This Is Part 3. Part 1 Is Here, Part 2 Is Here.

This is part 3. Part 1 is here, part 2 is here.

THE EXAMINATION RESULTS

I'm surprised that I was given an appointment so late. I had to rush from cheerleading practice after school in order to make it. I would have thought that the office would be closed by now. No matter, I made it and hey, it's another opportunity to see that luscious Dr. Simpson again. I thought I remembered Lauren saying that exam and test results were called in. Maybe since I have to come in, the results are not so good?

“Yes, I'm sure, Nurse Adams, its a simple results follow up. I can handle it on my own. You can still make it to your grandaughter's recital.”

His deep voice , though muffled by the door to the hallway, was like a warm, soothing blanket, wrapping around my apprehension and melting it away into the memories of that last exam. Even as I swing the stirrups out of the way, I can feel the wetness surge in my...oh, wait, I already took off my panties. All the better. He needs to see how excited I am to see him again.

He pushed through the door with a brief greetings and headed straight to the computer to pull up my records. Nothing seemed unusual excet for., were those small beads of perspiration on his brow? As always, this exam room felt only a few degrees above freezing, for my taste.

“Well, Blair, everything came back normal from your lab work. But before I can prescribe your requested birth control, I need to do a vaginal/pelvic flexibility test.”

“That sounds scary? It's not like I want to have kids, that is why I want the pills,” as visions of more of those ice-cold speculums interrupting my sensual fantasies.

“Relax, close your eyes, I promise it won't be painful and will be over in a moment.”

His words rolled over me like a wave, but his was his gentle touch on my inner thighs that brought the most comfort. I chanced a glance to confirm what I was feeling. Yes, he was not wearing the usual exam gloves. The touch of his bare hands gave a greater mental image of their size than the gloved ones.

Despite the roughness of his physique, the skin was smooth and tender as it slid up and down on my inner thigh. I felt my pussy clench as he spread my lips and entered with two of those massive fingers. I choked by the moan that treatened to fill the room as they swirled within me, stretching me, probing in a way the previous exam had not. My whole lower half tensed as his thumb reached up and circled my clit. This was part of the exam? I didn't care if it was or not. I was being swept away by the senations zipping through my whole body. My skin felt on fire. My breath was coming in ragged gasps. I didn't hear the metal susurration of his zipper lowering.

The sudden emptiness of my pussy was immediately replaced by the press of something much larger than his fingers. My eyes sprang open in what must have seemed like panic, eliciting an apology from him. “I'm sorry...I couldn't...”

I didn't hear what he was going to say, muting that response with my finger to his lips. They were soft and inviting, but I ignored that as my hand drifted from there to grasp his cock hovering just beyond my slick glazed slit. Using the experience of those brief moments with my boyfriend, I guided his tip between my lips. We both moaned aloud as his hips thrust forward, sending him plunging into me wetly and smoothly.

The next minutes are lost in a blur to me, visually blinded, yet consumed with the sensations of a blind person sensitive with Braille. Touches, panting, plunges, tensing, clutching, ending in spasms of release unlike anything I had ever felt before.

Yes, I don't think I'll be denied those birth control now.

Theater Hi-jinks

We settled in for the movie, knowing that it would never leave us calm. I knew that once the on-screen action heated up, so would you. Not to be disappointed, I saw your jaw go slack unconsciously. You probably didn't notice how your hand slid softly from one thigh to the other, pausing briefly on your warm mound. You were suddenly jarred to awareness when my hand closed over yours in the middle of that trip, folding your fingers beneath mine over the ridge of your warmth. Your gasp was hidden by the soundtrack of the movie. Your eyes shifted quickly to mine. I met them with a wry smile curling at the corner of my mouth before returning my attention to the screen.

But my hand lingered, my fingers pressing yours firmly over the thick material of your jeans. I could tell by the quickened pace of your breathing, that you were wishing as I was that nothing was separating our fingers from your soft plump lips. Your body stiffened as I gently brushed your hand aside and you felt me fumble with the stud at our waist. When you felt rather than heard the zipper slide down, you reacted by lifting your hips, straightening the pathway for the plastic teeth to complete their parting decent the joint that forbade it going any further. By the time my fingers cupped the soft cotton of your panties, they were already soaked in anticipation. Your legs parted slowly as though trying not to draw attention in the darkness, even though there was no one in our row and the teen girls a few rows ahead were completely enthralled with the spectacle on the screen.

