I Should Stop This, Right?

He will see Blake's hand, cupped over my sex. He will see my thighs shivering and shuddering. He will see that I am doing nothing to make him stop.

He will see that I want it.

And want it I do. I don't just want but I need and I crave. I wish right now that the dream of my fantasy could be a reality and my mind keeps on flickering back to that pleasure and unless something happens to break me out of this I know that I'm not going to be able to help myself anymore.

How can I be this dumb? How can I be so stupid as to take a chance like this?

Jake and I might not have much in common but surely ruining everything by being caught like this wasn't the better choice here. That was only going to result in hurt feelings and maybe even rumors spreading around and a ruined reputation and a life that may not recover.

God, maybe it would be fun to be known as the campus slut. No, I suspect that would only lead to trouble down the line.

Still even knowing that I'm not doing anything to stop it. I'm not pushing Blake away as he places his hand over my sex. I'm not clenching my thighs or jamming down my dress or pulling up the blanket or pulling away.

I could pull away. I could push back from both of them and sit, gasping, with my knees up to my chest. I could just shout out 'stop' or 'get your hands off of me' and I'm sure that both of them would comply. I could put some distance between myself and all of this, maybe even just start walking and don't stop until I'm home.

And maybe that would be the smart choice. Certainly it wouldn't be the easiest choice.

But it would be a better choice than this.

I just bite my bottom lip and wait. I clench my eyes shut and shudder as I feel Jake pull away and everything seems to happen in slow motion as he draws his lips up from my breast and starts to turn his head.

He's still close enough that I can feel his breath on my skin and even still I can feel his fingers on my leg, teasing a little bit more as he turns to look at me. I know that I'll know the moment that he sees it because he'll freeze and I'll be able to feel that. And then a heartbeat will pass, maybe two, while he registers what it is that he's seeing.

And then he'll react.

Jake has been disappointed by this evening. He'd come out expecting a jocky little co-ed who was into sports and would be hid perfect better half. Instead he found me, a confused jumble of a dozen different ideas and interests but whose insights most certainly don't align with his. He knows that I don't know about sports and more importantly he seems to realize that I don't care, so he can't even condescendingly explain them to me while I pretend to be fascinated by them.

That disappointment was tempered somewhat by the fact that I'd basically just thrown my body at him. I'm sure in his mind he was thinking that I may not be able to hold up a conversation with him on anything that matters, but at least he could have some fun shutting me up with his cock.

At least there could be that.

A man like that wouldn't appreciate a woman like me, a woman who wants to explore. A man like that would only react badly to this and I knew it.

And Blake knew it too, knew that he'd be there to swoop in and pick up the pieces afterwards.

That was the plan. That was his plan all along.

And there was, right now, nothing I could do to stop it from happening.

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