Future of Porn

“This story is sort of a sequel to Naked at College, but please don’t expect it to be of the same genre. I am working on a true sequel to Naked at College and hope to have it loaded the next time (1-2 months from now, which may not mean too much if this isn’t the same day that “Modeling for the Class” was loaded). In any case, I do hope you enjoy it!”

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Marilyn Sanders and Alex Brandon had agreed to serve as models for Dr. Magnus Hirschfeld’s class. It was quite an opportunity for the students, and Dr. Hirschfeld was tremendously pleased. There was something about having real, live models that made teaching so much more stimulating, inspirational, and, ultimately, insightful. He was frankly surprised that they were so willing, as many previous attempts to obtain models had been unsuccessful. However, he understood the reluctance. How many persons could you expect to be willing to model for a Human Sexuality class, particularly at such a conservative college? Dr. Hirschfeld couldn’t be more grateful for their willingness to help with his instruction.

It was not, however, something that Marilyn and Alex had actually sought to do. It was true that they were “willing” to serve as models, but one would not actually describe them as “wanting” to serve as models. In fact, if it was really up to them, they wouldn’t do it at all.

Marilyn and Alex were undergraduates at Abberville College (both were 19 years old). Abberville had recently implemented The Program in which students volunteer to attend classes naked throughout the day (see “Naked in College, #1″). It was expected that the clothed students would be duly respectful of those who were taking the bold steps to be naked throughout the day. Students who were caught verbally abusing them were subject to becoming future participants within the experimental program of campus nudity.

However, the President of Abberville, in consultation with Professor Billingsley, had decided that it would not be in the best interests of The Program to force students to participate, as if participation within The Program was itself some form of punishment. On the contrary, they wanted students to embrace their participation in The Program, to experience it as a unique opportunity for personal growth and trail blazing leadership.

So, they offered the miscreants a choice. They could either accept suspension for sexual harassment, a blemish on their academic record that could perhaps have quite serious consequences for future employment, or, alternatively, serve as models for Dr. Hirschfeld’s course in Human Sexuality (all of the students in his class were at least 18 years old). It was frankly a quite difficult choice. So far, most of the persons caught abusing participants within The Program chose suspension in favor of what might be a most difficult and perhaps even embarrassing experience.

Marilyn and Alex, however, “chose” to be models. They had high career expectations. Alex would be entering his father’s highly successful company at middle-level management upon graduation. All of that would certainly be put on hold if he was suspended for sexual harassment. Marilyn wanted to enter graduate school as a clinical social worker, which would likely fail once it become known that she was suspended for sexually abusing another student. For both of them, the option of serving out the sentence as a human sexuality model seemed considerably less damaging or harmful, at least in the long run. In addition, it was only going to be one hour of one class, and once it was over, their academic record would be clean.

They arrived promptly as the class was about to begin, and were warmly greeted by Dr. Hirschfeld.

“It is so good to see you!” Dr. Hirschfeld shook each of their hands with considerable enthusiasm. A sense of relief swept over both Marilyn and Alex. So far, this was rather nice, hardly any punishment at all. Dr. Hirschfeld appeared to be quite friendly and considerate. Wouldn’t it be amazing if this in fact turned out to be a walk in the park?

“Well, we have a lot to cover. Let’s get right to it. Marilyn and Alex, if you wouldn’t mind, why do you stand over here, in front of the desk, facing the students.” Dr. Hirschfeld had arranged the class chairs-tables into a large circle, broken only by a gap in which rested his desk. The circular arrangement allowed for a generally unobstructed view of whomever was in front of the desk.

“Sure, Dr. Hirschfeld,” they both replied. This wasn’t hard. They both stood, as instructed, facing the class.

“Now students, is there anything sexual in what you see.”

Marilyn and Alex furrowed their brows. They were not feeling particularly sexual. They were not trying to appear particularly sexual. Marilyn had in fact dressed relatively modestly that day. There was no way that she was coming to model for a human sexuality class dressed in clothes that could themselves be considered provocative or suggestive. She was instead wearing a conservative business jacket, covering a white blouse, along with a skirt and nylons, but that was hardly sexual. Alex was wearing a Ralph Lauren polo shirt with matching chinos. What the heck was Dr. Hirschfeld talking about?

Many of the boys, however, did consider the appearance of Marilyn to be sexual. Her dress wasn’t inappropriate or provocative, but she was certainly attractive and appealing. Business skirts on woman with shapely legs was really quite provocative for a couple of them. However, they weren’t so sure that this said more about their own aberrant preoccupations than with the appearance of Marilyn. They pretended not to notice anything.

Dr. Hirschfeld explained. “Young adults, whether single or not, will invariably provide signals of their mating potential. It is inherent to our species. Consider, for example, Alex.”

Well, this really stumped the boys, as well as the girls. He appeared to be quite normal. Perhaps if he was wearing a muscle shirt, or really tight jeans. But, you couldn’t see anything of his body. They couldn’t even detect any cologne.

“Sociobiological research has indicated that, genetically, what women find most attractive in men is not always their bodies. Physical attractiveness does get a high rating. Physical attractiveness is a sign of physical health and strength, a signal that he is likely to be a good protector as well as a good provider for herself and her children. However, equally important for the ability of the male to protect and provide is wealth, power, and status. Wealth, power, and status will at times even trump physical attractiveness. And, how does the male demonstrate these qualities?”

Toni offered an answer. “By his clothes?”

“Precisely, Toni. Excellent. Alex is not wearing just any clothes. He is wearing a quite expensive polo shirt and chinos, and even those with the status symbol of Ralph Lauren emblazoned for all to see. It is a billboard of wealth and status.”

Alex objected to the suggestion. “Dr. Hirschfeld, I really don’t have any money or status. I mean no more than any other student my age.”

“That’s precisely my point, Alex. You don’t have status or wealth, but you dress as if you do to provide an appearance that will attract the ladies.”

Marilyn came to his defense. “I’m not interested in guys, Dr. Hirschfeld, for their money or power.”

“Well, I beg to differ, Marilyn. You may not consider yourself to be attracted to such things, but there is considerable research to support this theory, and I am sure that you have yourselves seen many instances of women being attracted to men precisely for these reasons, whereas males much less frequently approach women because they are powerful, high status, or wealthy. It does happen, but there is a considerable differential frequency across the sexes.”

Marilyn, Alex, and many of the students in the class had to admit that they did find this compelling.

“Now, what about the female of the species. How does she attract her mate? What is most appealing for the male?”

“Large breasts?” Hank suggested with a big smile, a suggestion that erupted considerable laughter among the students, and looks of disapproval by many of the girls, even those with large breasts. But, he was simply being honest, and he knew it was true for many of his friends, if they were being honest.

“Now students, quiet down. Yes, this is obviously true. But, why? Why do so many men enjoy large breasts?”

June offered her answer. “Because they remind them of their mother? When they were suckling as infants, their mother’s breasts probably seemed to be real large to them.” The girls smiled and nodded their heads at that.

“Well, June, that is a common theory, proposed in part by psychoanalytically oriented investigators. However, a sociobiological suggestion is that large breasts are again a sign of physical health, as well as an increased ability to nurture his young. The male, instinctively, is seeking a mate who will successfully produce and raise his young, a mate who will successfully pass on his genes for future generations. Small breasts will in fact be fully successful, but certainly during the long years of our genetic ancestry, the years of hunters and gatherers, larger breasts would likely have been considered more successful in nurturing, feeding, than smaller breasts. Hence, after many years of passing on this preference through the gene pool, most men today are sexually aroused by the sight of large breasts.”

A lot of the students didn’t really buy this theory, but they couldn’t think of a better explanation, and it was a fact that many women enhanced their breasts to increase their appeal to men. Few ever reduced the size to little titties.

“Dr. Hirschfeld, ” June countered, “you asked us what we saw in Marilyn and Alex that suggested sexuality. Marilyn doesn’t appear to have large breasts.”

“Maybe they are large,” Hank countered, “We can’t actually see them.”

Marilyn flushed somewhat at the explicit reference to her breasts. The flushing was largely a self-consciousness, as all of the eyes of the students shifted to her breasts, but it was also a bit of annoyance with June, as she didn’t appreciate June’s suggestion that she was small-chested. She wasn’t particularly large, but she was probably larger than June. She had to admit, though, that perhaps these thoughts only confirmed what Dr. Hirschfeld was saying. She was feeling rather competitive with another female over the size of her breasts.

“Yes, good point, June,” Dr. Hirschfeld responded, ignoring the comment of Hank. “I wasn’t meaning to suggest that Marilyn was using her breast size right now as part of her sexual display. I was only responding to the suggestion of Hank that large breasts do have a sexual appeal. One could in fact say that Marilyn is providing a counter-argument to the sociobiological position, as she is wearing a rather conservative business suit.”

‘Precisely my intention,’ Marilyn thought.

“Now, it is true that you can hardly get a reasonable estimate of her breast size inside this suit. We will, however, get a better sense of this shortly.”

‘What?!’ Marilyn thought, but she knew something like that this would be coming. She grimaced at the sight of the boys smiling, their eyes widening, at the thought of being able to see beneath her suit jacket.

“However, notice the skirt. Why do females wear skirts?”

“To show off their legs,” Alan offered.

“Absolutely,” Dr. Hirschfeld replied. “Perhaps regrettably, the primary stimulus for the male is physical attractiveness, a sign of physical health, and thereby the likelihood of the female being able to successfully birth and nurture his offspring. The sociobiological goal of the male is to spread his seed, and the single most important variable for this success is physical health. This is also in part why men prefer younger women. Women prefer older males, again because of their interest in obtaining a strong, powerful protector, and men prefer younger women, as signs of youth are also signs of health and fertility, as long as she is not so young that she is not yet able to reproduce. However, sociobiological models of pedophilia suggest that this disorder occurs in part because some males obtain an excessive loading of the genetic disposition for younger women.”

“Marilyn doesn’t look particularly young, Dr. Hirschfeld.”

“Well,” he smiled, looking at Marilyn himself, “not to you.” She certainly looked young to him. “But, notice how so many women use make-up to hide their age, to make them appear younger; how youth has such strong sexual appeal.”

June was not convinced. She did not use make-up to make herself look younger. She was quite happy with her age. “But, still, Dr. Hirschfeld, Marilyn is dressed in a manner that makes her look older.”

“You are right about that, June. I’m not suggesting that the sociobiological model can explain every behavior, every decision, every preference.” He walked over to stand behind Marilyn. “Nevertheless, despite her effort to appear as an older, mature woman. She nevertheless is wearing a skirt. And, besides showing her legs, why do women wear skirts?”

None of the students wanted to suggest an answer. Dr. Hirschfeld answered his own question. “It has many purposes. It is a gesture of flirtation, as well as submission.” He reached down for the hem of Marilyn’s skirt and said, “It’s to let the male know that access to what he wants is but a flip of the skirt away,” as he suddenly lifted up Marilyn’s skirt.

“Dr. Hirschfeld!” Marilyn protested, grabbing at her skirt, trying to both push and pull it down to prevent the professor from lifting it any higher. She was largely successful, as Very little was revealed. Her skirt was so tight that Dr. Hirschfeld had not gotten it very high up before Marilyn had stopped him. All that was revealed was her white thighs and the top of her nylons. Nevertheless, he had made his point, as it was a rather flirtatious peek.

Dr. Hirschfeld was frankly surprised that she had stopped him, although he could understand her resistance as an instinctive impulse.

Marilyn, and the students, were in turn surprised that he did it. Marilyn knew that at some point she was going to have to reveal herself, at least to some extent. This was to be a substitute for participation within The Program. It was not going to be easy. However, it was an understandable shock to have Dr. Hirschfeld suddenly raise her skirt.

Dr. Hirschfeld let go and Marilyn quickly pulled her skirt back down, attempting to return it to a more appropriate and modest appearance.

“I am sorry, Marilyn, if I scared you. Lessons are at times more vividly understood and appreciated when they are unanticipated, perhaps even shocking.”

Marilyn was grateful that he understood her reaction. She accepted his apology. “Well, I guess, okay.”

“Let’s now move on. If you would, why don’t take off your jacket, blouse, and skirt yourself.”

