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  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  I would like to thank all the lovely people that accompanied me on these first steps into my career, especially Stewart Lewis, Rebecca Ridge, CJ Douglass, Harley Laroux, The Secret Submissive, for helping out whenever needed, and of course LL, for bringing light into the world.

  Hidden Public Sex

  episode 2

  by DirtyDreamer

  ***

  Cassie keeps changing from one outfit into the next, visibly excited about movie night. She tries to look her absolute best for him, but the late shift at work forces her to balance a seductive look with the professional attire of a lingerie-saleswoman. It’s fascinating how she puts so much more effort into her little games than into anything else at college. I shovel the last bits of tasteless couscous into my mouth, while I pretend to listen to her endless jabbering.

  “I bet it was the way he presented himself throughout the course. You know, all mature and professional. And who can blame Jenkins? He looks just delicious. I’d given him the job as well, if I were Jenkins. And maybe something else.” She returns from her room, this time with suit trousers and a white blouse with free shoulders and soft ruffles around the cleavage. Meanwhile I sit here with bee-striped thigh-highs under my sweats, and a loose sweater. Not to mention my round-eyed glasses and pony tail. “Anyways, how do I look?” She cocks her hips to the side and straightens her back to present her breasts. It’s a demonstration of power, nothing else. She never asked me for fashion advice before.

  The demonstration works; She’d notice my jealousy, if I wouldn’t be chewing on my awful cooking right now. Everything about her is just better. Her boobs are slightly bigger than mine; they show like apples under the ruffles, soft and round. The fabric hugs her athletic body like a second skin. Nice grooves frame her sporty abs; I am still a few pounds away from them. Also her fruity scent feels more refined than my sweet coconut and strawberries. Hell, if I were male, I’d get hard from that smell. I hurry to swallow, but she already waves me off. “Forget it, I look fabulous. Henry won’t be able to resist.”

  Yes, Henry will be here tonight. Henry, the awesome guy I had sex with in a public restroom, two months ago. He’s the reason we’re having a movie night in the first place – because he has to pick another student for a contested tutoring position, and Cassie, that bitch, wants to seduce him. “That vacation money is as good as mine,” she frolics as she strides back into her room. I watch her butt tic-toc like a pendulum… God, I do want to pound that. If I were a lesbian, I’d masturbate every day to her used panties, but I’d hate her all the same, because she’s the dumbest cunt in the world.

  “What if he’s not into you?” I shout after her.

  She turns around and returns to the living room, waiting with her answer until she stands in front of me, where she gestures up and down her body. “Have you seen me naked?” She falters right away and starts stuttering. “I mean, you don’t need to answer that. If you don’t want.” I struggle not to grin. She believes I’m a ‘closeted lesbian’. Even after four months of living together, she sees me as a stereotype – the bookworm nerd who’s never dating anyone … Surely there’s a reason for her reclusiveness! Arrogance quickly returns to her face. “Also I’m not trying to get together with him or anything. Not before the job’s over, anyway. Can’t have anyone know I had a thing with him before that, or Jenkins would fire my ass right away.” She looks up into the air with a hopeful smile. “But nothing can keep us from flirting on the job, right? And who knows what else can happen in such a large building?”

  She must misinterpret my chuckle, because she shoots me a deadly glare. “Oh, like you’d understand, Mira. You don’t have a love life.”

  It’s amazing how fast she can turn from fake-charming to full-on-bitch. “Sorry,” she mutters, without meaning it, before she again paces through the apartment. I shake my head with a smile and go to my phone. Carefully I sit up and spread my legs. “You’re missing out on a lot, by the way,” she calls to me, while I stick my hand into my sweatpants and push the waistband with my wrist to let the camera look at the clean hills of my labia. Unexpected wetness greets my fingertips as I curl my hand into a cup, so it looks like I am about to enter myself. “I don’t think I’m missing out on much.”

  “I haven’t seen you with anyone so far. Trust me, you’re missing out.”

