"Do it!" Christina husked out, not even caring that some other girl on her floor could totally hear us. In fact, it almost looked and sounded like she was hoping the other girl was. ”Come inside me, Mr. Weaver! Fill me up! Shoot your cum right up inside of my tight little pussy, baby!”
And with that, I lost it. I roared, not giving a shit who listening as I felt the cum explode out the head of my cock. I slammed in deep as I felt her clench down tight on me and let out a long, wild moan as she came while I pumped rope after rope of hot cum deep inside her fertile young and forbidden pussy. Slowly, the two of us ground to a halt against the wall, until only the sounds of the water spraying across our bodies filled the room.
The other shower shut off suddenly, and we could hear the girl inside dash out; the sounds of her bare feet pattering across the tile floor with a gasp before the door to the bathrooms shut.
I chuckled, holding her tightly to me. "I think you're going to get me in trouble here,” I grinned, kissing her deeply.
"Are you kidding! I'm the student here! You're going to get me kicked out of school!” she teased back, kissing me. I knew neither of us cared about the girl who'd clearly heard us. In fact, I could see pretty clearly on Christina’s face that knowing she was there was what had sent her crashing over the edge.
"We should probably get changed; I think Anna’s going to think we left for dinner without her,” she giggled, moaning softly as my cock slipped out of her as I gently put her feet back on the ground.
"Well, my clothes are still in your dorm room, so I doubt she thinks we got far.”
Christina blushed, realizing we were going to have to waltz back into the room and to Anna together wearing only towels.
"Hmm, well, nothing she hasn't seen before I guess, right?" She stuck my tongue out at me and then giggled as it was my turn to go red in the face.
"Besides, she won't care." She grabbed her towel from the door and passed me mine. "Now lets go to this fancy dinner you keep promising me, I'm starved.”
Chapter 22
Christina
Tyler certainly didn't disappoint on dinner. The place was way classier than any restaurant either I or Anna had ever been to, not to mention way out of our college-student budget. But, Tyler was clearly out to impress, and he did so with flying colors.
“So, who's ready for a surprise?” He grinned at us as we finished off our espressos and shared creme brûlée after dinner, and I raised an eyebrow at my crazy hot older lover.
“Me? I guess?” Anna turned to look at me and shrug. “I mean, I think I am?”
Tyler winked at me as the waitress brought his card and check back over to sign. “Trust me, you're going to love this.”
*****
Even if I hadn't been eighteen years old, and even if I had somehow gotten my hands on a fake ID, I'm pretty sure I still wouldn't be much of a "going out to bars" type of girl. I mean, I'd drank before at parties, but the typical bars that college kids went to were usually loud, obnoxious, and full of drunk boys with terrible lines and grabby hands.
Tyler, however, was not a college boy, and the place he took us after diner was anything but a typical college bar. The dark brick exterior and the blue neon sign didn't give much away until we were right by the front door.
"Woah, cool!" Anna gasped, as we both suddenly realized where we were.
I stared at Tyler, bemused and totally smitten with where he'd brought us. "How'd you know?" I asked him, nuzzling into his shoulder with a huge grin on my face. It struck me that he and I hadn't quite gotten to that part of our relationship - the "what sort of movies do you watch, what music do you listen to" phase - probably due to the strangeness of our arrangement. I considered him my boyfriend, and he'd called me his girlfriend plenty of times. That he was twice my age, lived a two hour train ride away, and was friends with my parents I just left out of the equation in my head.
He arched his eyebrows conspiratorially. “Miss Ames, I think you’ve been working around my house long enough for me to get a feel for what you listen to.” He grinned. “Plus I saw all those Charlie Parker and Monk albums strewn across that mess you call a dorm room,” he winked and leaned down to kiss my ear.
The jazz club was all ages, shockingly, and the doorman let us in with a knowing smirk at Tyler as he led the two of us way younger looking girls into the darkness of the venue.
A band was crooning out some slow stuff when we walked in, and I was instantly transfixed. A waitress led us to a dark, half-circle booth in the back with a great view of the stage and offered to get us drinks. Tyler got a whiskey and shook his head with a grin when Anna asked for the wine list.