Marilyn looked to Dr. Hirschfeld, fruitlessly hoping that he didn’t really mean it. But, she knew that he did. Marilyn and Alex both knew that taking off some of their clothes would be a minimal requirement of their chosen penance. Marilyn took a deep breath of courage and began to unbutton her suit.

One could hear a pin drop as Marilyn took her time unbuttoning. She was in no hurry, although perhaps that was a mistake. The longer she took, the longer she protracted her suffering. Perhaps she should just jump into the deep end of the pool and rapidly tear off her clothes. This was like slowing walking into a very cold pool, sustaining the pain, the agony, for as long as possible. However, she also appreciated that the whole experience would have to be over at ten to the hour. The longer she took taking off her blouse and skirt, the less time there would be for anything else that might follow.

She carefully laid the suit jacket on Dr. Hirschfeld’s desk. She wasn’t sure which should be removed next: her blouse or her skirt. Normally, the skirt would go next. It naturally followed the matching jacket. But, she was in less of a hurry to show the class her panties than her bra. But, either one was pretty embarrassing, to say the least. She turned her back to the class and undid the buttons of her white blouse, including the cuffs.

When she was finished she withdrew her arms from the sleeves and then carefully folded and laid her blouse on her jacket. She looked down at the exposed pink cups of her bra. She couldn’t believe that she would shortly show these to everyone in the class. Those to her side could already see the round cups poking out and she felt that she could literally feel the eyes of the boys behind her burning into the exposed skin of her back. She looked back over her shoulder.

It was true. She wasn’t showing much, but many of them had not yet seen a girl undress before and now, right before their eyes, was the bare naked back of a pretty girl, showing them the straps of her pretty pink brassiere. So many wanted the opportunity to be the one to unclasp her bra. She turned her face back to the blackboard. She couldn’t stand seeing all those ogling eyes on her. She reached back and pulled down the zipper of her skirt. A partial view of her pink panties could be seen, a little taste of what would soon come into view.

Normally she would entirely unzip her skirt before stepping out from it, but that would require bending over and she wasn’t about to do that in front of all these students. When she had enough unzipped she wiggled her behind to let the rest fall to the floor. She could hear a few gasps from behind her, and a bit of murmuring and whispering.

Marilyn did have the cutest little bottom, and it looked all the better so nicely wrapped in her pink cotton panties. She was not wearing any of her sexy lingerie. She had known full well that it was quite possible that her undies would be exposed in class and she was not about to make it worse by wearing sexy lingerie, suggesting that she actually wanted to be seductive.

On the other hand, she also didn’t want to be wearing her entirely boring, unattractive, even ugly underwear. That might even be more embarrassing. Imagine taking your clothes off in front of a room full of guys who react with indifference, or even laughter. And, then, to be the brunt of jokes and gossip on campus about the cheep ugliness of her panties. So, her compromise was a matching pair of plain pink cotton panties and bra. Well, not entirely plain.

Marilyn stepped out of her skirt, keeping her bottom toward the class. She bent her knees to carefully, demurely squat down to pick the skirt up, being careful not to bend over and offer any suggestive pose. She folded and laid the skirt on her blouse. She looked over at Dr. Hirschfeld. He gestured for her to turn around and face the class. She took a deep breath and did as she was told.

Marilyn, however, faced the class with her right arm covering her breasts and her left hand covering her pubic area. There was nothing though covering her face, and her self-conscious embarrassment was utterly exposed as her face was as pink as her panties and bra.

Dr. Hirschfeld had been waiting patiently for Marilyn to undress. He did not want to rush her. He could see her ambivalence, her uncertainty, her fear. He knew to push her too hard too quickly may only drive her from the class. He did now though finally speak. “Well, class, Marilyn has taken a natural pose of modesty, covering herself as she presents herself to the class. However, I must honestly say that I consider this pose to be one of the more enticing and alluring that a girl can provide. It is telling the male that she fully appreciates how exposed and vulnerable she feels. Frankly, it would be less provocative if she appeared to be simply indifferent to her state of undress, as if there was nothing sexual or provocative at all about her appearance.”

She turns towards Sam as she realizes what he is doing. His fingers move skirt up towards his fingers. Slowly she could feel the material slide along her leg to bunch up against his hand.

Soon she could feel his fingers on her skin. She quickly squeezes and then holds his hard-on. Hoping it is a good enough warning.

Toni saw the woman turn towards the man. A look of surprise fills her face as she looks at the man. She smiles and imagines what is happening. She turns and walks to get them a dessert menu.

Sam tilts his head closer to her. Not quite whispering but not quite in a normal conversational volume to speak into her ear.

“Well, we both know what is going to happen to me in a little bit. But I think I’ll start getting even now.”

The thought excited Jenny. She wanted to know she got him off in public. She wanted to feel him lose control and express his excitement against his pants. She is very excited at the idea. Then she realizes what he is saying. The excitement grows but she does not want that to happen.

Jenny quickly says, “You wouldn’t dare.”

Sam’s fingers move along her skin, sliding between her knees. Sam could feel her shiver as her legs almost spread automatically for him. Almost.

“You feel it don’t you?” he says.

Sam continues, “You feel how excited I am at the touch of your skin. You can feel it in your hand.”

Jenny could feel his hand. She could also feel the soft hardness in her hand. Jenny thought of this hardness against her. She could feel his palm touches her skin while it moves slowly along her leg then thigh. Her mind watches as his fingers touch her. She feels him tease her skin as he nears her inner thigh.

He pulls away from her ear and looks around. Then he turns his head to face her, his eyes looking in her eyes as his left hand slide further up but is stopped by the non-existent space between her legs.

“Spread your legs for me. I want to feel you. I want to know how excited you are.”

Jenny did not spread her legs. With her eyes, she glances around to see if anyone is staring at the both of them. No one is but still she does not spread her legs.

Sam slides his fingers up to where both legs touch. He angles his left hand, palm towards her panties and slides his middle finger along her skin where her legs meet but would not spread apart.

She could feel his finger moving along her skin. She shivers as she looks into his eyes. Jenny could hear him speaking, telling her his finger aches to touch her pussy and clit. She hears him tell her his finger will move like so up and down her pussy.

Sam could feel her shiver as his finger slide along the skin of her legs. He could feel her legs shiver, wanting to spread for his touch but they do not. He continues to tell her his fingers move like this. Slowly along her skin, sliding and touching her skin lightly but rubbing her. Rubbing her excitement and touching her.

She could feel his hard-on throbbing harder in her hand. She has stopped stroking to concentrate on his touch. Jenny sees in his eyes that hunger she has seen many times in the past when they play and tease.

Sam leans in and kisses her on the mouth. His tongue slides into her mouth and moves along her tongue. At the same time, his finger moves along her skin similar to the movements of his tongue. Sam hears her moan and her legs slides apart a little more.

She almost spread her legs wide for him but she stops herself. Immediately, she could feel his fingers moving further up. Still not touching her pussy, his finger licks along her legs.

She stops that thought. She loves the feel of his tongue but it is not down there. But she so wishes it was down there, licking.

Toni walks towards the couple with the dessert menu. She could see them kissing. It is an awkward position to kiss in. What made her think of that, she does not know. She almost stops as she realizes exactly what they are doing. Toni sees the man’s shoulder pushing against the side of the woman’s breast. The woman’s eyes were closed as she receives his kiss. The woman’s arm, not moving from between them as they kissed, looks painfully awkward in that position. Normally, both would be fully turned towards each other when kissing.

Yep, Toni thought to herself, they’re having fun.

Toni quickly turns around and moves to the watering station. It is a small table near the opposite booth the couple is sitting it. It is usually used by waiters and waitresses when they’re not busy. No one else is there so she turned to look at the couple from there.

Sam pulls from the kiss and looks at Jenny. He could see her opening her eyes slowly when he did not move back in to kiss her. He smiles as his fingers continue that licking movement along her skin.

“This is how I would be licking your legs, asking you to spread them.”

Toni, seeing that the couple has broken from their kiss, walks towards them once more with the dessert menu.

She could feel his finger slide slowly up one thigh and then down the other. Then his tongue moves along the line of contact between her legs. She shivers and concentrates harder. It is his finger not his tongue.

She turns hurriedly as she hears Toni cough politely to get their attention. Jenny releases Sam’s hard-on but when he did not stop licking her, she reaches down to grab his hand.

“Here is the dessert menu.” Toni says smiling.

Sam’s finger continues to move along her leg as he leans forward to take the menu with his right hand.

“Thank you, Toni.” He says as he holds the menu between himself and Jenny.

Looking up at Toni, he asks, “Is there anything your recommend?”

Toni took a second to think. She really is not a dessert lover. But since the couple is having fun and she thought she might get to see something. Why not stay a little and see what she can see? So she thought of something naughty, at least that is what her friends would call it.

“Do you like pie?” Toni asks, smiling inwardly.

Sam smiles, “Why yes I do. What do you recommend?”

Toni says, “There is quite a few on the menu that is good but I particularly enjoy…”

She leans forward over the menu and tilts her head at an angle. Toni could see the movement of his hand and smiles to herself. She points to something.

Jenny opens her legs some more. She realizes the mistake but it is too late. She could feel his finger slide up her leg and touch her pussy through her panties. In mid-moan she coughs and picks up her napkin with her free hand to cover her mouth.

Sam could feel her hot pussy against his finger. He could feel his pre-cum leaking against his underpants. He is so horny. He wants to pull Jenny from the booth and run home. There he would rip off her clothes and…

“You don’t like peach pie?” Toni asks.

Toni heard the moan but pretended not to hear it. She only glances at the woman as she attempts to cover up the moan with a cough.

Jenny is mortified but still very excited. She sees Toni look at her when she coughed. Worse is she believes the waitress winked at her. Then her thoughts were disrupted by the movement of Sam’s finger. She tries to clench down with her legs but his hand created a pocket of space for his finger to move. She nearly threw her head back as his finger slides once in a small circle around her clit through her panties then move back down along her pussy.

Sam smiles and says, “I love peach pie.”

Toni nods and leans back to stand up straight. She looks at both of them.

Then Toni asks, “Do you want to order that tonight?”

Sam pretends to think and turns to Jenny.

“What do you think, honey?”

Jenny did not answer. She could not answer as his finger strokes her clit through her panties. The movement, the stroking, the fact that the waitress is standing there, she did not dare to answer. Instead, she could only trust herself to shake her head. So she did. Although she shakes a little harder than she wanted to.

Jenny did not think of anything, could not think of anything. She did not care if Toni saw her shake her head too hard. She is busy concentrating on keeping quiet and the movement of Sam’s finger. It moves up and down over her clit in a steady motion. Up and down against her through her panties. The excitement building like before at home, only faster. She could imagine his tongue there instead of his finger. She imagines it moving up and down her clit and against her pussy.

“No?” Sam says.

He turns to Toni, “I guess we will not order this just yet.”

Toni nods her head. She then deliberately pauses to smile at the woman and then the man. She walks away to check on the orders.

Sam turns back to Jenny. He sees that her eyes are half closed. His fingers continue to move. He strokes her clit and pussy through her panties. Sam can see her mouth opening slightly. He is familiar with the signs. He angles his head towards her without having to lean in, in an awkward position to speak softly to her.

“I think Toni, our waitress, knows what we’re doing.”

Jenny’s eyes flew open. She looks around and finds her standing at the watering station.

Toni wipes the counter down and smiles at another waitress as she walks by. She picks up a glass and pours herself a glass of water. Toni turns and leans against the counter to look at the couple in the booth. She could see the woman looking at her. She smiles at the woman, raises her glass towards the woman and takes a sip of water.

Then Toni notices the look on the woman’s face. The look on the woman’s face is familiar and looks over at the man. She could see his head turned towards the woman, talking to her. Toni can also see him glancing in her direction.

Toni looks down towards the table and sees both the woman’s hands gripping the table top. The man’s left hand still underneath the table.

Sam did not know if the waitress knew, but the thought of it to Jenny would be enough to get her even more excited. Well, he hopes she will get excited. The other possible reaction is that she would get really angry with him. But, Sam knew she enjoys it when he is the recipient of the pleasure and attention. So he is banking on the fact about Jenny to finish this.

Concentrating on what he is doing, he let his finger continue to stroke Jenny up and down. Flick by slow flick, getting her closer to release. Every now and again, he would let his finger circle around her clit.