  “Uh-huh.” I shoot two pictures, because the first one ended up blurred. Her steps close in and I quickly resume my lazy pose from before. I curl my hand into a fist to cover the wetness; as if she’d ever notice anything happening around her. She walks up to me again, an apology on her face. “Look… I don’t want to pressure you… or discourage you or anything. I’m just saying, there’s more to life than sitting in your room, watching movies, or whatever it is you’re doing in there.”

  I’m fingering myself, while thinking about Henry, thanks for asking. Also, I watch porn, while I imagine his face on the male actors. And I read erotica and replace the male’s names in my mind with his. Oh, and a bit of studying here and there. I surreptitiously brush my fingers dry on the couch tissue, just moments before she lets herself fall right into that exact spot; I watch with big eyes as her hair brushes over the thin strip of my honey. She smiles as her look grows soft. “Don’t look at me like that, Mira, I’m not a bad person! I really want you to find the happiness you deserve.”

  I nod again, thinking up words that could fit into this conversation. “Thank you, Cassie. You’re a real pal. If I was a guy, I wouldn’t be able to keep my fingers off you.”

  “Really?” Her eyebrows rise defensively; then she smiles big and uncomfortably. “Um… Thank you, Mira… You’re a really good friend.” She embraces me with a lot of space between us; it’s more social distancing than hug.

  “Anyways, be good, okay?” She winks at me and gives me a soft punch in the shoulder that couldn’t feel any more awkward. Then she lets herself fall back into the couch. “Gosh, I am sooo looking forward to this! Henry’s such a dreamy guy.” She looks at me with a dirty glint in her eyes. “You wouldn’t mind if we get a bit louder, do you?”

  My face freezes for a moment, before I wave her off, all cool. “I got headphones. Don’t worry about me.”

  She smiles. “You’re the best roomie, you know that? I’m so glad we’re good friends!” She rolls off the couch and leaves. I unlock my phone. Hesitant, I glance at the wet spot next to me, the proof of my arousal. I send the image with a message: Fire alert! Someone put it out!

  The answer comes right away: Tanks are full and hose is ready!

  I let myself fall back into the couch while I grin at the ceiling like a horny little teenager.

  ***

  The lines of Harry Potter and the Fire Goblet blur into a nonsensical mess, as I read the same sentence for the fifth time without the words making sense. With a heavy sigh I close my favorite book and put it on the night desk for later. That damn bitch. She will dance around him, with her perfect boobs and her perfect butt. I’d lock her into my sex dungeon, if I had one. Note to myself: get a sex dungeon, when rich. I reach underneath my bed for the bullet vibrator; I don’t wear it on my necklace anymore, because I try to be more disciplined lately, but the image of Cassie snuggling up to Henry has my cunt go crazy all day. All week, actually. I
let my hands slide into my sweats, ready to enjoy the superpowers of my body, when the doorbell sounds and my heart jumps into my throat. I run into the living room, skid over the smooth floor, and unlock the door.

  Henry pulls me into his arms, while he closes the door with his foot. His tongue is demanding, his breath is like hot steam. His fingers quickly shove themselves into my panties and press hard against my clit –

  Okay, let me explain this…

  Henry and I are together. Like, really, really together. After that one time in the restroom, we went home to his apartment. Barely past the door, he pulled my pants down and showed me his apartment by doing me on every surface we could find, until we made it to his bedroom, my body wrapped around his, like a Koala hugging a tree. The bed rocked hard against the wall and my moans filled the air - just the way I need it. Best time of my life.

  That was two months ago. Last week, my beloved roommate Cassie asked him whether he wanted to watch a movie with the two of us. He agreed, like he had no idea what she was going for. I wanted to ask him what the hell he was thinking, but every time I tried to confront him about it, we ended up having crazy, wild sex instead. It’s almost as if the jealousy made me super horny.

