“I think you need to finish what you started”

“What do you think?” Kendra asks again.

You look at the girls blankly. Vaguely you have an idea of what they have been talking about, but the fact is you are so incredibly turned on by what Sarah has been doing to you under the table that you are not exactly able to think clearly.

“What do I think?” you say. “I think that Sarah needs to finish what she started if either of you expect me to accomplish anything today other than get admitted to the hospital with the world’s first case of terminal blue balls!”

The girls laugh and Kendra takes another look at your crotch. “He’s not kidding. He has so much blood between his legs that he’ll probably pass out if he tries to stand.”

Sarah grins mischievously. “I haven’t given a blowjob under the table of a school cafeteria in almost a year! There was one table at my high school that was just perfect for it. The way it was positioned, it offered a lot of privacy. I had a lot of protein lunches while on my hands and knees under that table!”

She resumes her footwork on your crotch while Kendra giggles. “That is terrible, Sarah! And... it’s kind of hot, too.” She looks at you and licks her lips. “Would you like Sarah or me to blow you right here In front of everyone?”

You look at your girlfriend in wonder. Is this the same girl who seemed so innocent and virginal to you just a few days ago? Now she’s talking and acting almost as slutty as the nymphomaniac who has been fucking you to near exhaustion.

You look around and say, “As delightful as that sounds, I don’t think we’re going to be able to get away with that here without being noticed.”

Kendra looks around and nods. “True. And it probably wouldn’t do for us to show up at my parents’ home and tell them that I won’t be going back because I got kicked out for public fornication.”

“Oh, they don’t kick you out for that — at least for the first offense,” says Sarah, without letting up on the footjob. “And if you have the right .... relationship ... with the right people in administration, they have a tendency to look the other way, even after the third or fourth infraction.”

Kendra reaches between your legs and feels your erection again. Having her hand and Sarah’s foot there at the same time is almost enough to make you willing to face expulsion, if only you had the chance to bust a nut first.

“Do you think you can walk to the restroom without passing out or breaking anything?” she asks.

“I’ve walked with a hardon before,” you say. “That’s basically how every junior high boy walks through the hallways once we first notice girls.”

Kendra smiles. “Alrighty then. Why don’t you let Sarah and me take care of our trays, and we’ll meet you over by the restrooms in about five minutes?”

Five minutes? As horned up as you are, those five minutes are going to seem like an eternity. Still, it’s probably for the best. While you were telling the truth about learning how to walk with an erection, you weren’t sporting such a big package in those days, and you’re pretty sure that even in your most perverted hormone-fueled adolescent fantasies, you were never as hard as you are now.

As the girls clean up and return the trays to the kitchen, you gingerly get up, discreetly hold your backpack in front of your crotch, as awkwardly walk toward the twin doors to the restrooms. You stand there, slowly counting the seconds, waiting for the girls to arrive to give you release from the arousal that threatens to explode your balls.

Just when you think you cannot wait any longer, Sarah and Kendra approach. Their eyes are gleaming, and they each wear a smirk that tells you they have been conspiring. That knowledge sends a renewed throb through your dick, causing you to wonder if you’ll actually cream your jeans without anyone touching you.

“Are you ready, Connor, or do you need to get to class?” asks Kendra, looking at her watch. “You only have ten minutes to get to the other side of campus before your next class starts, you know.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” you ask, turning to lead the way into the Men’s Room. As you do, a couple of guys push past you and walk in first.

You stop and turn, looking at the girls. “We have to find somewhere else,” you say, with a note of desperation creeping into your voice.

“What’s wrong with the Ladies’ Room?” asks Kendra. “That’s where I thought we were going, anyway. I’ve never been in a Men’s Room in my life!” Her face wrinkles up with an expression of disgust.

“What’s wrong with the Men’s Room?” asks Sarah. “It’s not like it would be my first time blowing a guy in a stall while other guys are around.”

Vaguely, you wonder how often the other guys would have been in there, simply because they were waiting their turn with her. You can’t spend much time dwelling on that thought, however, as you remember the time constraints.