Jenny continues to look at the woman as the desire to release builds. Her body moves, slowly trying to grind against his hand. She could feel herself pushing against his finger as he tries to control the movement. Up and down. She could see it. She could remember her fingers moving against herself this afternoon. She could feel his tongue doing just that. She could not help it. She tried not to think of it but it felt so good. It felt like what his finger is doing to her now.

The other side of her mind, the logical part not caught (yet) caught up in the pleasure, also watches the situation. She could see their waitress looking at her, watching her reaction. Or was she? She could almost imagine the expression on her own face, marking the naughty actions occurring underneath the table. It pleased her. It pleases this part of her mind to know that she is in the middle of something naughty and someone knows.

The movements of Sam’s fingers tug at her pleasure. Up and down, the fingers move. It feels nice coupled with the image of his tongue doing this.

With that thought, the pleasure of Sam’s touch and the situation causes the logical part of her mind the recede. It steps back, enjoying the pleasure. The other part of her mind, greedily takes over. Jenny could almost picture an imaginary door opening for the pleasure.

Sam’s fingers continue and her mind follows. Her body moves with his moving fingers, complimenting the movements of pleasure. The logical part of her mind helps her stop from moaning continuously because of the pleasure. The tingle of pleasure and the pressure of intense feeling slaps at the logical part of her mind.

Then the logical part of her mind reminded her that while the waitress is okay with the situation, the other patrons of the restaurant may not be. (Don’t forget the manager of the restaurant.) With that thought, the final presence of the logical part of her mind steps back. This leaves Jenny in a panic. She feels the presence of the pleasure arriving, moving to overflow every outlet. With a panic, Jenny realizes she has no way of controlling her pleasure. She has no way of directing it not to come out in a loud voice.

Sam sees Jenny turn her head towards him. Her eyes open, looking into his eyes. Her expression told him, warned him that she is about to have her orgasm.

Toni watches, she sees the woman turns towards the man. She sees the same look Sam sees and could feel herself reach up to her breast. It is an automatic reaction to her sympathetic feelings of pleasure, understood by watching the woman. She stops herself but does not take her eyes off the woman’s face.

Jenny tries to tell him to stop. She concentrates and does all she can to not open her mouth and scream. She does not know if she can, the stroking and the pleasure just pushing her. The movement teases the pleasure forward. It did not help that her body movements make the pleasure even greater. Like at home, the tingling builds. The release is just within reach. Her mind told her where it is, tracked it for her. Her mouth is still open and her breathing increases.

Jenny hears him talk to her then. His voice reaches for the logical part of her mind, commanding it to react.

“Close your mouth and lean towards me. My finger licks your clit faster, knowing you are close.”

If she is able to stop the moment to ask her why she did listen to him, she could not tell you. Jenny closes her mouth and leans towards Sam. She shakes her head as his tongue licks her clit faster. The last part of that command drives her imagination forward, bringing back the thought of his tongue on her in place of his fingers. It moves, stroking up and down without pause. Causing sparks of pleasure to ignite with every flick, it calls for the release and have it ready to push out from somewhere between her stomach and pussy, staring from her clit. She could feel her body moving harder against him, starting to tense up. Those sparks lights a fire that rushes forward in a loud firestorm.

“Let me taste your cum. Let me feel your orgasm against my finger.”

Jenny moans a half controlled ‘no’ out loud. It is more of a mewing sound.

Toni watches the woman shake her head as her eyes and mouth close. She saw the woman turn and lean her head closer to the man. The man says something to her and she could see her say ‘no’. Toni knew that if anyone had turn to look at the two, they would have thought the woman was about to cry. She knew better. Toni watches the woman’s entire body shudder. It is almost funny to watch but Toni recognizes an attempt to slow it down. She concentrates on the woman’s face. She nods to herself, knowing the woman is close. Toni could see it in the woman’s body language. What Toni wouldn’t give to feel that same excitement right now.

Sam says steadily towards Jenny, “Cum against my mouth.”

With that, Jenny feels Sam’s one finger tip turn into two. Flicking up with the first finger and just as it passes, the second finger flicks up over her clit right after. The pleasure and the pace force the orgasm over and through all her attempts to hold back and control it. Jenny could not help but let her pleasure loose. Just as it starts, she could feel the logical mind open up to the pleasure. But before she screams she feels Sam’s lips press against her, kissing her. Her mouth opens against his and she feels his tongue move against her tongue.

The pleasure is so loud that she does not know if she is moaning. She lets herself, her entire body enjoy. Jenny surrenders to the waves of pleasure.

Sam could feel her shake with every stroke of his two fingers. He could almost hear her moan in his mouth. Luckily, she did not make the noise her body was expressing. He could feel her body tense as her orgasm broke. He loves the feel of her orgasm.

Toni watches the woman have her orgasm as she leans against the counter. She hears a ding from the kitchen and her order number being screamed over the crash of dishes and pans. She sees the woman calming down and opens her eyes to look over at her. Toni raises her glass to the couple once more, winks and then takes another sip before heading to the kitchen to pick up the ready order.

“Guess I was right.” He says as the waitress walks into the kitchen.

All Jenny could say is, “Oh my God.”

She still shivers slightly at the aftermath. Her body now weak from the orgasm. She turns and kisses Sam once more. Hard and passionate is the kiss.

Sam returns the kiss, excited still at the situation. He is excited even more because she allowed him to please her in public like this. Still he wanted to take her right now. Instead, he does not think he would make it that far home to have her. He thought of perhaps taking her to the rest room and doing it there. He is almost to the point where he could not take any more. Boy, is he ever so horny.

She pulls away as the waitress arrives with their dinner.

Toni smiles at them both and put down a couple of extra napkins.

“I am guessing you might need these extra napkins.”

Sam smiles and says, “Thank you, Toni.”

Sam figures it is a safe way for the waitress to tell them that it is okay. He can only imagine what it looked like to her, for her to bring them extra napkins. Still, it can still get messy for him so he appreciates the thought.

“If you need anything else, please do not hesitate to let me know.”

Toni looks at Jenny once more before she leaves.

Jenny barely is able to smile at the waitress. The mortifying embarrassment of being exposed to a stranger is numbing her into inaction. She found it difficult to speak. It is really strange since she never has that problem when they fool around and Sam gets caught.

Still though, Jenny still feels excited in a strange way. Perhaps it is the way their waitress was looking at them. She was the center of attention, not Sam. Jenny is not normally the center of attention. She does not thrive on it. Sam, on the other hand, is usually the center of attention. Jenny knows he gets a lot of attention at work because he is the star there. Was it nice? She asks herself. The logical part of her mind thought so but surely there are other ways to get nice attention. It is a pleasure, a guilty one to be sure, to be able to do this. She is not sure how illegal this is but she surely does not want to find out.

Jenny remembers all the time Sam would get caught with her hand down his pants. She would see that smile or, rather the guilty smile, on his face. Like an innocent boy getting caught with his hand in a cookie jar right before dinner. It is that guilty and innocent smile on his face that no one can deny or reprimand him for his naughty actions. She enjoys seeing that look on him. Sometimes, she guiltily admits to timing it right so that he gets caught. This time, she did not get to sit there and watch his reaction with the reaction of the person watching them. She is the one that was watched.

It feels good, she decided. She smiles sheepishly at Sam and picks up her fork. Jenny can see why he does not mind being ‘played with’ in public. She takes her first bite with relish because for some reason she is famished.

Toni watches the couple eat their meal. It did not look like there was going to be any more fun coming from them tonight. Too bad, she really enjoyed their show. She is kind of hoping they’d have some more fun. It would certainly help her pass the time, not to mention some food for tonight’s solo fun.

Sighing aloud, Toni walks over to a table where one of her customers is waving to her.

Sam wonders what else they could do here. He had a feeling that Jenny enjoyed their little exhibitionistic show. He also now knows the waitress did not have a problem watching them. Well, he did not know for sure, she just did not run out calling the manager or the cops. Which he finds is very nice of their waitress. Although, Sam is surprised that no one else in the restaurant caught them. Perhaps someone did. He takes a glance around as he starts in on his meal.

“So.” Sam says pausing before his next bite.

“So.” Jenny responds.

“I am glad you enjoyed that…” He glances around then looks back at her, “episode.”

Jenny could see that innocently guilty smile forming on his face. She cannot help but smile back. It is the infectious nature of that smile.

Jenny laughs quietly then says, “Why yes. I believe I did enjoy it.”

“I think Toni enjoyed it also.” He says looking at Jenny and then nodding his head towards the waitress.

Jenny blushes a little, smiles and glances shyly towards the waitress.

“I am glad she did not mind.” She says as she thought back.

Jenny pauses before she takes the next bite. She thought about it, the experience. It was odd how she was wrapped up in the moment. It should not be so strange, she says to herself. That moment, of all moments, one’s entire body and mind concentrates on the pleasure that is to come. No pun intended, she thinks dryly to herself.

The sensation is definitely new to her so she would probably reflect on this later. Jenny did enjoy it. She did not enjoy not being able to express herself naturally though. If they were at home, she knows the sounds coming out of their home would be interesting. But then, she wonders if it would have been this… The only word to describe it is ‘intense’ although it is not the kind of ‘intense’ in the traditional sense.

Turning towards Sam, she says, “I could not even think, it felt so intense. But I could not think in a good way, an intense kind of way. I’m not saying it was not good, it was and it was very nice.”

Jenny pauses a second, frustration shows on her face. “Oh, I don’t know how else to describe it.”

Sam watches her take another bite, then nodding at her.

“I don’t think I could have stopped if she had come over during the end there.”

Sam laughs at that. He nods and says, “Well, I don’t know if I would have let you stop.”

Jenny’s hand reaches up and slaps his arm.

“Ow.” He says. “What was that for?”

“That is for not stopping.”

“It did not happen so I could not have even tried to stop!” He says weakly in his own defense.

Toni could not hear what the couple is saying but with the way they were looking over at her, she could easily imagine they were talking about her. Or maybe they wanted something else. She stood up straight and turns to look directly at them. If they needed something, one of them will raise their hand to catch her attention.

Sam could see the waitress turn towards them. He leans closer to Jenny and whispers.

“Looks like our waitress might want another performance from you.”

Jenny blinks and looks at Sam then turns towards the waitress. Jenny’s eyes make contact with the waitress’s eyes. Then Jenny quickly looks away.

“No.” Jenny says, “I don’t think that is why she is looking this way.”

Sam, smiling, says to her, “Oh maybe she thought she saw a show earlier and is not sure. Maybe she thinks it time for an encore.”

Jenny looks confused and turns towards Sam.

“What?”

Jenny feels Sam’s hand on her knee. Her leg still exposed from their earlier performance. She moves her hand under the table to grab Sam’s hand.

“What are you doing?” She asks.

Sam grins at her. Then he says, “Well, I was thinking of giving her another show.”

He turns towards Toni then back at Jenny.

“Maybe this time you can do it quietly.”

Jenny looks at Toni. She is still looking in their direction. She is still feeling the excitement of some stranger catching her have her orgasm. She wonders if it will be just as exciting as before.

Sam could see Jenny thinking. Her hand is no longer pushing his hand away. He let his fingers slide along her skin. Slowly this time, his fingers move lightly along her skin. The tip of his leading finger starts in circular motions.

Toni moves from the watering station. One of her other tables asked her for the check. She went over to give it to them.

“Our waitress leaves.” Sam says with disappointment in his voice.

Jenny looks over and follows the waitress with her eyes.

Sam’s fingers move even slower, his fingers stroking and circling her skin lightly. He also follows the waitress with his eyes.

Jenny also follows the movement of Sam’s fingers. She could feel the wonderful pleasure of the touch. It is like a thousand tiny fingers of pleasure moving along her skin. She is not sure how he does it. Perhaps it is the softness of his fingers moving along the softness of her thigh. Perhaps it is only in her mind.

Sam could feel her legs spread wider as his fingers approach her panties. He is surprised that she did not resist. His fingers touch the side of her panties. He did not touch her pussy but instead moves his fingers down around and up the other side of her pussy.

He did not want to touch her there until the waitress returns to her station to look at them once more.