  Now it’s the same: Movie night is just hours away, but talking is the last thing I want to do right now. He throws me onto the couch and we tear our clothes off our bodies and consume ourselves. His lips taste wild; my nipples brush hard against his rocking chest and his cock pulses with desire as he enters me. My moan is loud and filled with the satisfaction of knowing that he is mine, and mine alone.

  He fucks me hard and I scream in delight. He also needed it; I can feel it from the roughness he goes at it, drilling me into the couch like I am a nail and he is hammering me into a wall. I muffle my moans with the couch pillow.

  While we shower, I keep my eyes away from him to not get distracted by his lithe movements; I need to collect the courage to start this conversation. I hurry it up and quickly blow-dry my hair and pull my black sweater over my head, before I finally turn toward my boyfriend. “Cassie is really prepped up.”

  He gives me a knowing smirk as he steps out, fully naked. His muscles are thick; his skin is light, but glistens seductively. “You’re jealous,” is all he says. I cross my arms under my boobs. “She’s prettier than me.”

  “I don’t think so.” He steps distractingly close and circles with his fingers around my bellybutton, which always gets me hornier than an elephant, but I stay strong. “You haven’t seen her yet. I hate her, but I would do her.”

  “Really?” He grins and stems his hands into his hips, giving me this expression, as if he was hatching a plan. “Stop it,” I snap and turn away to dress up.

  “You trust me, don’t you?”

  “Of course! I just don’t want that – excuse me – that bitch to swagger around you all evening, and not be able to kick her butt for it!” I can practically hear him think, while I pull up the yellow-and-black thigh-highs. That’s Henry; not quick with an answer, but whatever he says is thought out. It can be infuriating sometimes, but in the end it makes him even sexier.

  “You already got me. And the job," he finally says as we walk back into the living room, “but you’re still unhappy.”

  “Yes, I’m a brat, I know!” I stalk to the couch and throw myself face forward into the spot that muffled the screams of my orgasm just fifteen minutes ago. “I’d rather have her get the job,” I mumble into a couch pillow.

  “Excuse me?”

  “I said, I don’t want to hide! We will have to be all secretive, or she tells Jenkins, and she’ll fire me.”

  “But that’s the point, babe.”

  “Huh?”

  “You love the secrecy. I know for a fact that it makes you horny.”

  I give him the are-you-crazy-look, but he chuckles. “It’s true, babe. Whenever someone enters the restroom, you get red, you tighten up, and you flood like crazy.”

  What the hell is he talking about? We did it a lot of time in the department, practically every day, using different restrooms. Images rush past my inner eye; his hand on my mouth, muffling my moans to keep the staff around us ignorant of our doing. I can’t tell if he’s right, but I do remember these scenes more vividly than the sex at his place.

  “It’s the same with your jealousy. I don’t know if you noticed, but… we had a lot of fun this week.”

  “I guess so…” I say ashamed, knowing very well what he means. He sits down and pushes my body back into the couch with his crunchy butt. Gentle fingers cradle my head and massage my temples, showering me with warm tingles, making me purr. “You’re ashamed, aren’t you?”

  “M-hm.”

  “Don’t be. It’s the knowledge of doing something forbidden, you know? Lots of people like that.”

  I feel like I’m twelve and he’s giving me ‘the talk’. And worst of all: I feel like I actually need it. Ever since he entered my life, I keep discovering new kinks about myself. There’s Henry’s dominance; I love to behave like a little brat, knowing he’d make sure I wouldn’t get my way, if I wasn’t supposed to. Then there’s the jealousy that made me horny all week, and now this? ‘Something forbidden’... I imagine him and me as tutors, talking casually about chemistry, while exchanging knowing glances, because we’d disappear to some restroom every recess… The idea alone makes my blood flow and my pussy hot.

  “I’m deranged,” I whine while his hand kneads my nape.

  “Shut up. You’re perfect.” His soft words ripple like smooth silk over my skin and my chest explodes with happiness. I bury my face in the couch pillow. “You’re perfect, you perfect idiot…” I whimper. Life is just as shitty and confusing as always, even when it’s arguably not.

