Head back to class

You turn to head back to class, before Caoimhe gently grabs you by the shoulder.

"Not you," she says. "I need you to stay behind."

"Oh, really?" you smile. "Why's that?"

"Script reasons. Or acting reasons. I don't know. God, leave if you want," Caoimhe says.

"I can think of a few reasons to stay behind," you say.

You wait for the others to leave the room, before Caoimhe leads you up to the stage, behind the stage curtain. You follow her behind the curtain, sliding in close to her.

You press your lips against hers, your tongue sliding into hers as you begin to lap against her tongue as you make out with her. Your hand rubs against her inner thigh, moving before up her shirt as you reach under it, your hand sliding along her smooth stomach. You reach up, groping her tit through her bra briefly as you make out with her. You slide your hand under her bra, groping her soft tits, squeezing them tightly before you briefly tweak her nipples.

You continue to make out with her, playing with her tits and stroking her legs, although you don't try to take it further, taking it slow for her sake. After a while, she pulls back, laughing.

"OK, stop it. We have class now, you're going to miss it."

"I wouldn't mind that."

"I don't want you to get in trouble because of me," Caoimhe says.

"Sure, whatever you say," you reply. "I'll see you later, yeah?"

"Perfect," Caoimhe smiles.