I felt your lips separate beneath my touch, further spreading your honey on your drenched panties. The subtle rocking of your hips in response to my touch betrayed your approval of my explorations. The cool air of the theater was soothing to the fire billowing in your loins when I lifted the material between your thighs and pushed it to the side. You moaned in disappointment when instead of taking advantage of the new-found freedom, you felt my hand move totally away. You only risked a side-ward glance as you saw me withdraw something from my jacket pocket. A brief brightening of the movie screen reflected off the pink surface as it vanished between your legs. Confirming our suspicions, the cool silicone glided easily between your drenched lips before I pushed the bulk of it inside of you.

You braced for what was coming next as you watched me withdraw my phone, turn down the brightness, and open the app. You clenched your teeth and the nails from your hand bit into the firm muscle of my forearm as the first tingle of vibrations surged through you. My thumb slid across the phone screen, varying the intensity of the vibrations, making you squirm in your seat. I thought for a moment that your nails would draw blood when I pushed the control to maximum and quickly pulsed it there in syncopated rhythm. The thought that you actually might be both scary and exciting at once.

Your body tensed and relaxed in alignment with my adjusting of the pulses. I could not help but imagine my now throbbing cock mimicking the sensations inside you as I made the toy edge you closer and closer to cumming. But that would come later when we were home. Even though you wanted physical contact with me, you released my arm and transferred your frustrations to the arm of the seat as though you were also afraid of marking me with red. I wanted to applaud your constraint of being quiet, knowing that we both love the free expression of our pleasure in vocalizations of moans and growls - words and sighs. Some did escape through gritted teeth, but you timed it well with either dialogue or music from the movie. When the scene before us moved to a sexual nature, you lost it, your moans of orgasm blending perfectly in time with that of the actors. Nice cover. But when we get home, there will be no need for restraint, on the free release of the passion that, despite your cumming, was just the beginning. I didn't put away my phone until the closing credits made it necessary to return the adjustments of your clothes to a state that would not alert or alarm the other leaving patrons. But from your trembling thighs at having cum multiple times, I knew it best to wait until most had left the theater before you rose into a shaky stance.

Ahh, the ride home would seem like forever, but the time will definitely be rewarded.

The New Guy

“Well, and who is this,” I said, spying the handsome guy sitting alone along the wall at the coffee shop. He lowered his steaming cup long enough to look up from his Kindle and glance around the room. Our eyes met briefly. Briefly, because the instant it happened, his eyes jerked back to his eReader as though he would forever lose his place in whatever book he was reading. I was taken aback. Rejection is one thing, but revulsion? At seeing me? Intolerable! Not that I'm the most beautiful girl on campus, nor the sexiest, but damn, that reaction was totally unknown by me.

Even though his head had corrected position with incalculable speed, not one hair had moved out of place that framed that perfectly sculptured face, each feature looking like it was chiseled by a Medival grand master himself. He quickly took another sip of his cup as though to mask a bit of embarrasment at his reaction. My friend interrupted my thoughts.

“Oh, him. He's the transfer from the college across town. You might as well give up on him. In spite of his ruggedly handsome looks, and body to match, I've never seen so shy a guy in my life! I wonder who hurt him so that he's like that. Everyone in our friend group has taken their shot at him, and nothing. Zippo, nada, zero, nothing.” She was visibly disappointed as she delivered her brief bio and history. The way she would wring her hands and then cup her chin with them left nothing to the imagination of what she thought of him. Her eyes almost watered as her gaze seemed to freeze on him the whole time she was talking.

She was so lost in her thoughts by the time she finished that she didn't even hear what I said as I started to rise from my seat. “Wait, what...what did you say?” her eyes wide from being pulled from her sky-high daydream.

“I said, 'Challenge accepted!'” as I lifted my half emptied cup and headed boldly toward his table. I could hear her whispered protests as I left. Normally she would be encouraging me, but in this instance, I think she wanted me to fail, not out of jealousy, but knowing if I succeeded, there would be no chance for her.

His eyes never left his Kindle as I not only pulled up a chair, but drew it close to his. I took a seat without asking permission. He stiffened in in his seat but the die was cast – he couldn't be rude as deny me the place, though the cafe was only half full. Obviously, my choice of seats was intentional, but as I hoped, his shyness prevented him from refusing me access to his table.