Jenny enjoys the feel of his fingers teasing her indirectly, unlike earlier. The recent pleasure mixed with the newly found pleasure of being the center of attention in their public fun starts her off with a level of pleasure already there. She could feel her body moving from her hips in anticipation. She follows his fingers with her mind’s eye as he circles around her pussy once more.

Jenny could imagine what it would look like if anyone walked over to their table right now. She has already leaned back and her legs are spread. She still has her skirt up around her lap from their earlier play. Jenny would have laughed if it was not her as the object of this visual.

Tonight has already turned out better than she imagined. They have not even gotten to the club yet and she has had a nice work-out. It reminds her that she still have to call the girls. Perhaps she will have them help her with teasing Sam.

The thought is put aside for now as she feels him lean closer to her and gives her a kiss. They break and they both look for the waitress.

Toni thanks the people leaving their table. That leaves just the couple, she thinks to herself. She steals a glance in their direction and sees them looking at her. She smiles and puts her tip into her apron. Toni turns and heads towards the couple.

Jenny starts to tense as she sees the waitress heading towards them.

“Relax.” Sam says calmly.

Before Jenny could say anything or even think to reach down and pull his hand away, the waitress stops at their table. The thought of the person catching her a second time enjoying the pleasure of Sam’s finger again standing there while it is happening brought a level of fear and embarrassment. It also brought another level of pleasure.

Jenny could feel the tingling of pleasure again. It is nothing unusual with that as Sam’s fingers are moving along her pussy. The unusual part of this is that she is feeling the tingling so soon and after so many times already today. Jenny tries to push him away, a half hearted attempt really, but for the sake of decency – she has to try. She leans forward, sitting up straighter.

Sam smiles at her attempt but directs the smile at the approaching waitress. His fingers are not forced away with her hand’s attempt. It is more difficult to tease since she has leaned forward.

“How is everything?” Toni asks.

“Everything is great.” Sam says with a smile. “And thank you for bringing the extra napkins. I think we’ll need it.”

Toni smiles and looks at the two of them. Then she looks at the food. Puzzled, she starts to ask and realizes the couple is not eating. Realizing what he means, she found the thought exciting her. She is standing there in front of the couple and they are having fun.

“Oh.” She says to the couple.

“If this bothers you, Toni, we can stop.” Sam says.

Jenny almost chokes as she feels Sam’s finger slide her panties aside and push a finger slowly into her.

Toni’s eyes were attracted by the woman’s mouth opening. She can only imagine what is happening. And she now, she is more than anxious to get out of work after this couple finishes. She’s not much into exhibitionism herself but the voyeur in her loves it. Toni has never tried anything but passionate kissing in public. Oh, she has thought about it and a couple of her partners have even tried but she would not let it get past kissing. Tonight, however, may have her experimenting with her next partner.

Sam did not know if Toni realizes, but he watches her as she stares at Jenny’s face. He takes a glance at Jenny’s face himself before turning back to look at Toni. His finger moves into Jenny’s pussy, slowly and completely. He curls his finger slightly and pulls it out just as slowly. Every movement of his finger, Sam intentionally, slides it against her. Making sure the stroke of his finger is sliding against her clit.

Jenny tries not to moan. She clenches her eyes close and bites her lower lips. She spreads her legs wider but does not lean back. Jenny may not be able to stop him but she will try not to make it that easy for him. She could feel the other two fingers pressing against her pussy. It also seems as if they are stroking the side of her pussy as his finger slides slowly back in, then back out again.

Sam moves his fingers slowly as his palm faces her pussy. His finger sliding slowly in and out, curled and steady against her pussy and clit. His other fingers press against her pussy and part of her panties. Sam particularly enjoys feeling her warmth and wetness around his fingers. He enjoys knowing she is excited at what he is doing. He debated for just one second on whether or not to pull Jenny to the rest rooms. Right now, it would be quickest quickie known to man and universe.

Toni stands there, watching the woman lean back and close her eyes. She could see the slight movement of the man’s arm. She looks once more at the woman’s face.

Jenny feels his finger push slowly, entering her then sliding just as slowly out. The movement noted with his finger sliding against her clit. She can feel his finger stroking her clit slowly up then down. Her mind follows his finger filling her pussy, with his finger moving in and out of her.

Jenny loves it when he does this. It always drives her crazy. She could feel her body shaking. She is not close to orgasm yet but she could feel every tingle of her body moving her closer to one. Perhaps her body is still primed from the earlier orgasm but she found herself excited a lot sooner than she expected.

Toni could do nothing. She stares at the woman and feels excitement herself. She wants to reach into her pants and stroke herself. She wanted to reach up and squeeze her nipples.

“Open your eyes.” Sam said softly towards Jenny but his eyes still on Toni.

Jenny did and is shocked. She did not expect to see their waitress still standing there. She thought Toni had gone when Sam thanked her for the napkins. Now she is sitting here, Sam’s finger in her. His finger bringing her so much pleasure she cannot stop to think of pulling him away. She could barely concentrate. She looks at Toni, looking into her eyes.

Toni stares back. She does not move. She, herself, is caught in the situation. She will wonder what happens later at home, her body giving her a hint in the warmth she feels. She will ask herself why she did not move away, even look away when the woman opened her eyes. But right now, she can only stare. Toni can only share in the look of pleasure on the woman’s face.

Sam says, “Scoot your bottom forward closer to the edge of the seat.”

Jenny grips the table and slides herself forward. It gives him more access and it seems his finger goes in further. The finger slides more smoothly over her clit. It moves up and down, stroking her continuously.

The truth is that Jenny is very much enjoying this. Jenny may not admit to enjoying this very public display to anyone but Sam. She always did but she has been too afraid to try it. She moans quietly as she suddenly feels Sam push a second finger into her. The added thickness pushing against her pussy sends a wave of pleasure through her. This also expresses on her face. Her eyes half close, her mouth opens and her head tilts back slightly.

Sam moves the second finger into her as his other finger came out and prepares to enter again. He could feel his fingers spreading her wider. Sam continues to slide his fingers against her clit, moving slowly still. He slides them as far in as he can go, especially sitting in this position. Then back out again.

Jenny did not close her eyes. They almost did as the second finger pushes slowly into her, sliding against her. She grips the table’s edge once more. Jenny found herself leaning back slightly and pushing her hips forward to meet the movement of his fingers.

Sam continues to look at Toni. When the waitress glances over at him, he smiles at her. He interprets the look on her face and speaks to her.

“Two.” He says softly.

At first Toni did not understand. She did not look at him to question him. But put into context of the situation, she understood well. Toni shivers at the thought. She turns towards the woman once more and can imagine the pleasure she is receiving. Her eyes wander back to the man, first wanting him to share, then just looking for fear of everything getting out of hand. It is not that it has not already gotten out of hand, it has - but she is too mesmerized. She is enjoying the secondary pleasure of watching it all.

Jenny hears Sam tell the waitress. She bites her lower lip as she continues to look at the waitress. The waitress’s eyes were on Sam and when he told her, Jenny could see the pleasure on the waitress’s face. If she could only feel this, she thought.

Again, Jenny could feel the waves of pleasure. At first, she thought she should not like this so much. The woman is staring at her enjoying the touch of her boyfriend. Her mind once again went through the situation. She could tell her body wanted this. And why should she not enjoy it? It has been a rough week. She almost laughs at that thought but the tickle of pleasure has its hooks in her. The movement of Sam’s fingers and the stroking of her clit causes tiny electrical waves of pleasure to shoot through her via those hooks.

Sam’s fingers move deep. Sliding all the way into her and then back out again. Both fingers curled slightly to slide along her pussy and clit. Sam’s slow and purposeful movements stroking her clit that way is having its desired effects. He could feel the heat and the slickness because of her excitement. Man, was he horny. He wanted to taste her. He wanted to slide his fingers out, lick it off then kneel down between her legs and lick her.

Jenny could not help it. Her body told her it feels good. Her mind echoing that same thought. His movements urge her to express this.

Sam stops his line of thinking when he hears Jenny moan again.

“Faster?” He asks Toni.

It is either, Jenny did not hear him or she also wanted him to go faster, Sam is not sure.

Toni looks back at him. She did not know how fast he is going or how slow, for that matter.

Sam realizes this when she did not answer him. He holds up his fingers, curling them in a similar fashion and he moves them simultaneously with his fingers between Jenny’s legs. Both hands moving, one set of fingers sliding slowly in and out of Jenny. The other set, showing Toni how, just as slowly and similar in movement and depth.

Toni shivers, closing her eyes for a second. Her hands reach into her apron. She stops herself before she touches herself. Toni wants so badly to touch herself now. To also experience the feeling of pleasure this woman is receiving. She opens her eyes again and stares at the man’s fingers. Her mind’s image matching the movement to her own pussy against what she is seeing him do. The image of the fingers against her and the self knowledge of her own pleasure tell her that by now she would be dying for him to move faster. So she nods at the man.

“Yes, faster.” Toni says aloud, fearing it may have been too loud.

“Okay.” Sam says smiling.

He puts his hand on the table and glances around to see if anyone heard Toni. Then he concentrates on moving his fingers faster. His fingers move slightly faster along Jenny’s pussy.

Jenny closes her eyes, as his fingers move faster in and out of her. The orgasm she had earlier coming to her mind. The feel of this one, to her, feels a little better. The moving fingers slightly faster than before, but still too slow. Jenny can feel her body squirm. She knows she needs to warn them. It is too slow and too much. It is building too wildly.

The shock of the impending orgasm coming around so quickly mixed with the extremely pleasurable feel of his stroking fingers on her clit causes her to shake. Perhaps it is having so many orgasms this afternoon. She knows she has no time to think about this any more. She cannot hold it back for long but she does not have the control to warn them. Part of her is secretly happy. Maybe they’ll get caught when she screams. Oh, yes. This is going to come out loud, part of Jenny’s mind warns.

Toni sees the woman’s mouth open again. She can also see the woman’s eyes rolling slightly behind her eye lids. She believes the woman is close.

Toni is able to warn the man with one short phrase, “Be careful.”

Sam turns and looks at Jenny. He could see her face and wonders if she is going to lose control. He slides his fingers harder against her.

“Open your eyes and look at our waitress.” He says once more.

Jenny half opens her eyes. She cannot help but start to close them again. The pleasure fills her, especially now that he pushes his fingers against her harder. Each push against her presses and rubs against her clit harder. Each push against her causes her pussy spread more, filled with his fingers. Each withdraw causes his fingers to stroke her continuously. The constant stroking of his fingers sends waves of shock and pleasure through her body and mind. The thought fills her, echoes through her. Worse than before, she can feel her hold on this slipping.

Sam could feel her shaking. He could also see her eyes struggling to stay open.

Toni could see it too. She warned the man and now Toni is stuck staring at the woman’s face. Her imagination still filled with the movement of his fingers. She glances around quickly to see if anyone else is looking. She did not see anyone looking so she turns back. Her own body is filling with excitement too. The movement of the woman’s body causes her to see herself moving like that. She could remember the kind of pleasure that would make her body move like that.

“Faster.” Toni says to the man.

Jenny nods at that suggestion, half shaking the table as she does so. She wants him to go faster. She wants the pleasure to overflow and coming crashing in as an orgasm. She needed it. This is winding her up too much.

Sam has other thoughts.

“No.”

Jenny whimpers slightly, quietly. She fights to hold back the moan that would surely be too loud.

“If you don’t, she won’t be able to control her volume.” Toni says but does not turn to look at the man. Her eyes stay on the woman. She glances down and sees the woman’s fingers gripping the table. She sees the woman’s knuckles almost white with how hard she is holding on. Toni glances at the table setting, wondering if she will knock anything over.

Toni carefully moves the glasses of wine and water further away from the woman. As soon as that is done, she looks back at the woman’s face. Toni is almost sweating. Her hips sway slightly to the woman’s movement. Her mind still following the movement the man showed her earlier.

Sam did not move faster, but his fingers moves harder in and out of her.

Jenny did make a noise. Nothing loud enough to be heard further than where Toni is standing.

Toni moans softly herself in response. Her eyes open wide and she looks around. Embarrassed that she did express her pleasure aloud, she glances around quickly. She spares a look at the man.

Sam hears the waitress moan and turns to smile at her.

Toni turns back to the woman. She can see the woman trying to say something.

