The Coffee Joint

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*** Sandy ***

Sandy walked into the coffee shop that was located a little uptown from campus. This location catered to a thriving drive-through business, but the lobby was usually quiet and relatively empty. She and her friends often came here to study and unwind after a long week of classes.

Upon entering, she looked around and found her two friends, Laila and Mike, already set up in the back tables, and headed over. She was in the mood to celebrate the upcoming break and today's agenda was to relax together before they each headed out of town for the week.

As she started in their direction, she had an unobstructed view of Mike's back and Laila's laughing face as she reacted to something Mike was saying. Laila's laughter and accompanying smile were mesmerizing. While Sandy was definitely hetero, being around Laila made her want to be bi. She was so beautiful.

Laila was average height, but everything about her was long and lean. Her skin was the most beautiful shade of a dark Cafe au Lait, her hair kinky and bleached into a platinum Afro, her breasts small and pert, her legs deserving of a sprinter or runway model, and an ass that knew no sag. She used her beauty shamelessly to get what she wanted, but never seemed mean about it and when your mind finally stopped seeing her for her outer beauty, her inner intelligence and heart won you over. Laila was a Criminal Justice major and if a modeling company didn't discover her on this backwater campus, she would soon be entering the world of forensic science, hiding all of her assets behind a lab coat while solving crimes. Today she had bunched her hair into two circular puff balls, which combined with her smile, bubbly laughter, and the glossy sheen of her lips, made her look young and innocent and simultaneously up-to-no-good.

Sandy watched Mike reach across the table and pick up Laila's phone, pulling it back to his side. In the process, he caught her approach in the corner of his eye and smiling, stood and gave her a quick side-hug as she settled into the bench side of the table, sitting next to Laila, turning a little to get them both in her field of vision.

Mike was a big guy, an easy 6'4", and built like a bear. He was gentle - more like a teddy bear - but you never doubted you were safe when in his company. There was something hiding behind his gentle nature and easy smile that was hard and hinted at an intensity that he didn't often let out. Most guys left the girls alone when they went out together.

Today he was wearing a pair of cargo shorts and a loose T-shirt that periodically outlined his biceps and pectorals as he moved in his seat. He was leaning back in his chair, legs spread wide and a large, iced coffee in front of him. He didn't fit the stereotype of an IT nerd, but Mike was getting his degree in Computer Science and spent most of his time in front of a computer staring at a dark screen with white text on it. Somehow, he managed to balance his time in the chair with his time playing whatever sport his classmates were up to. Most often these days, when she spotted him across campus, he was throwing a frisbee around with some of his Ultimate Frisbee "brothers."

She knew Mike was also in love with both of them - each in a separate way. He was always a gentlemen with them, but Sandy watched his eyes when he wasn't looking and could tell that nothing about either of them would ever pass his notice - not the tight pull of t-shirt across breasts, or the innocent dangle of a flip flop off of manicured toes, or the way their jeans cupped their curves as they walked away. In addition to the way she felt when he looked at her - seeing everything - she loved the fierce protectiveness he displayed if he felt they were being taken advantage of. Mike grew up with three sisters who threatened him daily with punishment if he ever strayed from the path of honor and devotion towards women. He also clearly struggled as his gentlemanly nature conflicted with his sexual attraction. Both girls pretended not to notice his pained observations and gentlemanly gestures and often flaunted themselves in front of him in an attempt to determine his breaking point.

At one point, two weeks ago, as finals for the semester were just getting started, they had gone clubbing and ended up asking him to pretend to be their date due to the unwanted attention of a group of boys that were getting a little too handsy on the dance floor. He left his friends and danced with them both, eventually getting sandwiched between them in a dance floor grind that almost found Sandy's breaking point - Mike was big all over and feeling him grind on her backside as his big hands held her hips had almost tipped her over to acknowledging her need for him to touch her more. She ended the evening alone, reliving the feeling and wished-for continuation while touching herself.

Both Laila and Mike seemed in good moods and they all chit chatted about school and the upcoming vacation for a bit. Mike had a goofy smile on his face and seemed a little distracted and Laila was glowing a little brighter than normal.

