A slight detour

As the trio of friends walked through the common area outside, Cadence couldn’t help but blush as she felt the breeze caress her skin. It was a good thing she was “dressed” for the spring weather, she thought as she noticed the other students walking around campus, taking the opportunity to eat outside, or do some exercise like the yoga group near the large tree.

“My bad, guys,” John suddenly said as he suddenly stopped and glanced at the yoga group. “You can go ahead without me. We’ll catch up at the café.”

***

Grace smiled at her yoga class as the over half dozen students continued their stretching. Behind her, a small pile of yoga pants and tank tops sat beside the tree. For some reason, she and the other girls were “overdressed”, but they were able to rectify that mistake by “dressing” themselves and placing their clothes in the pile while she and the rest of the girls were “dressed” in their underwear.

“Alright class, we’re now going to team up for ‘downward-facing dog’,” Grace said as she got to all fours. She pointed at Chris. “You can take me from behind, Chris.”

Chris nodded as he left his mat while the other students partnered up. As the guys kneeled, they brought their pants down to their knees, exposing their hardening erections to the air. The other students passing by (except one who was enjoying the show), it was just another yoga activity.

“Donna,” Grace called out, noticing she was partnered with Emily. The two girls looked confused and hesitated as the guys pulled the other girls’ panties down and held their hips. Grace bit her lip as she felt Chris’ grip on her hips. “You can… you can use your fingers if you need to.”

“Thanks,” she answered as she tried to copy the other guy’s position.

“And remember,” continued Grace as Chris entered her. She let out a soft gasp despite herself. “You can alternate between keeping your back arched or straight. And guys, do be mindful of your hips.”

Grace’s breath hitched as Chris’ hardness pressed against her. With each thrust her body responded eagerly to his touch as the pleasure from doing “downward-facing dog” continued to build.

As the other students moved through the pose, the sound of their labored breaths and soft moans blended together in the open air. This was to be expected after all, especially when doing this “yoga move”, though Grace wished the students could be quieter like her as she clenched her jaw to stiffen most of her moans.

“Fuck,” she muttered, her cheeks reddening from the slip of the tongue. “Let’s get to “cow pose”.”

She and most of the girls stood as the other guys laid on the mat. Grabbing Chris’ cock, Grace faced away from him as she lowered herself.

***

The aroma of butter and fresh coffee wafted through the campus café, a welcome distraction from how weird the morning was. Without John and his focus on his new device, Cadence felt her shoulders finally relax as she and Erin joined the crowd of hungry students waiting for Chef Matteo’s famous omelets.

Steam rose from the cooking station where Chef Matteo worked around the sizzling pans with precision. His red bandana was spotted with tiny droplets of sweat as he worked, keeping up with the steady stream of orders. The display counter showed the colorful arrays of fresh-cut vegetables, diced meats, and shredded cheese. Each ingredient was perfectly prepared and waited for its turn, though Cadence eyed the ketchup dispenser.

Her omelet was not complete without ketchup.

“Good morning,” Chef Matteo called out as he poured beaten eggs into a well-seasoned pan, releasing a satisfying hiss to the air. “How would you two like your omelets today?”

Cadence leaned forward slightly, inhaling the appetizing scents as she felt the heat press against her skin. “I’ll have mine with onion, tomatoes, and cheese, please,” she said, watching as his practiced hands already reached for the ingredients.

“Got it.” He gave a quick nod before turning to her friend. “And for you, Erin?”

"Spinach, mushrooms, cheese, and onion, please," Erin said, her stomach growling audibly enough to make them both laugh.

“You got it.”

With the flick of his wrist, Chef Matteo flipped an omelet in the air. As Cadence turned around, she glanced around the café where all the other students were eating and talking. She spotted Mrs. Chambers scolds a student for wearing only a thong, though Cadence didn’t see the issue for the girl “dressing” casually.

Besides, it wasn’t as if Mrs. Chambers was hiding anything with her longline bra and briefs. But that was normal. Mrs. Chambers seemed to have made it a mission to find any student who is violating the campus dress code.

“Order up!” Chef Matteo called out as he served her omelet.

Cadence smiled as she took her plate. For the first time that day, everything felt right.

Before she could “pump the dispenser” to get “ketchup”, she saw John entering the café and make a beeline for them.

“Need me to hold your plate?” he asked, his grin looking more mischievous than usual. “I know how much you like your ‘ketchup’.”

“Thanks.” Ignoring how weird he was acting, Cadence handed John her plate. Grabbing a small black dipping cup, she turned toward Chef Matteo. “Chef, I need to rub your cock to get your cum for my eggs.”

Chef Matteo nodded as he continued to make Erin’s omelet. “Sure,” he answered. “I’ll meet you by the door. I’m almost done with Erin.”

Walking around the open kitchen, Cadence glanced around at the buffet area as the late comers rushed to get whatever breakfast was left. She shook her head before she heard the kitchen door.

Smiling, she set her dipping cup aside on a nearby counter and kneeled before him while Chef Mateo unzipped his pants.

Feeling indifferent, Cadence reached out a hand, her fingers brushing against Chef Matteo’s “ketchup dispenser”. She could feel the heat emanating from the “surface” as she slowly “pumped” it. Leaning closer, her breath ghosted over the “surface”.

As she continued to “pump the dispenser”, a soft moan escaped Chef Matteo's lips, his eyes closing. Cadence wasn’t sure if the chef was feeling tired, but for his part, he kept standing, even going so far as to help her “pump the dispenser” by grabbing her wrist and making her move faster.

His grip tightened as Cadence’s hand moved. The café faded into the background. All that mattered to her was getting that “ketchup”. What was taking this “dispenser” so long? Usually it would have squirted “ketchup” after one pump. Was it empty?

However, as the two continued, Cadence knew she was getting closer to getting that “ketchup”. Her hand became more urgent, more determined. With a final “pump”, Chef Matteo groaned, his body tensing as the “ketchup dispenser” found its release.

Quickly grabbing her waiting cup, Cadence watched as the “ketchup dispenser” squirted a huge amount of “ketchup” into the small cup. She gasped as some of it spilled to her face, chest, and the floor.

“Sorry, about that,” Chef Mateo croaked as he pulled the “ketchup dispenser” back inside his pants and grabbed several tissues. However, before he could return to the open kitchen, a guy approached the with a empty dipping cup and asked for “ketchup”. “Giving the “dispenser” a few minutes to refill itself,” he said to the student.

“It’s no problem,” Cadence said, wiping the hot mess from her body as the chef returned to the kitchen. Hopefully, the “ketchup” stains won’t show on her bra. But at least she got more than enough of it in her dipping cup.