Hands

Your hand slips between Ashley's legs and up her dress. Surprisingly, she refuses to be a passive participant; her own hand has found its way over to you, slowly undoing your zipper. It looks like Salja hasn't noticed what's happening, even as Ashley reaches into your fly, through your boxers, and pulls out your quickly-erecting dick.

It's a little hard to concentrate on rubbing Ashley's clit with her cold fingers wrapped around you, but you're hardly going to let her do all the work when you're the one who started this. You grit your teeth, trying to distract yourself from the pleasure as Ashley strokes your member, and focus on rubbing Ashley's clit.

She leans over to you. "Put your fingers inside me," she whispers.

"What?" Salja says.

"Nothing," Ashley responds. "Just a suggestion for Andrew for later."

Salja laughs. "I know what kinds of suggestions you give," she says. Well, she's pretty much right. Your friend probably just doesn't realize that it's a suggestion for what you're doing to her roommate right this second.

"Ha!" Ashley says, as if she doesn't have your fingers going in and out of her. "You know me." She smiles, and her pearly whites are one of the only things you can see in the darkness of the back of the taxi cab. Salja is still none the wiser.