  Then I shoot up. “No.” I dig my phone from my sweatpants. “I don’t want that job if I’ll be horny all the time.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  “I’m not a fucking sex-addict! I’m calling Cassie, and I’m telling her everything about us, so that bitch can go suck it.”

  “You sure you want to do that?”

  “Are you going to stop me?” I tease, but his hand traces over my hip and I feel my body tremble against my will. “I could try.” Defiant, I press the Call-button. “It’s ringing.”

  His weight shifts – he turns me back onto my belly and straddles my legs, digging his fingers into my cheeks, kneading them thoroughly, so my lips rub delicately against each other.

  Beep.

  “I don’t think you really want to tell her…,” he says softly, as he pulls down my sweatpants and thong. The gusset clings to my wet arousal. Why am I not fighting him? Cassie’s going to hear everything.

  Beep.

  “… I think you really want to keep her in the dark…” I clench my legs, but his hand is firm and digs between my thighs, brushing over my fresh lips, making me shiver.

  Beep.

  “…because you like the danger.” His voice took a darker tone. His fingers slide through my lips from behind and every muscle in my body contracts. Impossible, I think. He’s not going to do me, while I’m on the phone with -

  “Cassie here, what is it?” Her voice stings my eardrums. “I’m still at work, Mira. The booze is in the fridge, but you know that, right?”

  “No, no it’s – ohhh.“ I hold the phone from my face because to my surprise I’m not even trying to hold that moan inside my throat.

  “What?”

  “It’s not about the booze, Cassie, I –“

  “Well, can it wait, then? I mean, I don’t really have anything else to do at the moment, if I’m totally being honest with myself, but -”

  Two fingers glide into me and, with a shriek, I practically leap forward. Cassie interrupts her barrage of words. “I-is everything alright with you? Did you spill something?”

  “No,” I hurry to say and end the call. I turn around under his massive thighs and glare into his viciously grinning face. He smiles contently at the wet strings betwe
en his fingers. He looks me in the eyes while he licks them clean. He leans forward, his arms like columns encasing my frame, mischief in his eyes. “You bastard,” I try to sound angry, but I whisper instead.

  He smirks. “Here’s my new rule, babe: You can tell everyone we’re together, if you can prove to me that you don’t like the rush.”

  His words wash over me, softly but dangerous. My heart is already at double pace, but I punch angrily at his chest. “Stop playing with me!”

  He puts a finger onto my mouth and speaks softly. “I want you to be yourself, and not deny yourself.”

  I can’t tell if he’s the best boyfriend ever, or a sadistic asshole. His distracting finger, along with his charming smile, makes my nipples hard and my pussy all confused. I can’t even begin to make sense of his words, before I start unbuttoning his jeans. His eyebrows rise. “It’s your fault,” I say pouting, “You got me going. Now take responsibility.”

  He looks as if he just learned something new. “You have a lot of kinks, you know that?” I shoot a deadly glare at him, before I focus on the bulge in his jeans. He twitches when I feel the hot meat up and down through his boxers, pulses, as I unwrap him like a present. “And here I was hoping for a fun phone call.”

  “You’re crazy,” I whisper. He arches back and lifts himself from my legs, grabs the waistband of my sweats and yanks them from me with one tug. “I am?” He throws my pants to the floor and catches my legs with his big hands, splaying me. He feels down my bee-striped thigh-highs to the hollows of my knees and pushes my legs back, exposing my thong-clad pussy. “I bet you’d like doing it in her bed.” My bulging eyes betray me. Can he read my mind? “Maybe we should do it in front of her? Would you like that? Do you want to suck me off, while she tries to flirt with me?”

  “You monster,” I say with way too much breath in my voice. He shuts me up with a kiss, as he loves to do. I am never able to resist him.

  His cock brushes over my pussy, hindered only by the thin fabric. I feel moisture, from him, from me, there’s no way to tell. I unbutton his shirt to get him inside of me faster, but he keeps kissing me, pressing my head into the tissue.