“Go quick, we haven’t got much time.”
“I will.”
I started stroking, and pushed the head of his cock into my mouth. As a rule, I didn’t usually suck his cock after he’d fucked me because I wasn’t really a fan of tasting my own pussy, but this was an exception. And besides, it tasted quite good today, I thought, working my lips further down, his hips thrusting gently to push deeper into my mouth. Maybe it was because I was do turned on. I only took the first couple of inches into my mouth and stroked the rest with my hand, going fast and hard, sucking firmly and rubbing the underside with my tongue. Then I switched to moving my lips up and down, starting with the tip of his cock and squeezing him inside, and that’s what he’d been waiting for.
“Now, Paige,” he said, tightening his grip on my shoulders. I held him in my mouth, lips tight, and stroked his cock hard and fast until I felt him thrust erratically, and then my mouth was suddenly flooded with the intense taste of his cum. I made myself swallow, mechanically, to make sure none leaked out, and after one big mouthful the rest was manageable. Then he gasped and I let go of him, wiping my mouth on my hand and then reaching down to adjust my bikini so it covered my tits and my pussy again.
“Got to go. Wait a minute before coming out so it doesn’t look obvious,” I said, getting up and kissing his cheek very briefly. I unzipped the tent as soon as he’d pulled his shorts back up, then walked back over to the barbecue, smoothing my hair and trying to look calm.
Lucy didn’t seem to have noticed anything. When Nathan reappeared, also trying his best to seem calm, she handed him his hot dog with a smile.
“Onions?”
“No, thanks.”
I took a big drink of water to try and wash the taste of cum out of my mouth, but I wasn’t very successful. Now, being in the skimpy bikini was the least of my worries. I was much more concerned about whether we’d been noticed in the tent.
“Okay, I’ll catch up with you later,” Nathan said, in a strange, croaky voice, swiping a bottle of beer on his way past.
“Bye,” I said, giving him a one-armed hug so he didn’t drop his food. “I’ll see you at home?”
“See you there.”
He left, looking far too happy, and I got back to helping Lucy, blushing at the thought of what we just did.
Lucy turned and looked at me for a second, tongs in hand. “You’ve got cum in your hair, babe,” she said, flatly.
“What?” I panicked, pawing at my hair, trying to tell which bit was sticky and how it could possibly have happened after I was so careful, but there wasn’t any
“I knew you’d fall for it!” Lucy said, pointing the tongs at me accusingly. “You were shagging Nathan in the tent.”
I dropped my arms, caught red-handed. “We weren’t,” I protested, feebly.
“Fucking hell, Paige, you’re really up for it today,” she said, shaking her head. “Is it that time of the month or something?”
“I don’t think so,” I said, trying to turn my attention back to cooking.
Millie strolled over and patted me on the bum with a spatula. “Was that you making the tent shake?” she asked, grinning.
“She just admitted it,” Lucy said, before I could answer.
“Slut! God, I wish I had a boyfriend who’d do a quickie in a tent,” Millie said, wistfully.
There was only half an hour of the event left and most people who’d wanted to come had already been, so things got a lot quieter. The temperature wasn’t getting any cooler, though. In the final ten minutes, Millie began putting things away in boxes and Lucy and I had already started to drink the leftover stock of beer, which finally did the trick of getting rid of the taste of cum, when we were interrupted by a student carrying a big camera on a neck strap.
“Which one of you is Millie?” she asked, looking down at a clipboard.
“Me,” Millie said, wiping her hands on a piece of towel.
“I’m just getting pictures for the union website. Any chance of one of the three of you?”
I began to blush again. I hadn’t realised I was going to be photographed wearing this, although I probably should have known.
“Okay,” Millie said, sounding slightly uncertain.
“What kind of picture do you want?” Lucy asked, taking over the conversation as usual. “Something sexy, or something boring?”
The photographer laughed. “Well, something sexy is good, it will attract more people to the event next year.” Her eyes slid over to my bikini and her eyebrows shot up.
Lucy covered for my imminent embarrassment. “Well, I like girls and I’ve been surrounded by babes in bikinis all afternoon, so as you can imagine, I’m in a sexy mood,” she said, brazenly, making the photographer’s eyes pop too. “Any way you can persuade these two beauties to give me a kiss?”
I laughed and Millie looked amused.
“One on each cheek, then?” the photographer said, getting into the spirit of it and raising her camera.
Millie and I went either side of Lucy, who was grinning like the Cheshire cat, and when the camera was ready, we leaned in and posed for a few seconds, lips pressed into her cheeks as the shutter snapped. I could feel my tits pressing into her ribs as she put her arm around my shoulders, and when we pulled back, I looked down to double-check the bikini hadn’t slipped out of place.
“Wey-hey,” a man shouted from twenty yards away. We looked over and there were a group of about five of them, carrying cans of booze with a swagger which suggested they had drunk quite a few more. “Come on, darling, give it a bit more tongue than that.”
Lucy gave them the finger. “Jog on.”
“Hey, this is a charity event, innit? I’ll give you a tenner if you snog her,” another man in the group said, and his mates all laughed.
“Twenty quid and I’ll smack her arse,” Lucy shouted back, pointing at me.
“Go on, then. Throw in a squeeze and all.”
Millie looked mortified but I was feeling relaxed and, to be honest, I was having fun. I put my hands on the counter and bent forward, wiggling my arse in their direction, starting to get turned on by this. Lucy stood beside me and gave both of my arse cheeks a light smack before squeezing the right one, digging her fingernails in a little and shaking it. It felt quite good and I bit my lip, pushing the feelings down.
“Worth every penny,” the bloke laughed, good-naturedly handing over the cash to Lucy as I straightened up and gave them a little wave.
Despite the sex with Nathan, however brief, once we were packed up and I was reluctantly covered up with my t-shirt and shorts again I still felt incredibly aroused. What I really wanted to do was lock myself in the bathroom and touch myself in a nice cool bath, reliving the whole thing, but walking home with Lucy and Millie, I forced myself to focus on other things. It was difficult: my entire body felt like it was tingling with some kind of unknown anticipation. The length of the walk somehow served to actually build my anticipation, not lessen it.
Nathan was in the kitchen when we got back, pouring himself a drink, and I couldn’t help myself. I gave him a nice, long, passionate kiss, up against the sink.
“Mills, shall we go and find a nice beer garden to sit in somewhere?” Lucy suggested, eyeing us. “Otherwise I think we’re going to be overhearing something we don’t want to be overhearing.”