“We might end up on the Internet.”

“I think someone was recording us,” Rielle says. “I saw a guy in a car putting his phone away—when he saw me looking, the driver put the car in gear and they took off.” She sounds turned on by this. I feel a lot of different things, but I have to admit it turns me on, too. And after all— “It shouldn’t get us into any trouble,” she observes, “since he was shooting us from behind—he’d already stopped by the time he could see my face. Just a couple of anonymous horny college kids fucking their brains out. Just imagine all the guys watching that and wishing they were you—wishing they had your cock and could satisfy a woman the way you can.” Rielle sounds positively smug, like the proverbial cat that ate the canary. Any sense of embarrassment or shame is gone; I feel higher than a kite. I smile for sheer pleasure.

“More like, wishing they had as hot a woman to satisfy,” I say suggestively, fondling her phenomenal tits. My cock had shrunk all the way out of Rielle’s hot cunt, but it’s growing again and pokes her in the clit. She shimmies against me.

“Ready for another round already?” Rielle asks in a smoldering voice. I tease her nipples and kiss her neck by way of answer. “Fuck, I love your stamina. I hit the jackpot that day when you overheard us. Would you mind someplace a little more comfortable, though? Someplace that allowed for a few more positions?”

“Sure,” I say.

“Then let’s get back in the car and drive up to the house.” I shoot Rielle a questioning look, and she shrugs. “I’m watching the house while they’re away—that’s how I know about it. In fact, I’m actually sleeping over here on the weekends, so that it’s lived in a little . . . and it’s about time for me to change my sheets anyway,” she finishes, batting her eyelashes at me.

“Lead on, sexy girl,” I say, laughing, and kiss her thoroughly before we get back in the car.