“And?” I asked her, squeezing her rump. “You know I have other girls, and yet you’re still here, aren’t you?”
She nodded.
“But I’m sorry to make you wait, so I want to make you cum.”
She swallowed. “Here?”
“Of course here,” I said. “I can, discreetly, finger your pussy and make you cum, or I can be bold and eat you out.”
“Oh, my gosh,” she gasped. “That would be so obvious.”
“And really make you cum,” I told her, massaging her ass. “You saw what I did to Havva.”
Jennifer bit her lip. She looked around. The place wasn’t that busy, but it would still be hard to hide what we were doing. It would be a race for me to get her off before we were busted. A challenge to make her explode.
“Discrete one,” she whispered as the perky blonde came out to the counter.
“Green tea latte with coconut milk and your white chocolate mocha with whipped cream,” she said, smiling at us. “Have a great day.”
“Oh, I think Jennifer is going to,” I said, giving her ass a final squeeze before I grabbed my drink.
The employee just smiled. She had no idea what I was talking about.
Still cupping Jennifer’s ass, I guided her to a side door that led out to those tables and the padded love seats. The screening bushes and he tinted windows of the building should give us some privacy here. The drive-thru only passed two sides of the building and missed this one, so didn’t even have to worry about them. I led her to the table and we sat down.
I slid my hand up her thigh. She shuddered, holding her drink clutched in both hands. She whimpered as she didn’t resist. Steam rose from the little slit in her drink’s lid, dancing around before her scarlet face.
“You’re really going to… to… Here!” she moaned as my hand vanished beneath her skirt.
“I think a guy should keep his word,” I said. “And when he fails to, he has to make it up to the girl, right?”
“Still,” she said, looking around. Then she gasped as I reached her cotton panties. I cupped her crotch, rubbing at her hot twat through her panties. I felt the soft padding of her bush. I pushed against it to slid my digit up and down her slit. “Oh, Corey. Oh, my.”
“Mmm, someone’s wet,” I said, smiling at her as I worked my finger up and down the groove of her snatch. I pressed into her folds. I massaged her labia.
“Well, I mean… You’re just so sexy,” she groaned. “You have almost every girl in school talking about you.”
“How many of them don’t like me?” I asked her, loving the way her juicy heat bled through.
“A few,” she said. “I think they might be, you know…”
“Carpet munchers?”
She giggled and then shuddered, her thighs clamping about my hand, trapping me between them. “Maybe. Or they just aren’t happy to have you disrupting things. I mean, some of them used to enjoy their popularity last year, and now they have competition. And it’s not like they can do their makeup better than you, or act more generous to win more friends, or anything. They can’t have the cutest socks or stockings, the best pair of panties and bra to show off in the locker room or in the dorms. They can’t beat you. You’re a guy.”
I smiled at her. “Jealousy, huh.”
She nodded.
“Lucky you, huh? You were bold.”
“I guess so,” she moaned. “Oh, my, this is wicked. Anyone could catch us. They could find you doing this.”
“Doing what?” I asked her, my finger sliding up her slit to her clit. I pressed against her little bud. I felt it throbbing.
“You know,” she whimpered, her back arching against the padding. She stared up at the awning stretching over us.
“I don’t.” I pushed harder on her clit. She gasped, her thighs rubbing on my hand.
“Fingering me,” she whimpered.
“This isn’t fingering.” I massaged her bud in slow circles now. Her face twisted. “I haven’t even slid beneath your panties yet.”
“Yet?”
I winked at her.
“Still,” she groaned. She took a sip of her green tea latte then set it on the table beside mine. “This is so naughty.”
“So you’ve never done anything naughty before?”
“Not this naughty,” she gasped. “I’ve masturbated. I’ve kissed a few boys. I gave one a blowjob.” She blushed. “He was from my church. But, you know, I’ve never had a boy finger me.”
“Rub your clit through your panties,” I said. “If I was fingering you, you’d be really shuddering.”
“Promise?” she asked, breathy.
I grinned at her. She was getting into it now. Her juices bled through her panties, soaking my finger. Her eyes sparkled as she stared at me. Her hand grabbed my forearm through my shirt, gripping me tight as I massaged her bud.
“So, you like going to St. Maria Theodora’s?” I asked her, staring into her eyes. They had such a wicked gleam in them as she shuddered.
“Yeah,” she groaned. “It’s nice. Not like our old college, I guess. It’s a more focused air about it. It’s all girls, normally, so it’s not like there are any cute guys to distract us.” She bit her lip. “How about you?”
“I’m loving it,” I said, grinning at her. “There are so many new girls to meet. I’m having a blast.”
“I saw,” she moaned. “You and Havva. That was… I mean… Right there in the administration office.”
“I’m fingering you right here where anyone could catch us.” I arched an eyebrow at her. “I like being bold and taking risks. It’s fun.”
“You’re not fingering me yet,” she moaned, shifting on the seat. Her knee brushed mine as she squirmed. Her hand on my forearm squeezed tighter.
“You’re right. Let me fix that.”
My fingers shifted across her cotton panties to her leg hole. I pressed through it and slid my digits beneath. I yanked the cloth to the side, my knuckles dragging through her silky bush and brushing her hot pussy directly.
She gasped and bucked just from that. I slid my thumb down her flesh, rubbing up and down her juicy pussy lips. She whimpered and gasped as I caressed her hot flesh directly. I touched her virgin pussy, her juices coating my fingers. Her tart aroma drifted up from beneath her skirt.
“There you are,” I told her, shifting to turn my body more towards her and stare into her hazel eyes.
They brimmed with her glossy passion.
She made naughty sounds as I worked my digits up and down her twat. I caressed her. Loved the way she shuddered. How she moaned and gasped. The sounds echoed around us. Her back arched into the love seat.
“Mmm, how’s that?”
“Good, Corey,” she moaned. “Oh, that’s very good. I’ve never had someone else touch me like this.”
My thumb slid up her folds to her clit. She bucked as I pressed on the bud. I smiled at her, rubbing her in slow circles. Her little bud pulsed against me. Her legs tightened and relaxed on my hand, twitching.
“So, yes, I am loving St. Maria Theodora,” I told her.
“Huh?” she groaned. “Oh, right, right, you’re meeting all those girls.”
“Cute girls. Like you.” I grinned at her. “You are definitely cute. No other guy has seen this face before, have they? You’re orgasm face.”
She shook her head and whimpered. She trembled and moaned, her juices hot on my fingers. They felt amazing. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to make her scream her head off right here. I wanted her passion echoing through the air.
It would be such a treat to hear.
“So… so… You have… other girls,” she moaned. She bit her lip. “How many?”