CLICK, LATCH, CREeeaaaAK.
Lesley followed Amber into the abysmal shadows of WoodShop. As Amber focused on packing her Student Assistant keys in the front pocket of her backpack, Lesley anxiously peered over her shoulder. Classroom utensils were put away. Chairs stacked atop tables. Drill chords rolled and wire-wrapped.
"Why are we in here? I thought we were escaping Acoustical Physics. You know leave class, not go to other class." Lesley whispered.
"We're in college. You want to have fun right?"
"But WoodShop? Of all the places to skip class, why go to WoodShop?"
"Because there's something I've always wanted to try."
"And we can only do it here?" Lesley whined against the chill of the room.
Amber stared sternly at Lesley. Her bossiness took control. "Grab the mallets."
"Fine." Lesley said, easy to pushover and over-willing to be easy. "How many?"
"As many as you want." Amber said. She ducked into the tool room and grabbed a lamp while Lesley grabbed four mallets from a cabinet.
Amber rushed back into the room bubbling with excitement. She plopped onto her rear, switching the lamp on and digging into her pocket.
"Now what?" Lesley asked.
"Come here, silly!" Amber's voice peaked a little.
"Sh! Calm down. Someone will hear us." Lesley whispered.
Amber bit her lip. Her alluring expression befuddled Lesley as she stumbled to sit opposite Amber.
Lesley frowned at the crackling noise of whatever Amber pulled from her sweatshirt. The room was freezing!
"Are those candy wrappers?" Lesley asked, trying to see what Amber was holding.
"Mine!" Amber winked, retracting the mystery in her palms.
RIP.
"Amber!"
"What?!" Amber said, enticingly coy.
"Condoms! Really, Amber?"
Amber leaned forward and pecked Lesley's lips. "Of course." She winked and giggled as she 'dressed' the mallets' handles. "Really Lesley? Four? Mmmm." She laughed and licked her lips.
Lesley sat bewildered. She was pretty sure her jaw dropped enough she drooled.
Amber stood before Lesley's face, dancing as she removed her shoes, socks and pants.
"Amber! It's too cold!"
"Good! More titillating!"
Lesley blushed, voice caught in awe. Amber was incredibly beautiful. "...."
"Don't be a pussy Lesley."
"...."
"Fine. If you don't want to do it, you can watch." Amber smirked.
She tossed her underwear at Lesley's face, who blushed. Taking the tip of the covered mallet, Amber slowly sat her wet pussy on it, coming on and off, pressing slightly, squeezing, backing out, pushing more, adjusting to its girth at her pace of pleasure.
Lesley wanted to remove Amber's top, but she knew it was too cold.