Freshman(42)

We stuck with sparkling water.





"You know, you could probably get us drinks and no one would bat an eye, Tyler,” Anna said with a little dare in her voice.





I recognized her classic mischievous look, and turned to see Tyler laughing. "I guess I could-”





Anna’s eyes went wide before he laughed and gave her a look. "But, I'm not going to." She pouted, making me giggle.





“I think I'm doing just about enough corrupting of innocent minds without buying alcohol for underage girls, don't you think?" He winked at her before leaning over and kissing my cheek, his hand on my bare knee. “Besides, I have a feeling you’re perfectly capable of getting up to no good without me sneaking you booze, Anna Riley.” She cracked up and I leaned into him, grinning.





Part of me suddenly wanted to tell him the other reason I couldn't drink tonight - even if he’d offered.. But it definitely wasn't the right time to spill that, and though I know she'd never say a word, I wondered if Anna was thinking the same thing.





The music was fantastic, and as we sat back in our dark leather booth and just soaked it in, I found myself snuggling close to him and just enjoying the moment. I was with the man I was crazy about, and my best friend, we were having a great time listening to amazing music, and for the next however long we were here, I didn't have to think at all about the fact that tomorrow he'd be leaving to go back to his life, and that I'd still be here, carrying his unborn and unknown child.





Tyler’s hand was still on my bare knee, below the hem of my skirt. Slowly, as the band oozed into a particularly sultry take on a standard, I could feel his fingers begin to tease my skin as he gradually began to slide his hand higher.





I turned to him, raising a surprised eyebrow at him in the semi-darkness and watching him smirk and shrug at me, before his hand slid even higher on my leg. He was pushing up under my skirt now, and I felt my breath catch. I quickly glanced at Anna, who was thankfully totally engrossed in the music on the stage as I felt Tyler’s hand slide even higher.





His finger slid against the front of my panties, and it took everything I had not to moan right there. The pad of his middle finger began to stroke me there, teasing at my panty-covered lips and making my panties instantly much warmer and wetter as my blood began to pump.





I did my best to look straight ahead, watching the players on the stage and toying with my napkin as his big finger slid up and down my slit, stroking me so deliciously through my panties. He began to slide his digit to the side, teasing at the seam against my thigh before pushing under there.





I moaned as quietly as I could as his fingers moved over my bare lips, pushing deep under my panties and sliding over my slippery folds.





Anna glanced back at me just for a moment, and I grinned at her as if I was just sitting there listening to music, and not trying not to moan as my boyfriend's fingers began to slide into my pussy under the table.





Back at the dorms before dinner, when he and I had stumbled breathless and red-faced back into the room in only our towels from the shower, Anna had given us a big knowing grin, and then graciously left us to change. She actually hadn't said a peep to me about it all night, which was actually shocking, but I knew she was still grinning about it inside.





I knew she'd have a lot more to say about it thought if she caught us being this bold out in public though, so I did my best not to make a sound as I felt Tyler’s probing fingers begin to push into my soft channel. I bit my lip and pulled at the paper cocktail napkin under my soda water, glancing at him to see him sitting there totally normally with his eyes on the stage as he began to finger his eighteen year old girlfriend.





He stroked in and out of my pussy in time with the soft beat of the jazz music, and I found myself rocking my hips and undulating against him as he did so. I hadn't had a drop to drink, and yet my head still swam as if drunk off of the music and the feeling of him playing with my clit.





I let my own hand wander then, letting my fingers walk across his thigh and feeling him tense beneath me as I teased over the thick bulge in his pants. I toyed with the zipper, hearing his breath catch quietly as I began to inch it down.





I didn't know what it was about this man that brought out my naughty exhibitionist side, but I loved it. Here we were sitting at a jazz club in a booth next to my best friend, and he while he was fingering me, I was sliding my hand into his pants and wrapping it around his big cock.





I jerked him inside his pants, watching his face tense up while he did his best to keep it neutral and focused on the musicians. He responded with a tease of his own, curling his fingers up inside of me and stroking them against that sensitive spot just inside, making me squirm as my juices dripped down his fingers.