Strangely, both Andy and Andrea, and Nicole and Nick feigned fatigue when they arrived home, and all retired early.
The next day when Andrea and Nick saw each other in class, they smiled at each other as though sharing some secret no one else knew, and were drawn to sit next to one another. Class started before they could exchange words, but they did steal glances at each other throughout the professor's lecture.
Afterward, both were slow to exit the classroom as though working up the nerve to speak. Finally, they simultaneously blurted out, "Want to—" and then they laughed over stuttering the same words.
Being the gentleman, Nick said, "You were saying?"
Clearing her throat, Andrea said, "I was just wondering if you wanted to get some coffee."
"I thought you'd never ask."
She was taken aback by that statement.
"Sorry bad joke. Believe it or not, I was going to ask the same thing."
"Really?" He had actually taken her by surprise. But she quickly recovered. "Then what are we waiting for?"
Java's in hand and seated at a table in the coffee shop in the student union, the two regarded one another for a minute to see who would speak first.
"So, normally, in a situation like this, one person speaks and then the other responds," Andrea said, somewhat smartly.
Nick shrugged. "So, you get the prize for going first."
"And you second."
Now, they laughed.
Finally, Andrea asked, "So, was it awkward last night discovering that not only do our parents know each other, but because they're both in therapy?"
"Not really. It's good to know my mother is not alone."
Becoming serious, Andrea agreed. "So, it's interesting that your mom and my dad were the only two to
complete their assignment
, and we have class together and we both got pizza on the same night and all decided to go to the same restaurant on the same night."
"Too many coincidences?"
"No. Maybe it's an omen."
"What are you suggesting?"
She shrugged. "My dad said we should date."
"My mom said the same thing. I always listen to my mom."
"You do? Well, aren't you a good boy."
"I try to be. You seeing anyone?"
"No. You?"
"No. You doing anything the rest of the day?"
"Have to study for the test tomorrow."
"Want to hang around for a while."
"Okay. But not here."
"Let's go."
His car was closest, so they got in and drove around the campus. He passed a little used parking lot on the far side of the campus that was somewhat secluded.
"Pull in there," Andrea suggested.
Nick parked in the farthest corner. They spent the time talking about their lives and the parents that abandoned them.
Despite what she had told her father on their drive home the night before about not wanting to get involved with anyone, spending this time with Nick emphasized the point her dad had been trying to make to her. She found herself quite enamored of her fellow student. She even found him sexually attractive, and the more they talked with that thought in the back of her mind, she found herself becoming aroused. Without really thinking about what she was doing, she casually reached over and rubbed her palm against his crotch. He swung his head sharply to her at first, but made no attempt to stop her. A lump grew quickly. She liked the size of him, at least, what she could feel through his jeans. When she felt his dick pulse, she decided she wanted more.
Casually, Andrea unzipped his pants and reached in. She got a better grasp, but there was no way she could wrestle it out as hard as he was. It was difficult to use two hands to undo his belt and pants, so she said, "A little help, please."
Nick scanned the outside of the car. Seeing no one around, he quickly undid his pants and belt.
Andrea snaked her hand under the waistband of his jockeys and was finally able to grasp his bare cock. It was indeed a nice size. She lifted it up forcing it above the waistband so she could see it. "Nice," she commented. Then she started jerking it. There was already a dollop of pre-cum beginning to ooze. "Push your pants down."
Raising his rear up, he complied.
With her fingers still wrapped around Nick's shaft, Andrea used her thumb to smear the clear liquid around the crown. Continuing to stroke him, she rotated her body, knelt on the seat, bent over the center console and swooped her head down until her lips made contact with the head.
That elicited a groan from him.
But instead of just sliding her lips up and down his shaft like a bobbing head, she slowly licked the underside of his shaft from bottom to top. Occasionally at the top, she would run the tip of her tongue in circles around the circumcision area. He shivered the first time she did that. She also ran her tongue all around the head, lapping up the drops of pre-cum that kept bubbling out. She repeated all of these things, but picked up the tempo slightly. His breathing began to quicken and she knew he was getting close, but to heighten his anticipation, she maintained a moderate pace of licking his rod and twirling her tongue. His cock started pulsing and without warning it started oozing globs of pearly white cream that rolled down his shaft like wax on a candle. Some of it dripped on her face, yet she continued to lick, cleaning him off. Some of it was clinging to her cheeks, and when she finally pulled back, Nick used his forefinger to scoop it off. She then licked it off.
"Where'd you learn to do that?" Nick asked excitedly, still with labored breathing.
"A lady doesn't reveal those things," Andrea said mimicking her best southern accent.
With a grin and a nod, Nick pulled up his pants and put himself back together.
"What are you doing?"
"Your turn."
"And just how do you plan to accomplish that?"
"I'm not without skills or resources." Once again, Nick scanned the parking lot. As before there was no activity so he exited his car, walked around, and opened Andrea's door. She got out, assuming that's what he expected. He then lifted the latch that caused the back of her seat to fall forward to access the rear seat. With a sweep of his hand, he gestured her to get back in. She complied. He then walked back around, performing the same maneuvers and joining her in back.
Curiously, Nick did not retract the back of the seats. He pulled Andrea up and turned around, leaning her against the reclining back of the front seat. He sat where she was sitting, undid her pants and pulled them down and off one leg, then lifted her legs to straddle his and rested her butt in his lap. Her pussy was wide open for his dining pleasure.
Andrea let her head fall back on the seat back when his talented tongue went to work on her. He hit all of the right spots with his tongue and assistance from his fingers. What was just as amazing was this makeshift cradle. Had Nick done this before? Now was not the time to ask; particularly because what he was doing felt so good she couldn't concentrate on anything else.
Her head felt like it would explode when he sucked her clit. At the same time he inserted two fingers into her pussy, then three. It wasn't quite as good as a penis, but it was the next best thing. Then he took a cue from her notebook and just started licking, rolling his tongue around her button. He even dipped down to her perineum. She didn't know how much longer she could last, and to her surprise, she didn't. She came with a slow build-up, but it lasted a long time; much longer than the explosive orgasms she had been having with her dad.
"Wow! Where did
you
learn to do
that
?"
Nick merely grinned. He quoted her dad. "It isn't the kind of thing a gentleman discusses."
They both laughed.
"I guess we shouldn't tell our parents about this," Nick surmised.