Jenny lets go of the table and grabs Sam’s left arm.

Sam feels Jenny’s hand grab him. He knows her orgasm is hitting and strokes harder against her. His fingers so slick, it almost slips out of her but he keeps pushing against her. He continues to stroke her clit, in and out with his fingers.

Toni, at first thought, the woman is trying to stop him or at least force him into moving faster. But she then realizes that she is having her orgasm. Toni watches the woman’s head lower and her mouth open. She almost grimaces at the sound that is surely to come.

Sam forgot about the possibility of Jenny screaming. He is too busy concentrating on freeing her orgasm. His movements deliberate and hard - more determined as he feels her body tense. His eyes continue to watch her face, enjoying the scene.

Toni pulls her hands out of her apron. It was one of those moments that people tell her about. It is one of those times where time seems to slow down because of some mind boggling experience. And it is happening to her now. She can see everything in crystal detail.

Toni watches her hand curiously as it seems move impossibly slow from her apron. The woman’s scream starts. Her hand touches the glass of water and it, also impossibly slow, spills over the table towards her.

Sam’s eyes open wide as he hears the beginning of Jenny’s scream of pleasure. He realizes he miscalculated and she will be screaming aloud. His fingers slide into her fully then out again, letting her release. His fingers could feel her squeezing him. Sam sees Jenny start to scream with her orgasm before he actually hears her.

Jenny felt herself squeezing his fingers as her body shook. Her face moving to bury itself in his shoulder as his fingers pulls at her orgasm. Jenny’s body tenses and releases as her legs pull together trapping his fingers. She cannot help herself. The noise coming from her mouth is part and parcel to this orgasm.

Sam stops there as he turns to look around. The waitress’s movement catches his eyes. He watches the water spill towards Jenny.

Jenny did not know how long she screamed. She only knows she is exhausted. Her body still shakes and is wet from her orgasm. Her eyes remain close as she leans back. Jenny almost whimpers as Sam slides his fingers out of her.

“I’m so sorry!” Toni says loudly as she reaches over with a napkin to wipe down the wet table.

Sam glances around the room. Everyone is looking in their direction.

Toni glances at the man. She nods at his grateful expression on his face.

Jenny opens her eyes to see the waitress wiping up the wet table. Some of the water, she sees, has slipped over the table’s edge onto her legs. She did not mind. In fact, it feels good. Jenny attempts to compose herself as a man in a suit hurries over to the table.

Sam groans inwardly as the manager approaches. He smiles at the approaching man, lifting his hand and waving.

“Don’t worry. It was my fault. I was telling a story and, well, I scared the ladies here.”

The manager glances at the table, glad to see there is no broken glass and even more glad to see it was only water. He looks at Toni then back at the man.

“Are you sure?” he says to Sam.

“Yeah, but thanks for the concern. It is also only water. And it serves me right for scaring them like that.” Sam smiles weakly to the manager in the form of an apology.

“Well, I would like to offer you your choice of desserts - on the house of course.” The manager says and glances at Toni.

“Toni, please bring our guests the dessert menu.”

Sam speaks up before Toni leaves, “No no, that’s okay. We’re running late anyway. We have enjoyed the pleasures of this fine establishment to the point of forgetfulness.”

The manager looks at Sam to see if he was joking. He only finds a pleasant smile on Sam’s face so he just nods.

“Well, please let me know if there is anything we can do to make up for it.”

Sam nods and says to the manager, “Perhaps a reservation for two for next Friday?”

The manager smiles at that and nods at Sam. “Of course, please let the hostess know when you would to come next Friday and we’ll be glad to have you.”

Sam turns to Toni and asks for the check.

Sam looks at Jenny as Toni hands him the check. He smiles at Jenny’s quiet smile. He takes out his wallet and pays the tab as the manager moves away. Sam hands the check and the money over to Toni.

“Keep the change. And thank you very much.” Sam says to Toni and then laughs. “You did warn me.”

Toni smiles and takes the money. She can just imagine what yelling will occur when they close up tonight. She splits up the money to hand the cashier, then realizes the truly nice tip Sam has left her. She turns to look at Sam to see if it is a mistake.

Sam and Jenny have already moved to the door when Toni turned to look at them. Sam smiles at Toni once more and mouths the words “Thank you” to her.

***

Jenny puts her cell phone away, happy that her friends agreed to help her with her plans tonight. Jenny found it kind of funny that the night has already turned out to be something special. She is looking forward to see how much more special it will be. Jenny turns to look at Sam as she felt his hand on her arm. She did not know he had come out of the store.

“Get what you needed, honey?” She asks Sam sweetly.

“Mm-hmm.” He says to her as he pops open the tin of mints.

Jenny shakes her head as he offers her the first piece. She waits until he puts a piece into his mouth before slipping her arm onto his arm as they turn to head to the club.

Sam glances at Jenny as they walk. She seems awfully quiet.

“Is everything okay?” He asks her.

Jenny responds, “Yep. Why?”

“Nothing, I am just curious. You just seem quiet. You want to talk about what happened at the restaurant?”

Jenny shakes her head and then says, “Other than it being horribly embarrassing and knowing that we will never be going back there, I don’t think there is anything we need to talk about.”

“So you’re okay with what happened? I mean you’re usually not on the receiving end of those kinds of situations.”

Jenny laughs and brushes her hair behind her ear. It is a nervous reaction and a minor delay tactic. She has to admit now that it was a strange experience. And Sam is correct? She has never been the center of attention in those types of situations. Was she angry at Sam? Thinking about it, at first, she started to get angry but then she realizes that it is only fair that he returns the ‘favor’. So what about the experience? Getting caught should never be the result of the first experience. Getting caught and then having that same person watch you a second time is worse. Still though, she enjoyed it. Jenny enjoyed the sneakiness of it. This is all obvious, she thought to herself. All these reasons are the superficial side of it.

What else then? Jenny took another second to think. So she now has to ask, is she an exhibitionist by nature? Again, one experience (two times) does not make her so. She does not walk around her home naked with the blinds open for the world to see. For the most part, Jenny does not even enjoy wearing revealing clothing. She does, though, now and again for Sam. Well, not ‘for Sam’. The more accurate reason is to tease Sam. So is this part of that? Did she enjoy it because it teases Sam? That is definitely part of it.

Okay, so now, would she let him do it again? She glances at Sam and finds him glancing back at her. She smiles at him.

Yes, she would but she would surely like to find a way where he does not have so much control.

“The truth is, honey. I’m not sure.” She says to him, finally.

“What do you mean? Did you enjoy it?” He asks her, kind of puzzled.

“It was an exciting thing. It was very erotic and charged. I did not like that someone caught us. I also did not enjoy losing control like that.” She says to him honestly.

Sam nods at her. Perhaps he did go too far. He would not have expected so with her reactions. But, on second thought, those reactions are a natural part of the experience. He does not mean the exhibitionistic experience, but the experience of being sexually excited. Sighing inwardly, maybe he went too far.

“I did like it.” She says to him when he did not respond with anything other than a nod.

Sam stops walking and turns to her. He runs his hands up and down the upper part of her arms.

“Jenny. You do not have to say you like it if you did not.”

He smiles at her before continuing.

“If you do not like it or anything I do to or with you, let me know. I am always happier when you’re happy.”

Jenny could feel the warmth of her heart fill her because of his words. She slides her arms under his and hugs him close.

Sam groans inwardly as soon as the words left his mouth. Never had he thought he would say those kinds of things to someone. Still, the words are the honest truth. He slaps himself mentally for slipping like that, especially since he has never liked opening himself up like that. Then the old fears bombarded his mind; what if she laughs? What if she does not feel the same way? Worse, what if his friends were here to hear him say those words?

Sam sighs with relief. One of the best reactions he could hope for in response to his words. His arms envelopes her, glad he slipped now.

“With all the teasing, all the interesting and fun times I have had with you – I have done them because I think, or hope, that it makes or will make you happy. But, you know, I can get carried away. So you have to let me know. Just don’t kick me in the nuts.”

Jenny laughs at that, but loves the fact that he is opening up to her. She nods into his shoulder and pulls back a step.

“I enjoyed what happened at the restaurant. I’m not sure why. That is what I was going to say.” She says quietly to him.

Jenny continues, “I am glad to hear that you are willing to stop if I feel too uncomfortable.”

Sam leans in and brushes his lips against Jenny’s lips. He is rewarded with her pressing her lips against his. They kiss a moment longer.

Sam groans inwardly once more. At the same time, he could hear him laughing at himself for forgetting. His body, it seems, did not forget. The hug, the kiss and the close contact reminded his body of the excitement unresolved.

“My dear, is that a pen in your pocket or are you happy to see me?” She laughs at him.

Sam sighs out loud and whispers into her ear, “Your fault.”

She pulls back and laughs.

“Come on. Let’s go before we’re too late to get in.”

Sam blinks as she starts walking away from him.

Jenny turns around when she does not hear him moving. She laughs as she sees Sam talking to his pants. She could not hear what he is saying but she is sure he is apologizing to his hard-on.

For a moment, she did feel sorry for him. She has had three distinct moments of release and he still has not had one. Well, as far as she knows he has not. Jenny walks back over to Sam.

“Do you really want to go home and take care of this?” Jenny says slowly. She bites her finger and exaggerates her pointing down there.

Sam laughs and shakes his head.

“No, you want to go. He can wait a little longer.”

Sam then looks around quickly then back at Jenny.

“I don’t know how much longer I can hold him back though.”

Sam starts shaking, convulsing and hopping around.

“Look out!”

He starts hopping towards Jenny.

She laughs and then screams and starts to run down the street.

Sam yells, “I can’t control him! Run!”

He hops after Jenny, his pelvis thrusting forward after every hop.

***

Sam let go of Jenny’s hand as she runs over to her four friends. He did not walk right over, instead he just watches as Jenny hugs her four friends. It isn’t that he did not want to go over, but wants her to have her space to say hello to them.

Jenny asked him once why he does that, stand a few feet away while she greeted her friends. She did not understand, even when he explained to her that he was giving her and her friends their personal space to say hello and such. Otherwise he would be intruding on their space. Jenny still doesn’t understand this and calls it one of his personal quirks.

Sam smiles to himself as he remembers this. Some of his other girlfriends also never understood. But unlike those women, Jenny is understands enough to chalk it up to something as unimportant.

Jenny chats with her friends, almost as if she has forgotten about him. She laughs and responds to their questions as if her earlier exhaustion is no longer on her.

Sam takes the opportunity to look at her friends. It is not that he does not remember their names. It always takes him a moment to figure out who is who among Jenny’s best friends. To Sam, they look very similar to each other. And to make matters worse, they wear their make up the same way and have the same style of dress. (Not that he can tell the subtle differences in the make up or styles in the first place.) They also have similar styles of speaking also. He has often groaned over the phone when they call for Jenny because he would mix their names up.

Sam has once mentioned to his friends, he does not find them as interesting enough to remember the differences in her friends. It is a lie of course, to cover up his inability to do so as quickly as he has with other people, like for his work for instance. More recently, though, he realizes that he is starting to tell the differences whether he likes it or not. Sam guesses it is the amount of time he spends with Jenny and her friends that seem to make those little differences stick in his mind.

Sighing inwardly, Sam knows he will get to the point where he can tell all of them apart at a glance but right now it takes a moment.

Jenny’s four friends are Joan, Ellen, May and Mindy. He laughs at himself, realizing he has memorized their names in that order. He did not realize until just now that he had used an old business management trick to remember their names. Sam shrugs inwardly but is glad he thought it important enough to remember their names that way.

Joan is one of Jenny’s old college friends. Joan is an executive assistant at some ad agency. Ellen is a paralegal who used to work with Jenny at her current company. May and Mindy are Jenny’s coworkers.

Ellen did not spend as much time with Jenny as the other girls does. Sam thinks Ellen is alright, comparing her with the other girls. She has never done anything bad to Jenny but it never seems she goes out of her way to help Jenny. There is a lot of history between Jenny and Joan. They share a lot of thoughts and opinions with each other. He has often wondered what else they shared.

May is a strange one. Sam likes her but she is too dominating. May has this little smile when he mentions that to her. In his mind, he can just imagine what kind of interesting things she does to people. Jenny had told him that May likes both men and women. Whether the comment was made to gauge his interest in having a threesome or not, never came to mind until his friends mentioned it.