Sandy could tell that Laila was "on." Sandy had categories for some of Laila's moods - sometimes she was pouty, sometimes a chatter-bug, sometimes focused, and sometimes "on." Sandy observed Laila as she sat on the bench, catty-corner to her and across from Mike. Laila was wearing a pair of flip flops, sweatpants, and a tank top over a sports bra. The sports bra did little to hide her nipples that were so hard they poked into the outer layer of tank top. Sandy found Laila's nipples so sexy - they often made an appearance when they were out dancing (Laila in a thin satiny top and braless) or relaxing at one of their dorms before watching a movie (soft cotton wife-beater cupping her breasts). Those nipples usually preceded a more risqué conversation or daring adventure - Laila had a high libido and often led the three of them on higher and higher levels of double entendre and barely hidden flirting hidden as conversation. Laila was an expert at getting Mike wound up and watching him stammer and stumble over his replies was fun for them both.

As they chatted, Sandy watched as Laila and Mike kept passing her phone back and forth, and Laila, sitting crisscross-applesauce on the bench she shared with Sandy, kept squirming in her seat like she couldn't get comfortable.

After another exchange of Laila passing over her phone, Mike playing with it, Laila squirming and then him passing it back, Sandy reached over and gently put her hand down on the phone as it passed between the two of them, trapping it between the table and Laila's reaching grasp.

"What's going on?" She asks, first looking at Mike and then Laila. Mike smiled and looked at Laila with a questioning raise of his eyebrow, and Laila smiled widely and stated, "I was wondering how long it would take before you noticed!"

That wide smile and more-than-friendly tone pierced Sandy through to her core. Everything went silent in Sandy's head for a second except for the inner part of her that was whispering "Oh my god, she is beautiful." Eventually, her body figured out how to breathe again and, betraying her thoughts, she blushed uncontrollably. She stuttered a reply "What? What am I noticing?"

Laila smiled again at her, glanced to Mike and then back, before lifting her trapped hand on the phone and letting Sandy pull it over to herself. Sandy looked at the screen, expecting some social media page, perhaps with a daring meme or video, but instead saw an open app. She didn't recognize the app, but did see some slider bars, dials and buttons available.

She wasn't sure what she was looking at, thinking it might be a game or something. She looked to Mike who just sat there blushing, before looking back to Laila. "I don't get it..."

Laila reached out and pulled the phone back to her side of the table and then grabbed Sandy's hand to pull her along the bench, closer, now sitting shoulder to shoulder with Laila.

As Sandy settled into this new position, Laila continued to hold her hand in her lap. She then reached out with her other hand, pressing a button on the phone screen while simultaneously pressing Sandy's hand in and down to her groin.

Sandy jumped a little as she felt the vibration coming through the sweatpants of Laila's crotch and suddenly understood the game her two friends were playing: Laila was wearing a remote-controlled vibrator, and she was allowing Mike to experiment with the buttons...

Sandy looked to Mike and suddenly understood his goofy grin. She looked to Laila, noting again her hard nipples and overbright smile. This was beyond anything they had done together as a group and seemed to be a natural escalation of the sexual tension that had played underneath their conversations over the past two weeks. Laila, as usual, was up to no good and Sandy couldn't argue with the direction things had gone - she too wanted to play and watch as Laila found her new limits.

As understanding settled on Sandy's face, she authoritatively reached out, taking the phone, turned to look Laila straight on, and used both hands to fiddle with the app's settings. She played with pulses and strength, pressing buttons, and watching Laila squirm, until she had a setting that oscillated quick-quick-long-long that had Laila blushing furiously and squirming in her chair like she was on a hot seat.

Both Mike and Sandy watched as Laila got more and more agitated, sweat broke out on her upper lip and her body was paralyzed from the waist up. Laila looked to Sandy with a pleading look on her face. Sandy reached down to her crotch and deftly pushed down and in on the device through her sweatpants, and with this last added stimulation Laila gripped the table in front of her, growing stiffer and stiffer in her seat, holding her breath until, like a crashing wave, her orgasm poured through her. Her legs clamped together, and she tilted to the side falling into the shoulder and embrace of Sandy as she gasped through wave after wave of orgasm.

