British Columbia

The quad was a riot of mid-morning life. Sunlight drenched the wide expanse of grass, where students sprawled on blankets, their laughter and conversations blending into a constant, pleasant hum. It was in this very public space that Liam found a spot on a low stone wall, right by the main walking path. He wasn't hiding. He wasn't seeking a corner. In this society, the act was as normal as checking your email.

He pulled out his phone, the screen bright in the sunlight. He'd transferred Kyle's video to it last night, the file feeling like a contraband treasure despite its legality. He took a slow breath, the crisp air filling his lungs, and hit play.

Maya's face filled the screen. Her laugh, even through the phone's speaker, was magnetic. He felt the familiar, welcome stir of arousal, a physical response he didn't bother to conceal. He unzipped his jeans, his movements practiced and unselfconscious. Around him, a couple nearby was locked in a passionate kiss, their hands roaming freely. Further off, a girl was reading a textbook while a guy between her legs was diligently pleasuring her. It was just the background music of campus life.

In the video, Kyle pulled out his cock and had Maya suck it. Kyle had a massive cock and Maya was struggling with it in a cute way.

Kyle pulled down her shorts and slowly entered her pussy from behind.

Liam focused on the screen, on the way Maya moved in the video. His hand found its rhythm, the motion easy and natural in the open air. The sun warmed his skin, a pleasant contrast to the building heat in his groin. He was lost in it, his world narrowing to the six-inch screen and the pleasure coiling in his belly. He was close, so close, his breath coming in short pants. His eyes were squeezed shut, picturing the scene, imagining the feel of her.

"Oh fuck Maya" he inadvertently blurted out.

"Yeah? What is it"

Liam's eyes flew open. He didn't stop, couldn't stop, his body on the verge of its peak. Standing before him, a playful smirk on her face, was Maya. In the flesh. She was holding a half-eaten apple, looking utterly at ease, as if she'd just stumbled upon a friend reading a book.

"Maya—" he gasped, his hand still working.

"I thought that was you," she said, her eyes dropping to his busy hand and then back to his face. The smirk softened into something more genuine, something flattered. "Good choice. Kyle does capture my good side."

He was right there, the point of no return. His hips jerked forward.

"Don't stop on my account," she said, her voice a low murmur. She took a final, crunchy bite of her apple and tossed it into a nearby bin. Then, with a grace that was almost surreal, she hiked up her skirt, revealing she wore nothing underneath.

Before Liam's orgasm-fogged brain could fully process it, she swung a leg over his lap, straddling him right on the stone wall.

She reached down, aligning them perfectly, and sank down onto him in one smooth, fluid motion, taking him to the hilt just as the first wave of his release hit. He cried out, his hands flying to her hips, pulling her down hard as he pulsed, pumping her full of everything he had. The intensity was blinding, a public, private explosion that left him shaking and breathless.

The world came back into focus slowly. The chatter of the quad, the warmth of the sun, the feeling of Maya settled in his lap. She was smiling down at him, her dark hair framing her face.

"Well," she said, rocking her hips slightly and drawing a shuddering gasp from him. "That's one way to say hello. Want to get some coffee? My treat."