Mindy is the bubbly one of the group. She sees things on the brighter side, even if others mistake that part of her personality as being a ditz. She is certainly not dumb. Sam has come to that conclusion. She knows how to use it to her advantage, which puts her on a ‘watch’ list for Sam.

The four of them are an attractive bunch. They have different qualities, of course, but all attractive. Sam did not find them as attractive as Jenny. His friends would be drooling all night if they were with him. In fact, a couple of them still drool when he mentions Jenny’s friends

Jenny has told Sam some of their adventures before he met her. Sam thought them quite adventurous for the type of women he makes them out to be. He means that before tonight, Jenny has never played so publicly before. Well, that is, with him. Jenny seems more ‘free’ around these particular friends.

Sam and Jenny have been going out for a little while now so their closer friends have met one another. He remembers cringing when it first happened. Sam and his friends were going out to the movies or something and they bumped into Jenny and her friends. His friends are not the sophisticates or socially savvy people they should be at their age. But most of his friends now are the same friends from his younger days. They all have similar sense of humor and a generally similar sense of thinking. Except they’re all losers! Well, they’re not but he likes to call them losers. (Sam is way more mature than his friends.)

Jenny’s friends are nice. With his inability to tell them apart for the first few minutes and the fact that they’re almost clones of each other aside, he found them enjoyable to be around. They’re smart and did not seem to think any less of him for his (sometimes) less than mature sense of humor.

Of course (of course), there were some uncomfortable moments – what relationships where friends of friends start to get to know each other does not? His friends still laugh at him when the subject comes up. There was a time, early in his relationship with Jenny, where he believed that her friends were coming on to him. At first he thought his mind was playing tricks on him. Then, because he is a man (of course), he thought he had that kind of ability or attractiveness (of course) to all women. Then, before he did anything stupid, he realized his attraction to Jenny is stronger than his physical attraction or male instinctual need to be stupid and attempt anything with Jenny’s friends. (Perhaps he is just a little more mature than his friends.)

Perhaps it is because Sam realized they were natural flirts. They all are including Jenny. Sam has watched the way Jenny talk to people at her office and even when with his friends. Oh, she is never inappropriately flirtatious. But it is there and, well, Sam is a man and who can blame him for thinking that way?

Sam shakes himself from thought as he hears Jenny call his name.

“Honey?” Jenny says to Sam.

Sam looks up to see her looking at him with concern. He smiles at her.

“Sorry, I was lost in thought.”

Jenny laughs and says, “I could see that. You’re not planning any more fun tonight are you?”

Sam looks at her, wondering if that is an invitation. Smiling at her, he shakes his head, pauses a second to pretend to think and then winks at Jenny.

Jenny grabs his hand to lead him over to her friends.

“Come say hello to my friends.” She says as the girls turn towards Sam.

Sam says, “Of course! Hello ladies…”

He leans over each one, giving them a light hug and quick kiss on the cheek. Sam noted that each of the women seem to hold on and hug him longer than usual. This and their breasts seem to press more noticeably against him.

While he does not view Jenny’s friends in that light ever since the incident with the flirting, his body begged differently. Still fresh from the memory of their fun sessions today, he became excited quickly.

It is a good thing he leans over to give them the light hug with only the upper part of his body. Otherwise, it would have been an interesting time trying to explain his body’s sudden attention toward the women.

Jenny laughs to herself as she feels Sam’s excitement grow and press against her hip. She had asked her friends help her tease Sam. Jenny had explained to them on the phone that he has been teasing her all day and it is time for her to get even. They agreed quickly.

Jenny and her friends have done similar things with each others’ boyfriends in the past. It would never get carried away. Most of the time, it ended up as an embarrassing moment in the guys’ life. But everyone has had fun with this. So when they heard he was teasing Jenny mercilessly all afternoon and evening, they were excited to get to work.

Jenny notices her friends hugging Sam with their chest. Usually, these types of hugs are with the shoulders. It is usually a quick wrap around with the arm, a slight pull (for the hug) and then a quick kiss on the cheek as a greeting. She could see same was not expecting the chest hug, usually reserved for close friends and intimate couples. (Aren’t there rules? Sam had thought quietly to himself.) She barely stops herself from grinning evilly when he pulls back from the hug and looks at her.

Jenny smiles to Sam and says to him, “I see you like my friends.”

She glances down and quickly looks back up at him. Then Jenny adds, “A lot.”

“Um, no.”

“No?” One of the women says loudly.

If it was a movie or if Sam’s mind is available for public viewing, Sam would be smacking himself on the forehead. Instead, he starts to cringe and stops. Sam turns to see it is Joan talking.

“That’s not what I meant.” He glances at Jenny for help.

“Oh? So just what did you mean?” Joan asks with a raised eyebrow.

It is here in that same movie Sam would be shrinking and trying to get away from the situation any way possible.

Jenny could just picture him thinking these things. It is how Sam thinks, Jenny knows. She has come to know how visual he is with most things in life.

Sam did not want to look but he saw all four women looking at him, waiting for him to answer Joan. San glances at Jenny, a look requesting her help. But that only yields a look of amusement on her part.

Quickly, Sam tries to think of something else. He could tell them why he said that. It would definitely be embarrassing. A different kind of embarrassment than his play with Jenny in public and getting caught yields. He does not know if he’s that close enough in his relationship with Jenny or her friends to do that yet. This is something you do not live down with friends if you’re not close enough. (Right? Sam asks himself.)

Jenny could see that Sam is trapped. There is practically nothing that he could say that would get him out. She could help him, maybe even change the subject but she did not. It is funny to see him stuck for words.

“Well…” Sam starts off, trying to think furiously of something to say.

“Joan, this is a situation where anything I say, I will be in deep trouble.”

Jenny almost laughs aloud as she sees Joan nod at Sam slowly, still awaiting an answer from him. Jenny considers Joan one of her toughest and most supportive friends. She is Jenny’s best friend and one she trusts completely.

Joan is one of the first people their friends go to for help. Joan, of course, never thought of herself that way. She may be a bit more sympathetic towards people than others but she never thought of herself as one of those people. She loves Jenny and believes she is someone who is as closest to a sister that she has.

Joan waits for Sam to speak up. She likes Sam and did from the moment Jenny introduced him. Joan found him funny and smart. She has watched him with that sisterly concern she feels towards Jenny. And she knows that Sam does not leer at her and their friends the way most men do. Joan has always been encouraged by Sam’s willingness to joke and make a fool out of himself in front of Jenny and her friends.

So when Jenny asked Joan and the others to help her out, Joan did not think twice. In fact, she is looking forward to seeing his reaction to the girls teasing him. Not that she will take advantage or anything just because she is not seeing anyone right now, but because it would be a fun story to tell.

Joan pulls herself from thought and glances at Sam, still waiting for an answer. Stepping it up a notch, she folds her arms and gives him the stare. She does not know what the others are doing but if they saw her – they would probably take the same stance.

If Sam is not mistaken, he could swear the other women’s body language shows that they are about to pounce on him. The natural primal fears stir in him, making him want to run. But he cannot show signs of fear to these women. He is a man, gosh darn it! Think faster, man! Faster!

Nervously, he began, “I guess the only thing I can do is tell the truth, so that it will not be taken out of context. Then I’ll throw myself at your feet, hoping the truth will be enough.”

Joan shifts her weight onto the other leg, her body turning slightly as if to give him permission to go on.

Jenny could not believe Joan is pressing Sam in such a way. Jenny knows Joan have shattered many of men’s wills with that stare. Jenny glances sympathetically towards Sam, not knowing what Sam is going to say or understanding which way he is going with that line of thought.

Then Jenny realized that Sam may just tell Joan the truth. Would he? She thought nervously to herself.

Jenny has told the girls some of their escapades but not all. And it has always seem that none of them really believe they play so much in public even after how many times Jenny has claimed Sam has been caught. Though they seem to enjoy her stories, they seem to act like they are just that – stories.

Still, Jenny thought, maybe she should interrupt or she will have to explain what happened earlier today. She is not ready for that just yet. Especially since this time, Jenny is the one who was caught – twice.

“You know he loves you all, like I do Joan.” Jenny says.

Joan shakes her head at Jenny and looks at Sam.

“That’s not what it sounded like, Sam. Go on, tell us this truth.” Joan says to Sam.

Sam looks at Jenny and realizes she is nervous. Now he is really stuck. He is not sure if he can get out of this alive or reputation intact. It is already too late to say ‘just kidding’. It is definitely not good to lie. They already have their proverbial lie detectors up. And he has said he will tell them the truth.

Taking a deep breath, he turns to face Joan. Sam glances at Jenny and shrugs.

“Joan, you’ve been part of Jenny’s life the longest. I know she trusts you completely. And since I trust Jenny completely, I trust you completely.”

Sam had glanced at Jenny when talking to Joan. He did not know how else to approach this. He can only trust that Joan will understand. Hoping his words were warning enough, Sam takes a step forward, placing both his hands on either side of Joan’s arms.

Jenny could see Joan stiffening slightly as Sam touches her arms. Jenny could not move, knowing that Sam is going to let Joan know the truth. But she cannot think of any way out or how to stop him without making things worse.

“Joan, you know I like you all a lot but not in that way. I definitely like Jenny a lot in all ways. And well…”

With that, Sam hugs Joan close. He could feel his excitement press against her leg. His arms slide around Joan’s back as Sam press to hug Joan closer.

He whispers into her ear, “We were playing earlier and did not finish. If you know what I mean.”

Sam did not want to be too inappropriate so he pulls back and moves his hands back to Joan’s arms again.

“Sorry.”

Jenny cringes but stops as she sees Joan burst into laughter. She is not sure if she is glad or if she should be afraid of what she has gotten them into. Jenny did not expect him to tell Joan the truth.

Joan did not understand what Sam was doing. She did not understand until she felt it there, in all his glory. When Sam was holding her close, Joan was tempted to hang on to him and yell for the other girls to take a turn but that would only server to embarrass Sam and Jenny too much.

Joan is also glad he took the time to explain quietly to her and then publicly apologize. She did not want to burst out laughing but it was an interesting way to get out of that particular trap. It is in that moment that she realize that she approves of Sam.

Sam steps back and puts an arm around Jenny. He pulls her close as he watches Joan laugh and look at him. Sam could tell she is thinking of something, hoping that it is not something like telling Jenny to dump him.

Jenny glances up at him, questioningly.

Sam kisses her cheek and leans closer to her ear.

“I told her we were playing earlier and we did not finish. Then I think she rubbed her leg against me.”

Jenny laughs and smacks his back.

“No, she didn’t rub but I think she understands.”

Jenny nods and turns towards Joan.

Joan has already moved back to the other friends. She is not sure what she is telling them but she is sure she is going to hear about it from Joan later.

***

Tom the bouncer walks back over to the entrance from the parking log.

“Everything okay over there, Tom?” Billy asks Tom as he glances at his clipboard.

“Yeah, just some kids fooling around. I told them if they’re not out of there in the next minute, we’re going to pull the video tapes from the cameras and take them to the police.”

Billy chuckles.

“Holy…” Tom says.

Billy looks up quickly. Every time Tom says that, there is something to look at.

Sam felt like a star as they stood by the bouncer. Joan told the guy with the clipboard their names. He glances at the bouncer. Sam almost laughs to himself as he notes the bouncer seems to have taken a particular liking to Mindy. Perhaps it is Mindy’s larger than normal chest region, perhaps it is Mindy’s smile. Yeah, right it was the smile Sam thinks to himself sarcastically.

Mindy smiles at the bouncer. She likes a man who is well built. Maybe it is the thought of someone like that picking her up without effort. She is not a big woman but neither is she what people call petite. Her breasts are both a boon and a curse to her since the age of puberty. Mindy has never had a problem with using what she had to get things.

As they move past the bouncer, Sam noticed Mindy tripping and bumping into the bouncer. The bouncer, being the gentleman he is, catches her and holds her until she is standing steadily.

Joan bursts out laughing once more as Mindy catches up to the group.

“The old, trip – fall – touch my boobs move, Mindy?” Joan says.

Mindy smiles shyly. She brushes her hair away from her eyes and says, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

This time all the girls laugh.