Sandy turned off the device with one hand and held her friend with the other. Anyone watching would have misinterpreted the exchange as a friend sobbing into the shoulder of another. A minute went by before Laila slowly sat back up and another minute went by before she could look her friends in the face, smile, pick up her coffee and comment "Oh boy, this coffee is good". Both Mike and Sandy cracked up laughing and all three friends took a pause as they released all the tension from the past five minutes.

*** Laila

Once the tremors from her orgasm and the aftermath passed, and they were able to sit without giggling, Laila looked around the table and watched her friends.

Laila had watched and waited for Sandy's arrival. Sandy was her best friend, her opposite and the recent occupant of some late-night fantasies. She saw her come in and posed with a huge smile on her face for Mike, including the giggle and energy that she knew that Sandy loved. She saw the hesitation as Sandy saw the couple and the determined look in her eyes when she strode up to the table.

Sandy was currently sitting up straight on her side of the bench, her knees together, hands in her lap. Sandy always came across as a little high-strung. She had platinum blonde hair and was always dressed like she was going to Sunday service. She was studying Biology and Nutrition and came across as very attentive and studious. Thinking back to some of their late-night escapades, Laila knew otherwise - she had seen Sandy let their hair down and relax. As high strung as Sandy was during the day, in private she let loose with a vengeance, often pushing Laila to new experiences with some of the recreational drugs that were always around the campus. You would never know it by looking at her, but Sandy had an appetite to let loose with a little Molly here or a little snort there... an appetite that her straight family would never approve of. Laila always wondered if the rigid persona she displayed during the day needed a relief and release at night.

Sandy preferred skirts and blouses, or like today, a sundress that hung down just above her knees. She had the palest skin and the combination of her platinum blond hair, her pale skin and her penchant for virginal white dresses made her look like God had dipped her in sunlight and goodness. Laila loved to compare themselves in her head, light and dark, tight and loose, quiet and loud, pure and debauched.

The contrasts filled Laila's mind like song and she often made it a point to touch Sandy's arm or shoulder, grab her hand to get her attention, or stretch her long legs over Sandy's when they were watching a movie on the couch - all the while relishing the contrasts the two made. Laila liked to watch the white of Sandy when highlighted by the brown of her own skin. She liked the casual ease of her own dress when compared to the controlled style of Sandy - opposites were beautiful.

As composed as Sandy normally was, she had a wild side that surprised Laila on occasion. She felt that when Sandy took the lead and pushed the two of them into some plan of hers, that Laila was obligated to balance her with pretend shyness. When Sandy was controlled and demure, Laila felt brazen and rash. She was in a constant state of watching Sandy and creating the contrast that she felt defined their relationship.

As straight and controlled as Sandy tried to seem today, Laila could tell that she was massively turned on. She didn't think that Sandy ever noticed, but the more turned on she got, the more a blush would rise from her chest and chase up her neck. She was bright red today, her breathing heavy and her eyes dilated to giant saucers. Sandy was clasping her hands together in her lap like she was afraid that if she let go, she'd reach out and touch Laila again.

Laila turned and looked at Mike who sat there like a kid in a candy shop, a stupid grin on his face as he glanced first at Laila, then at Sandy. Laila knew that he saw the same thing she did, Sandy was vibrating more than she ever had before. He was sitting back in his chair, manspreading, legs far apart and his cargo shorts tight across his front.

Laila knew that the cargo shorts that Mike had on were intended to hide the erection that had started before Sandy arrived and throbbed when she had tipped over the edge of orgasm as he watched. Mike tried to hide his attraction to them both, but he also was oblivious to the noticeable bulge his cock made as it swelled, rising up his pant leg to nestle in the crook of thigh and hip. Laila didn't miss it. She knew that his wide leg stance was intended to give it room and cover, but occasionally, Mike would unconsciously reach down and press on it through his napkin in an attempt to situate it less noticeably.

