Wednesday ~~
The morning light fell through the window onto the ground, casting a bright glow into our dorm room. The room was warm and bright under the morning sun.
I lay in bed, looking at the ceiling. The speckled tiles gazed down at me with judgement. At least, it felt like it. I looked over to my blue cross. At some point that day, Frank would have a surprise for me. It didn't happen right when I woke up like she said it might. My stomach was full of butterflies. I couldn't believe how nervous I was about this surprise. What was it?
I thought about the night before. Sucking David's cock. I could almost feel it pulsating in my mouth, hear his moans at my touch. I envisioned Frank's pussy gripping his dick as she fucked him and found myself jealous of her. I wanted to do the things she did, wanted to command in the bedroom. But I enjoyed being Mistress' slave as well. I wasn't sure what to do about my feelings. My desires. I wasn't sure if I could speak about them with Mistress or not.
I looked over to Frank's bed. It was empty and made. She had left early that morning to study. She was one of the hardest working, busiest people I had ever met. She worked at the club two to three nights a week. Then, she had her studies, which she took very seriously. And she made a point of fulfilling her sexual desires as much as possible. I was...intimidated by her. She was a very strong person. I wanted to emulate her.
Getting ready, I saw a choker necklace of hers sitting out. I looked to the door, then, grabbed it. Walking to my mirror, I held the choker up to my neck to see what it might look like. What I might look like if I were her.
It didn't match me, I thought. It looked out of place. I looked like an imposter. I sighed a little and set the choker back. It would take time, I told myself. But I could get there. One day.
There were several cafeterias dotted throughout the sprawling campus. Some were connected to residence halls, while others were stand-alone buildings. All of them were open to anyone with money. Each had their own reputation for quality. My favorite hadn't been chosen yet, but Frank's had. She told me, the first day I met her, "Moffat Cafeteria is the best." So, I had been going there ever since.
Moffat was the largest on campus and therefore had the largest selection. It was also the busiest. There was plenty of space, including nice, secluded places to study in near quiet. I planned on going to one of those as the thought of being around hundreds of rowdy people at 6:30 in the morning didn't appeal to me.
I grabbed a tray, silverware and napkins before walking through the aisles of food. Workers stood at the ready to serve whatever was asked for. I stopped at a waffle station and ordered a fresh waffle. Then, I poured some coffee and a picked out a bowl of fruit.
Walking to a secluded area, I picked a table out of the way. When I got to it, I was surprised to find there was someone already stashed away there.
"Fancy finding you here," Frank said.
"You're studying at Moffat?" I asked, setting my tray down across from her and sitting down.
"It's surprisingly calming here," she noted. We sat in silence for a moment before she spoke. "You should eat me out," Frank commanded, quite suddenly.
"Here?" I squeaked, surprised. After a moment of considering this, I asked, "Is this the surprise?"
"No," she laughed, looking around. "Listen, we're in the corner. I'm faced away from everyone. No one will be able to see you."
She scooted to the edge of the high-backed booth. Leaning forward, she took a bite of strawberry from my fruit bowl and said, "I'm not wearing any panties." The light was dim in this area. She was right. No one would see anything over here. They had specifically designed it so people could come and concentrate on their meal in peace.
Well, I thought, that's what I was going to do.
Slipping under the table, I made my way around the metal frame and spread Frank's legs. I heard her open a book and start turning a few pages. She was studying? I pushed her skirt up and saw her freshly shaven pussy. She was glistening with wetness. I leaned forward and licked her from her hole to her clit, slowly. I could hear a small moan from above the table, then silence. She would have to be quieter than that for this to work.
I set my hands on her thighs and started to work on her clit with my tongue. She kept silent, turning a page now and then. I could hear her hand shake a little, the page quivering as she changed it. What would she do when she came? I wondered, sucking on her clit, two fingers sliding in and out.
I felt something rumbling near my head and I realized Frank was moving the table away from her so she could see the front of my head. She moved it enough to see half of my head, then leaned back in the booth, keeping her ass on the edge for me. Letting her hand run through my hair, she sighed, long and low.
"Good Kitten," she said.
I leaned into her touch, her compliments, and put my all into pleasuring her.
It was then two lithe legs in dark wash jeans appeared beside me, complimented by black boots with skull buckles. I froze, looking up to see a man sitting next to Frank. He wore a grey v-neck. His hair was perfectly styled, short. He had smudged eyeliner and shadow around his eyes.
"So," the man said, looking first at Frank, who was wide-eyed and unsure of what to do next. "What's your guys' major?" he finished, looking down to me. My tongue was still on Frank's clit. I didn't know what to do. Was this it? Were we going to jail? When neither of us spoke, he commented. "I'm a Theatre major, myself."
"Are you going to turn us in?" Frank asked. I pulled my tongue back into my mouth and the man held a hand out to me.
"No need to stop," he said with a smile. "I came for the show. I was sitting," He gestured to the seat Frank was leaning on, "right back there. In the booth behind you two lovely ladies. And I couldn't help but hear moaning and paper shaking and... "Good Kitten?" His smile widened. "Then there was the whole 'eat me out' part."
"You're not turning us in?" I said.
"I just wanna watch." He paused for a second. "Whether you let me watch or not...I'm not turning you in. You don't have to worry."
Frank held her index finger out and instructed him to come closer to her. When he did, she kissed him. He kissed her back, passionately, his tongue entering her mouth. I stared, awkwardly, wanting to participate.
When they were done, Frank looked down to me. "Back to your duties, slut."
I immediately dove into my meal.
I could hear Frank speaking above me. "Would you like some?"
"Oh, I'll have a bite," the man said. "My name's Jake, by the way," his voice was nearly taken over by the sound of my plate being pulled across the table. I could hear him start to cut through my waffle with a knife and fork.
"Frank."
Jake looked down to me. We made eye contact for a moment, and, blushing, I looked away, continuing to softly lick and suck her clit.