Sam looks around as they entered the club. It is dark with a lot of flashing lights, something he expected. There is a stage at the other end of the entrance where a band seems to be setting up. The center, in front of the stage, is a pretty large dance floor. The sides, to the left and right, are some booths. Between the booths and dance floor are some small tables. Not too much but enough for tired dancers to sit down and order a drink. On the walls of the club behind the booths are large tapestries. They hang darkly from the ceiling, giving the club a more sophisticated look.

Between the entrance and the dance floor facing the stage is a large bar. The bar is not one complete area. It is more one bar broken into two sections with a little alley in the middle for people to walk through.

The first thought that entered Jenny’s mind when they walked through the entrance is how loud the club is. She has not gone to a club in a while and probably would not have if they were not invited by their old friend. Still, the club seems nice.

As far as the crowd goes, it is not too crowded. Not enough to start bumping into people. Sam is relieved to see that. Sam and his little guy would have to poke Jenny all the way to the seats, if that is the case. Sam could see people dancing on the dance floor and even behind some of the booths.

Almost none of the booths are occupied but some of the tables are. The noise, as Sam suspected, is deafening.

“Let’s go find a quiet spot.” Sam says loudly to the girls.

Seeing no one disagreed, Sam headed towards the right side of the club – closer to the stage. He avoids going through the dance floor, figuring the speakers are pointed in that direction. The path to the booths through the tables is less bothersome than one would have thought.

Joan says to Sam as they move towards a booth, “Not next to a speaker, please Sam.”

Sam nods as he keeps an eye on where the speakers are. He gets them to a booth, enough to fit maybe eight. The backs of the booths are waist high and the tables are the same.

Sam waits until the girls are seated and said, “Let me go get a waitress.”

They smile at him as he turns to head towards the bar.

“So what did he tell you before, Joan?” Ellen asks as soon as Sam is out of ear shot.

“It’s not what he said.” Joan says cryptically.

Jenny groans.

Joan looks at Jenny and asks, “Want me to tell them?”

Jenny scoots up in her seats and looks at all the girls.

She smiles impishly and says, “Well, you I’ve told you guys that Sam likes to play in public right?”

The girls nod at her.

“We were playing before we came here.”

May turns toward Jenny to ask, “Where?”

“Antonio’s”

It was Mindy’s turn to ask, “How? In the bathroom like in the movie Unfaithful?”

Jenny shakes her head at Mindy.

Joan grins at Jenny and ask, “In the booth? In front of everyone?”

Jenny nods and smiles shyly at her friends.

May grins as she thinks of the possibilities, “So did the waiter, customers, or manager catch Sam?”

Jenny shakes her head again.

“No, it was a waitress. Her name was Toni.” Jenny says.

Joan glances towards Sam then back at Jenny, “Better tell us the story before he gets back with another waitress to have fun with.”

The girls laugh at that statement and nods at Joan in agreement.

Jenny waits until all the girls lean in closer.

“We were playing earlier than that over the phone. He wanted to come over but I did not let him.”

Jenny shrugs and continues.

“I wanted to shower and get ready for tonight but he convinced me to play before showering.”

Joan snorts, knowing Jenny well enough to believe it did not take that much convincing.

The other girls giggled at that.

“Anyway, it was him teasing me this time. It was so embarrassing and exciting at the same time.”

This time, all the girls says loudly, “What!?!”

“Quiet!” she says to them.

“How were you playing? You weren’t, you know, doing it there in the booth right?” Mindy leans in closer to ask Jenny.

Jenny shakes her head and says, “No, he was digitally pleasing me. And the waitress saw.”

“Did she call the manager?” Joan asks.

“Did she call the police?” Ellen asks.

“No and no. I did not realize that she had caught us until Sam pointed it out. He was in the middle of rubbing me when he told me. I could not stop and he would not stop.”

Jenny glances towards Sam to gauge how much time she has to finish the story. She turns back to the girls.

“Well, I had a nice one watching the waitress watch me. We had dinner and Sam dared to go at it again. This time…” She pauses then continues, “This is so embarrassing. This time the waitress was standing right at the edge of the table. But the way same was moving his fingers so nicely, I had my eyes closed. He got me really close and told me to open my eyes and that is when I saw her standing there staring at me.”

The girls laugh at that thought. Jenny knows it is not to embarrass her. It is more of a laugh of surprise and some excitement. She could see it on each of the girls faces. With the exception of Mindy, she cannot picture the girls doing something like that. Although most of them have teased their boyfriends at one time or another in public and have even embarrassed them in front of each one of them, they have never gone as far as actually having an orgasm in public.

Jenny could not figure out which one to answer first as they assault her with a bunch of questions. How was he doing it? What kind of position were you sitting in? Did any customers see this? Did you scream? Did you pull him away? Did you take him out and stroke him?

Jenny waits then as their questions died down.

She says to them, “Well, that last one where the waitress was standing in front of us, was a big one. I could not stop from screaming. But the waitress was nice enough to distract everyone. She spilt a glass of water onto the table and said something aloud. I did not hear what as I was screaming into Sam’s shoulder. I think.”

Jenny glances at each one of the girls. They could not believe it.

“Well, that is when we left to come here. We did not play with him afterwards. And when you girls gave him those boobie hugs, it reminded him that he did not finish. He was at attention.”

Joan bursts out laughing.

“So he told the truth.” Joan says, still laughing.

May looks at Joan to ask her, “What do you mean?”

Joan looks at them all, then says, “Well, when he hugged me, I got the point. Then he told me Jenny and he were playing but they never got to finish. And that’s when he apologized.”

The girls laugh at Joan’s joke. Jenny shakes her head, not believing Sam actually told but she is not upset with him. It is not like she does not tell Joan almost everything.

They quickly change the subject as May waves at them when she sees Sam returning with a waitress in tow.

“Ladies, this is Tanya. She’s going to take our orders.” Sam says as he slides into the seat next to Jenny.

“I’m sorry. The music is kind of loud. Did he say your name is Toni?” Joan asks the waitress.

The girls giggle, except for Jenny who innocently stares at the waitress.

“Tanya.” She says.

Sam looks at Jenny when Joan asks that question.

Jenny shrugs as the waitress looks at her. Jenny did not want to get drunk so she orders something non-alcoholic.

When the girls finish ordering, Tanya heads to the bar to get it.

“Well, the band is not due for another hour or so. Jenny, might I borrow your man for a little bit. I promise not to tire him out too much for you to have fun later.” May looks at Sam as she glance to ask Jenny.

Sam starts to shake his head until he heard Jenny say it is okay. Panicking, he reaches over and takes Jenny’s hand.

Jenny could feel him leaning towards her ear.

“Honey, I have a problem remember?”

Jenny could feel his hand guide her hand to his excitement. It kind of charges her some as she felt his excitement. Before she could say anything, Jenny saw May pulling at Sam’s arm.

Sam would have whimpered if anyone could hear over the music as May pulls him off his seat. He did not want to be rude and yank his hand away. Sam continues to look at Jenny as he is dragged away by May. He could see her mouth the word ‘Sorry’.

“Wait till it is my turn. He’ll cream himself.” Mindy says.

Then she turns to Jenny. “Unless you don’t want that to happen without your help.”

Ellen, Joan and Jenny laughs.

Jenny shakes her head then says, “Well, I’m sure he’ll thank you for it and I’m sure I’ll pay for it later if you do.”

Mindy grins at Jenny.

“Don’t go overboard, Mindy. Remember, we’re just teasing.” Joan adds.

“Party pooper.” Mindy turns to say to Joan.

Joan laughs and pats Mindy on the back.

Ellen turns and sees another friend near the bar. She excuses herself to go talk with them.

Sam turns to follow May to the dance floor. May has a body that is closest to Jenny. Sam likes long legs. Unlike his friends, he is not a big breast person. Give him a nice pair of legs and nice behind and Sam is set for life. He glances down at her legs and regretted it. Sam had hope his excitement would have died down by now, but it has not.

Sam thought he should excuse himself and go to the bathroom. There he can quickly jerk off and hopefully it will be at ease. Sam knows this does not always work, contrary to most women’s thoughts. Being physically relieved does not mean it will not come up again. There are several factors for that but Sam did not want to go into that now. His situation is bad.

Sam would have thought Joan spent the time he was away from the table explaining to the girls. Guess she can keep a secret.

Sam thought back to the movie again. He felt his jaw hit the ground and his hand smack his forehead for a second time today. His eyes wandered May’s body as she starts to dance. Her movements are to the beat of the music but in a seductive way.

Maybe it is his excitement or frame of mind. He shook his head as he concentrated on making his body move to the music. Her body almost slithered around him, almost touching him as he starts to move.

May found herself smiling at Sam as he looks at her nervously. It was as if he was at a loss for what to do. May knows Sam likes legs. She is rather proud of her legs which is why she wore a short skirt. May moves carefully while dancing with Sam. She wants to make sure he sees her movements.

Ever since Joan mentioned getting the point from Sam, she wanted to see if it is still there. She almost laughs aloud as Sam moves to avoid her touching him anywhere below the waist.

Sam starts looking at other people, guys in particular, while he continues to dance with May on the second song. It is a difficult task to accomplish when he has to keep an eye on her for the sake of distance. Sam could feel her hands on him, sliding up and down his back and arms. Once he thought he felt her hand on his bottom.

Jenny watches Sam and May from the table. Really, she is proud that he is trying to avoid touching her. She also admired how May moves herself, trying to touch him. She and Joan both choked on their drinks when May grabbed Sam’s ass.

“I’ve seen you dance before, Sam. And this is not how you normally dance.” May says to Sam.

“Sorry.” He says and he moves slightly closer, still avoiding touching below the waist.

“Am I going to have to jump on you?”

Sam looks over at Jenny. He sees her wave at him and he mouths the word ‘help’.

“I think he wants a third, Jenny.” Mindy says as she starts to scoot out of the booth.

Joan laughs while saying to Jenny, “I do believe the poor boy is going to faint.”

Jenny glances over at Sam and sees him turning pale. His eyes on Mindy as she scoots out and head towards them, Jenny grins at Joan.

Mindy starts to dance towards Sam.

“Maybe we’ll get to touch now, Sam.” May laughs, glancing at Mindy’s approach.

“Um, I think I need to go.” Sam says and starts to walk away.

It is a strange feel, Sam thinks to himself. The feeling of a hand reaching around from behind and grab his nipple. The sensation is not as horrible as his situation but it is definitely not expected. The pain causes him to stop and his face to crunch up. He could feel May move up behind him and start moving. Her hand, like a vice, gripping his nipple preventing him from moving.

“Why Sam, that is kind of rude to leave when the lady is not done with you.”

“Me too!”

Sam’s eyes open wide as he hears those words. He turns in time just to see Mindy’s fingers grab his other nipple.

Jenny laughs watching her friends grip Sam’s nipples. May is very dominating as a person and suspects much more so in her personal life. Jenny leans into Joan, still laughing as Mindy starts to shake her breasts at Sam while her hand remains gripping Sam’s nipple.

“Ow.”

“What’s the matter, Sam?” May says into Sam’s ear.

“Ow.”

“Come on, it is not that bad. Two women are playing with your nipple for all to see. One moving behind you the way I am doing, rubbing herself to your back. The other, it seems, looks like she is about to mount you.”

Sam’s eyes snaps forward as he hears May’s words. His mind monitoring the feel of May’s body against his back, then stops as his eyes communicated the visual before him. Mindy moves her hips with her legs slightly spread. Her hand gripping his nipple while her other hand up in the air. Sam could see her tossing her head from side to side as if she is in the throes of an orgasm.

Jenny almost feels sorry for Sam as she watches her friends moving closer to him. She knows he wants to be faithful to her and this may be pushing it. She turns to Joan who nods at her.

Joan moves first to get out of the booth. Jenny scoots out the other way.

Sam cannot express the relief he felt when he saw Jenny head towards him. Not that he will admit this to his friends. And when he does tell his friends, there will be embellishments (of course). But for now, he is glad for Jenny’s help.

Joan and Jenny moves towards Sam on the dance floor. They do not walk towards him but they dance with each other towards him. Joan’s hands slide across Jenny’s body as they move. Both of them look directly into Sam’s eyes as they move to the music.