Laila looked back at Sandy, who suddenly stood, stating "I'd like to try the coffee too!". This last statement was directed at Laila with an eyebrow cocked in query. Laila smiled in response and they both got up from the table, holding hands and heading to the unisex bathroom located in the back of the store behind a screen of bookshelves.

Once inside, Laila locked the door and backed up to the sink, hooking her fingers into the sides of her sweatpants and unceremoniously pulling them down to her knees.

Sandy stared at the spare panties, red silk against dark skin and noticed the magnet attached to the outside of the material. Laila reached down and tilted her undies to show both inside and out - magnet on the outside, device attached on the inside, slim and black and wet with arousal. Laila removed the two pieces, showing how the magnetic piece kept the inner piece in place.

"Oh my god, I am so fucking wet." With the device in one hand, she reached down with the other and cupped her sex, pulling her fingers up and through her wet slit, coating her palm and fingers with her excitement before pulling them out and shoving them into Sandy's face for review.

Sandy thought the viscous coating on Laila's fingers and the musky smell of her excitement was one of the sexiest things she had ever experienced. She swooned a little, smiled, and helped Laila wipe it off with the paper towels by the sink. Once cleaned up, Sandy swapped places with Laila, pulled her pants and undies down in one fell swoop and then took the device from Laila.

Laila looked at Sandy's exposed pussy for the very first time ever. They had spent plenty of time with each other, sometimes very scantily clad, but Laila had never seen Sandy's pussy - or even her exposed nipples. She liked what she saw, her friends close cropped landing strip of pale blonde hair leading to an engorged clitoral hood and outer labia. She noticed Sandy's coloring when excited was the same as the blush that had crowded up her chest and painted her cheeks. She noticed the slickness of her slit and the scent of her arousal pouring from between her legs.

Laila looked up into Sandy's face and saw the slightly worried look on it. She smiled with her eyes and lips and watched as Sandy's insecurity melted at the obvious pleasure and approval that Laila was expressing.

"So, where does it sit?" Sandy asked. Laila knelt in front of her and reached up with one hand, palm out and thumb down, and said, "It nestles right in here...." As she said "here", she pushed her thumb below the clit and into the upper slit, pulling up to put pressure on both in demonstration for the proper placement. Sandy froze as if paralyzed at the touch.

"But... it will help if you are a little wet." Laila continued. She looked up at Sandy, pulling her thumb up out of the slit and pressing on the clit as she leaned forward, lapping her tongue from the bottom to the top of Sandy's slit. Sandy, at a loss for words, grunted again into the small room and stared down at Laila as she pulled back from her tonguing. As Laila stared up at Sandy and maintained eye contact, she leaned in again and Sandy raised up on tiptoes as Laila licked again, slowly and then two more times, each time a slow languid delectation of Sandy's intimate taste and aroma, her thumb still pressed up and in on Sandy's clit, each time maintaining eye contact.

Laila had been dreaming of this moment for weeks. She had been waking up, horny as a devil and imagining Sandy's eyes looking down on her as she brought her pleasure. There were times as they watched movies, Laila's head propped on Sandy's lap, that she imagined that she could smell her arousal and could almost taste her most intimate essence. As wet as Laila was before from the toy, she was practically gushing as she pressed on Sandy's clit and lapped up her excitement.

At the third slow lick Sandy unclenched her hand from the sink where she had been holding herself up and gently tapped Laila on the top of the head while giggling "Ok, ok, that's enough... that's enough".

Laila leaned back and watched as Sandy nestled the device in the indicated and recently lubricated location while Laila pulled up her underwear and helped Sandy attach the magnet that would keep the device in place.

Sandy pulled up her sweatpants and as they turn towards the door, she reached out and placed a hand on Laila's shoulder, turning her slightly back "Thank you for that". Laila smiled like a she-devil, opened the door and heading out responded "Any time!"

*** Mike

Mike watched the girls as they disappeared into the bathroom and used the opportunity to adjust himself. His cock ached and had gotten tangled in his underwear. He dipped his hand into his shorts and adjusted the length of himself again against the crook created by his thigh and waist.