“Hi, my name is Rachel. You must be new, I've never seen you around campus before and it's far from what anyone would call “extensive.”

There was a barely perceptible tremor in his voice as he responded flatly, “Yes, I just transferred in from across town. My name is Jake.”

“Nice to meet you, Jake. Are you reading for pleasure or assignment?"

“Assignment, for sure. The semester is one third over and I have never read this book before.” He spoke quickly, hoping that his answers would satisfy me and that I'd finish my coffee and leave him alone. I glance over at my friend. There was an uncomfortable mixture of envy and spite that I had been so bold. Yet, it only enboldened me to break through this frozen exterier and make use of this handsome guy. “And I haven't had time for socializing while trying to catch up.”

“Well, you know what they say, 'All work and no play...' “ I said wryly as I reached across his lap for sweetner on his side of the table. My full breast pressed into his thigh as I leaned heavily on him. He stiffened again, any sign of comfort obliterated in a single action. I smiled on my inside, enjoying the torture. It was obvious that my thin Spring top shielded no bra as I was pressed against him. His nerves were on full display as he nearly choked on the coffee that filled his mouth.

“Oh, I'm sorry. I know I could have asked you to reach it for me, but I didn't want to break your concentration. I know what it is like to be behind. But I'll tell you a secret,” I said, leaning into his side, pressing my boobs against his arm, I whispered into his ear, “I have access to the summary and sample reports on what you're reading that would free up some time for you.” I could have left it at that. His discomfort was palpible, but I pressed my luck. I placed my hand lightly on his thigh under the table, stroking it methodically, but gently. Were those beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead in this highly air-conditioned room?

“I – I...,” he stuttered. “I need to do it this way. It's the only way I can retain the information.”

“Oh, but if you took the short cut, you'd have so much more time for me to show you the more fun aspects of our campus life.” I gave his thigh a small squeeze and he stiffened again. Letting my hand slide to his upper thigh and then across his crotch, I discovered that it wasn't only his upper body that had stiffened at my touch. I pressed on. “Our administration goes all out to make cmapus activities that will satisfy us so that we won't go into town seeking entertainment. It didn't start out that way, but the surrounding neighborhoods are less than desirable. But we manage to make the best of what is at hand,” my hand sliding along the bulge in his pants. I was quite pleased to discover that the required strokes to reach his length matched the perfection of his face and form. His cock jumped and pulsed under my touch. It obviousl brought an embarrassed flush to his cheeks, but he did not push me away.

“In fact," I continued, "you wouldn't have to go very far at all to find everything you could possibly want.” I let a slight smile grace my face to match the glint in my eye. His eyes shifted nervously to mine, acknowledging that he knew exactly what I meant. My fingers closed around the bulge now and I actively gripped him through his shorts, varying the pressure and speed with which I played with his cock. I smiled again as I could sense him tensing the cheeks of his ass to give tiny but effective thrust against my hand. Encouraged, I attacked him with more determined energy while not missing a beat on my verbal tour of campus life possibilities.

His breathing became noticibly raspy and his nods of acknowledment of what I was telling him became more than responding to our conversation. I could feel him start to throb and pulse, looked over at my friend who by now was well aware what I was doing. Suddenly he, gripped his coffee cup so tightly that the lip popped off and a bit of the coffee spilled onto his pants. Less from the hot coffee and more from the shock of what had just happened, he managed to grab a few napkins and dabbed at the growning stain on his pants. Of course, it wasn't all from the coffee. I got the impression that he was grateful for the disguise it provided. Looking at his expression, I wondered if he had actually done it on purpose for that reason.

“So sorry, about the spill. But here,” I said, tapping my phone to his as it lay on the table next to his eReader. “I've transferred my contact info to your phone. If you find that you have some free time come up, give me a ring.”

I turned and made my way back to my table. I could feel the heat of his eyes on my ass as I left and knew he would be scrambling to find that summary. I smiled in victory at my friend, who was flushed with jealousy and encouragement. After all, a victory for me also means an opportunity for her.

I'd love tofill my hands with your sweet ass while you hoover above my mouth, dripping your juices onto my tongue, hesitating in anticipation of my devouring every drop that you produce.

i could think of nothing i want more than this rn. i would kill to ride someone’s face and not stop til i’m a moaning shaking mess, coming all over their tongue while they hold me down with their hands on my hips