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.
Amber, seeing Lesley's interest, removed her hoodie and raised her shirt, tossing the remainder of her garments off.
"Amber! It's too cold! You'll get sick."
"So peel off and keep me warm." Amber moaned as she penetrated herself further.
.... Lesley undressed, without a dance, swift and intent upon warming herself with Amber's body.
Amber placed a mallet in front of her. Pointing, she repeatedly signaled Lesley to sit on it. "Come on. Together."
"...." Lesley wanted to. She'd been wanting Amber all day. But, really, a mallet? Her lips twisted.... "Fine. But don't hurt me."
"Have I ever hurt you?" Amber asked, surprised.
"No.... It's just... it's a mallet. It hammers things...."
"That's the point. It hammers things, and now we're hammering it.
Gently, of course." Amber said.
Holding the mallet in place, Amber cautiously helped Lesley onto the handle. Lesley had never had something quite so big in her before. Hard, yes, but not thick. Amber circled and stroked Lesley's clit, while licking and sucking Lesley's lips. With her breath and tongue, she traced Lesley's jaw, neck, shoulders. "Mmmm, I love your shoulders, Lesley. So fucking hot." Amber moaned against
Lesley's skin.
Lesley slowly came onto the mallet while Amber stimulated her readiness. The two pressed and bucked into one another's torso's.
"I'm ready," she said.
"No, you're not." Amber said. "A little longer."
Their wetness increased. Lesley began to whimper.
"Not yet. Hold it."