“You weren’t very…discerning…in college, were you?”
I smiled coyly and sipped the last of my rum and coke through a straw. It was early, so the restaurant and bar was still pretty empty, despite the dollar well drinks from 5 to 7. A few older men sat at the bar inside, but we were alone on the back deck, looking out at the ocean.
“I had fun.”
“I bet you did.”
His hand rested on my thigh, at just the edge of my short skirt, and he didn’t remove it when the waitress came with fresh drinks.
“So…did you and your roommates ever…”
I stifled a laugh. “Nah.”
“Really? That’s a shame.”
“Eh, not really. When it comes to girls, they weren’t my type.”
“Oh?” he raised an eyebrow. “So what is your type?”
“Yes, maybe. Piercings too. Mysterious, you know.”
“It sounds like you have someone in mind that you’re describing.”
“Maybe…” I smiled a took a sip of my new drink. His hand slid up my leg a bit, and I pretended not to notice. A couple came out onto the deck, but discussed the heat and walked back inside. I licked my lips.
“Tell me about her.”
“We lived together one summer. She was emotional and liked to experiment. But she had a boyfriend.”
“Did that stop you?”
“Most of the time.”
He raised an eyebrow again. “Most?”
“We went to one of those sex toy parties, you know, the really cheesy girls-only parties where a consultant tells you about cheapo vibrators and everyone giggles a lot. And we ordered this…arousal cream.”
I closed my eyes and felt his hand travel even farther up my leg, until his pinky was just touching my panties. I remembered how nervous we had been when the out-of-stock cream finally arrived in the mail, and how we had each gone to our respective bathrooms to put small dots of it on our clits. The tip of his finger brushed against my slit, through my panties, and I could feel myself getting wet.
“I want them.”
“Your panties. Give them to me.”
I quickly wriggled out of the lacy pink thong before the waitress could appear again. He grinned and stuck them in his pocket before resuming his position under my skirt, fingertip resting against me.
“With the cream and your friend.”
I recounted the story of that afternoon…
We sat together in her bedroom with ultra sensitive clits, giggling with embarrassment and pleasure. She mentioned that her boyfriend didn’t like a lot of foreplay, so she masturbated often before seeing him, just to get herself in the mood.
“Do you masturbate?” she had asked, blushing a bit.
“Sometimes…I don’t really know if I’m doing this right…” I inspected the little bottle of the cream. My clit was tingling in the best way.
“I think if it feels good, it’s right.”
“It feels good right now.”
“Do you want to try a little more? I kind of want to use a little more.” Her dark eyes burned into mine for a moment, and she grabbed the cream, squirting a healthy-sized dot on her finger leaning back on her bed to reach down the front of her jeans, not bothering to go to the bathroom this time.
“Ugh, these are so tight.” She undid the button and I could see the front of her yellow and blue-striped panties, a stark contrast against her olive skin. “Here, hold this a second.”
I walked over ans sat beside her on the bed, holding the bottle and unable to look away as she slowly slide her jeans down to her knees and reached into her panties to rub the cream on her clit. Her fingers lingered a little longer than necessary and she bit her lip.
“Oh, that feels good… I don’t think I used enough the first time…”
I squeezed some more of the white cream on my own fingers and reached down the front of my own pants. “It’s so good. Best purchase ever.”
“I kind of want to…you know…”
“Oh…sorry!” I got up to leave, but she pulled me back to the bed.
“No…I mean with you here…if you want. We could…compare notes. Do you want to?” She smiled, biting her lip, her fingers already dancing at her panty line.
“Yes.” Oh god, yes. I wanted to compare notes with her.
I slid out of my jeans, and sat facing her on the bed. My fingers found my clit below my black lace boy shorts, and tickled it slowly, watching as she began to rub her own clit and bite her lip.
“Do you like it slow or fast?” she asked.
“Slow at first,” I breathed, almost in a whisper as I rubbed my clit in wide, slow circles. “Then faster and faster.”
“Mmmm,” she moaned, her eyes on my hand down my panties, her own moving in unison. “I like that too.”
I stood to rearrange my long legs and she reached over with her free and and tugged my panties down a bit. “Show me how you like it, Rori?”
I slipped my panties to the floor, and she did the same. She pulled off her top and bra, revealing large, pert tits with brown nipples. My own pink nipples were hard, and I tweaked one between my fingers, twisting slightly, and she mirrored me.
I started to rub faster, and so did she, her eyes locked on my own pussy, which was dripping wet. I dipped a finger, than two, inside myself, and she did the same, moaning slightly.
“Who do you think about when you play with your pussy?” she purred.
“Sometimes Ed, I said, naming a mutual friend who was likely one of the most fantasized-about students on our campus.
“Sometimes Professor Jacobs,” I said with a laugh.
“Your history professor?”
“You know…he’s old, but he’s kind of hot.”
I continued to rub my pussy, and she squirmed to do the same. “He’s super hot. I saw him running without a shirt at the gym one.”
“Yeah, I’d hit that.”
We both giggled, and I swirled around my clit a little faster.
“Sometimes my ex from back home.”
“Dickhead,” she said, rolling her eyes. “But hot. I’ll give you that.”
Her eyes locked onto mine and for a moment we both sat in silence, each rubbing our pussies. She looked down. “Sometimes I think about you too, Rori.”
As I recounted the story of my mutual masturbation experience in college, his hand traveled farther up my leg, under my skirt, until his fingers were rubbing my pussy. He licked his lips, as I paused to take another sip of my rum and Coke.
“So…did you fuck her?” he asked.
I blushed, “No. We both ended up being a little to shy to make the first move.”
He groaned. “So you just masturbated together and went your separate ways? Lame.”
“I guess I’m lame then.”
“What if you had a second chance?”
“Well, I assume you’re a lot braver now than you were back in college. So if you had the chance to invite her over now, would you do it?”
“She lives on the other side of the country now!”
“Doesn’t matter. Just say you had the chance…”
“Yes,” I blurted out, blushing again. “In a heartbeat.”
His fingers were inside me now, and I sincerely hoped that he was keeping an eye on the door behind me, to make sure our waitress or another customer didn’t come outside. I bit my lip and tried to concentrate on the ships on the ocean, the seagulls dipping down into the water, the breeze softly blowing the sand…anything by his relentlessly probing fingers.
“Tell me about what you’d want to do to her,” he breathed in my ear. “You’d be a nasty little slut, wouldn’t you?”
I closed my eyes and nodded.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Open your eyes and look at me. Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir,” I said, staring deep into those eyes I love.
“Good girl. Now tell me exactly how you’d fuck her.”
“I’d…um…I guess I’d – ”
I heard the door bang open behind us, and he quickly moved his hand an acceptable distance down my thigh as the waitress approached with the check.
He threw down some cash for the bill plus a great tip, and stood. “Come on. I’ll give you the car ride home to think about. Then, I want you to describe to me in great detail exactly how you’d fuck her.”
“Yes, sir.” I noticed he had written my phone number and doodled a little heart on the napkin.
“And if I like what you have to say, I’ll give you an even better tip than I gave our waitress. Maybe she’ll even call so you can…compare notes.”
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