If Sam was with his friends, he would have thrown his hands into the air and said “Give up!” He watches his girlfriend with her best friend groping each other on the dance floor towards him. Sam did not know if he is in heaven or hell.

Mindy slides up to Sam, one leg between his legs. She continues to move with her hips as she suddenly feels it. She leans over to his ear, near May’s face to speak.

“May, I think you’ve given our poor little Sam here a stiffy.”

“I think he likes having his nipples pinched.” May says in response to Mindy.

“If that’s the case, maybe we should pinch harder?”

Hell. Pure and simple. This is what Sam thought. His eyes still follow Jenny and Joan as they dance and grope each other. He had to shake his head as he sees Jenny and Joan lean in. Were they going to kiss?

Sam is not really into that. And again, it is not something he will admit to his friends. But he would rather concentrate on one woman than multiple women. Not that the visual of two women together does not excite him, it does. But it does excite him even more to see Jenny as part of the female duo.

Now the question is, Sam’s logical side of his mind thinks, will something bad happens if Mindy continues to grind her leg against your cock?

Fear, shock, and excitement grip him. His is enjoying the movement very much and his eyes reporting to his mind his girlfriend and another woman groping each other. Also it did not help that his eyes are showing his girlfriend leaning in to kiss her best friend on the lips.

Jenny grins evilly to herself. She could almost feel Joan’s lips on her lips. They broke off just before touching. They turn to dance back to back while staring at Sam. This is the same dance they did in college when Joan wanted to make her boyfriend crazy. So Jenny licks her lips seductively towards Sam. She can imagine Joan doing the same thing.

Sam is transfixed watching Jenny and Joan licks their lips. Their hands move along their bodies as they dance back to back to the music.

May sees what Sam is seeing and found herself a little excited by the visual. She releases Sam’s nipple and lets her hand move along Sam’s body. Her hand slides down to his stomach then to his leg. She could feel Mindy moving herself along his other leg. She moves her head to the other side where Mindy is dancing.

“Kiss me, Mindy.”

If there is anything worse than hell, this is it. Sam thought that as he hears May’s command to Mindy. While he did not turn to look, he could hear the heavy breathing of kissing by his ear. His eyes closes for a moment as his mind shows him what he imagine Jenny and Joan kiss would be like. He opens his eyes as Jenny and Joan reach them on the dance floor.

His mind hopes for Jenny to take him away from this hell. But he is not hoping for much as his earlier thought was shattered with Jenny and Joan dancing instead of coming straight to him. He is somewhat relieved as Mindy moves away from his leg and over-excited cock. Sam notices it is Joan pulling Mindy away.

May opens her eyes as she feels Mindy’s lips break away from her lips. She sees Joan pulling her away and is a little disappointed. May’s hand runs up from Sam’s leg and touches it. At first she did not realize she is so close but her hand slides up along his excitement. May finds herself sliding her hand down it once and then back up once more as if it was a two stroke gesture. May misses it as soon as her hands slides back up his stomach to his chest. She knows what she did was almost out of bounds but could not help but enjoy the feel of it.

Sam watches as Jenny reaches out a hand to touch him. Her hand lands on his chest but instead of touching his chest, her hand is on May’s hand. His eyes watching Jenny’s fingers move along May’s fingers. It seems to him they were also dancing to the music. Then the fingers entwined and Sam could feel May’s arm leaving his body.

Jenny almost laughs as the hope fell from his face. Jenny’s hand guides May away from Sam’s back towards her. She also knew Sam is in trouble now since May tends to get carried away. Jenny turns to watch May dance away from Sam towards her. Jenny would love to dance as seductively as May but for some reason she cannot move like her.

May licks her lips as she passes Sam. She does not know if Sam saw but she did it anyway. She moves slowly, swaying her hips and sliding her upper body to the music. She let her behind move slowly and suggestively as she slides next to Jenny.

Jenny stands where she is, next to Sam, while May moves around her. Jenny can feel May sliding her body against her body. She could feel May’s legs against her legs and her breasts against her back. Then she could feel her move to her other side, as Jenny feels May’s hands on her shoulders. They slide along Jenny’s body, down her arms then up her back.

May stares at Sam as her hands move along Jenny’s body. Her left hand reach Jenny’s upper body and she push her forward. Her left hand on Jenny’s hip. Holding her still as her upper body bends towards Sam.

The only signal Jenny had for this action is the placement of May’s hands. She did not expect it this soon but she shrugs to herself as her body folds forward. Her hands fall forward, reaching for Sam.

Sam is surprised as Jenny suddenly folds forward. His hands reach out instinctively as her hands reach out. In this position, he can see Jenny’s ass covered by her skirt. He can see May’s hand sliding along Jenny’s back towards her ass. May’s right hand moves from Jenny’s hip as she thrusts her pelvis forward against Jenny’s ass. Then she steps back and her left hand slides off her ass then reaches up to spank her once. May puckers her lips and kisses the air as if she is kissing him.

Sam realizes that he is starting to lose control of himself. Not that he is about to cum but because he is not able to think straight. He sees May who is very similar in body type to Jenny humping against Jenny’s ass. He also sees May slap his girlfriend’s ass while throwing him a kiss.

The logical side of his mind told him he has no one else to blame but himself. It is probably some higher power’s way of getting even.

Sam did almost cum as he felt her lips kiss his cock through his pants. He looks down and seems her smiling at him evilly.

Joan could not believe what she is seeing but Mindy is cheering. Joan watches as Jenny kisses Sam’s pants. She knows what is there and would not have thought Jenny is bold enough to do that now and here in front of all these people.

Jenny knows that Sam would love for her to do this now in front of all these people including her friends but she is teasing him. She is not going to whip him out in front of her girlfriends and give him oral right now.

Sam watches as his body shakes. He sees Jenny kissing his cock through his pants, moving up his leg. He almost released as he thought she was going to bit his zipper down when she reached the top of his pants. Somehow, he is glad she did not.

But Sam is so horny. He growls as he pulls Jenny to a standing position. His eyes stay on Jenny as he starts to pull her to follow him. He glances around for the restroom sign and heads in that direction.

Jenny laughs as she feels herself being tugged along with Sam. She turns to Joan and sees that she is pointing towards them and saying something to Mindy. Jenny glances at May and sees her wink at him.

Sam can only picture a stampeding bull as his excitement. His pants seem way too tight and it is too long from here to the restrooms!

Jenny laughs as they stop in front of the entrance to the restrooms. There is already a line to both the men’s and women’s restrooms. She can see the frustration on his face.

Jenny leans over to his ear, smiling evilly as she does.

“I know how you feel honey. So close. So close you just want to finish it.”

Sam smiles at her, not trusting what he would say. He paces around a second, then looks over at the other areas of the club. His next thought is to leave the club and do something behind an alley somewhere. Perhaps even at the park. But no, part of his logical mind still in control of some thought. They were here to see Jenny’s friend. If they leave, he is not sure they’ll be able to get back in.

He glances over and heads towards their booth again. Sam could see Jenny’s girlfriends are still on the dance floor dancing. Not as seductively or as naughty as earlier with him. He can even see that Ellen has joined them.

Jenny could see Sam is pulling her back towards their booth. She wonders if he will be happy with just being jerked off. She laughs to herself. She hopes so because that is faster.

As Sam approach the booth, he does not stand as Jenny would have expected. Instead, Sam moved to the space behind the booth. He looks at it carefully as he moves closer. There is not that much space behind the booth and the curtain. Or tapestry, the logical part of his mind corrected. He did not care. Sam drags her into that space and ducks by under the tapestry. It is heavier than he expected and more rough feeling. He pulls her close and kisses Jenny hard on the lips.

Jenny returns the kiss. Her hands sliding to grab Sam’s ass and pulls him close. Jenny realizes how excited she is when he kissed her. She has been slowly building since they were teasing Sam on the dance floor. With the forceful nature of him pulling her to the bathroom and then here, well, she is ready. She could feel the warmth of her excitement in the way her body responds to his touch.

Sam needs to tell Jenny. He needs to tell her now before it gets out of hand. He pulls from their kiss, breathing heavily.

“Jenny, this is not part of the plan. I wanted to wait until we get home.”

Jenny nods at Sam and leans in to kiss him once more.

“I know honey. I just asked the girls to tease you because of all the ‘fun’ you had with me earlier today.”

Sam grins at her and kisses her once more.

“I hope you don’t mind another public display of affection.”

His hands reach down to grab the edge of her skirt. Sam guides it up roughly but careful enough not to rip it.

“I hope you don’t mind me screaming in public.” She says to him as his hands move along her legs. Then she adds, “Again.”

Sam reaches up to grab her arms and then he spins them.

Jenny could feel the wall against her back as Sam spun them. She feels his hands press her back against the wall as he lowers himself in front of her. Jenny takes an excited breath as she watches his mouth move towards her panties.

Sam moves his fingers to her panties as his mouth moves closer. His fingers grab at the sides of her panties then he tugs them down.

“I have been dying to taste your excitement all day. I have also been dying to fuck you all day. I need to do both.”

Jenny steps out of her panties as Sam speaks in a rough manner. She moves her hands to his shoulders for support. She did not know which excited her more right now: the fact that Sam is being rough and at the verge of losing control or the thought that all that stands between what they’re doing and everyone else is this tapestry.

Sam pushes his lips forward as his hand puts the panties into his pants pocket. He could smell her earlier excitement as his lips touch her skin. His lips move up from her right knee, slowly as his hands nervously touch her knees. This is not something he had planned on and did not know if they will be safe here. But he cannot wait any longer. He wants her in the worse way.

Jenny watches Sam on his knees after pushing her panties into his pants pocket. She could see him shaking somewhat as his hands touches her knees. Jenny is not surprised that Sam is feeling out of control. She has had a few nice moments today and Sam has yet to have one. She feels her legs moving apart while his hands guide her. She watches his lips move up along her leg.

Sam moves his lips towards Jenny’s inner thigh. There, he starts to lick her skin with his tongue. He tries to control how fast or slow he is going but the only things on his mind are the taste of her and the feel of her. Sam moves his hands from her knees to the outside of her knees. There, while kissing and licking slowly along her right inner thigh, his hands move along the outside of her legs. They move slightly faster than his tongue, gliding along her skin.

Jenny could feel his fingers touch the bottom of her skirt. She watches his lips and tongue move along her thigh. Jenny has seen him do this plenty of times to know what is coming next. Her body lowers slightly as her knees bend a little more. Jenny’s legs spread a little more while more of her upper back leans against the wall for support.

Sam glances up as his tongue reaches her upper inner thigh. Here he would love to tease her, to run his tongue up near her pussy and away. This time there is no waiting. His tongue moves slowly but directly towards her pussy. His lips touch her skin and he could see Jenny close her eyes.

Jenny felt his lips touch her upper inner thigh and her eyes close. She does not wait long until she felt his mouth slowly pull against her skin. The feel of her skin being stroked by his lips is amazing to Jenny. She follows him as he slowly moves up a little more then he would suck gently. She could feel his hands push along her skirt and it began to rise along her legs. Her right leg shakes as she feels him moving closer and closer.

Sam pushes her skirt up to her waist and then his hands did something akin to twisting the material. When his fingers moves away from her skirt along her skin, the skirt did not fall back down. Sam slowly moves his fingers along both of Jenny’s legs. It is like a soft slow stroke up and down the outsides of her legs.

Jenny moves her hands to the back of his head. Her fingers slide into his hair as his lips touch the outside of her pussy. She gasps as she feels his tongue touch her. It is more than exciting to feel the real thing as opposed to what she remembered. Her hips push forward, trying to feel more of his tongue on her as her fingers grips his hair.

Sam’s tongue slides along her pussy on the outside. His fingers move across and down to her knees. He moves his tongue up along her pussy lips to her clit. As soon as he touches her there, he could feel her push against him. His mouth opens as his tongue slides back down across her clit. The tip of his tongue touches her opening as he lets her fingers guide his head forward.

Jenny could hear herself hiss as his tongue slides across her clit and then to her pussy. She pushes herself forward as his tongue slides in. She could feel his fingers move under her knees. There, she could feel his fingers running along her legs from underneath. The sensation is like something slightly heavier than feathers run along the back of her legs.