So here's the thing. I was at a party with my friends, and I decided to sneak off to the bathroom for a bit of fun. I brought my toy with me and started playing with myself in the stall. I was feeling so good, and I didn't even notice that someone had come in.

As I was reaching my climax, I heard someone moaning in the stall next to me. I realized that it was my friend, and she was doing the same thing. We started talking through the stall divider, and she asked if she could join me.

We ended up having the hottest bathroom stall session I've ever had. She came into my bathroom stall and we started touching each other, feeling each other's bodies. We were both so into it, and it was so intense. I could feel her toy moving inside her, and it was making me so wet.

We started kissing and touching each other, and it was the hottest thing I've ever done. After a while, we both finished ourselves off and it was the best orgasm I ever had.

But as the night went on, I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. I kept glancing over at my friend, wondering if she was thinking about it too. Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore and I went back to the bathroom. To my surprise, she followed me in.

We ended up having another session, this time even more intense than the first. We were both so into it, and it was so hot. We were touching each other's bodies, feeling each other's toys moving inside us. It was the hottest thing I've ever done.

After we finished, we went back to the party and acted like nothing had happened. But as the night was coming to an end, I knew that I couldn't just act like it hadn't happened. I had to talk to my friend about what had happened, and figure out what it meant for our friendship.