I am so fucking horn...gry. Hungry! Very hungry...

"I'm, uh..." Should I say this? "I could go for something to eat, if you know what I mean..."

"Oh ya?" Shush your smirky eyes! "Let's go to Jim's!"

"Jim's?"

"You know, that divey place right off campus," I think I remember... Jaeger bombs? "Somehow I never get carded there!"

"Sure..." And we're off! "Not so fast, Jess, I'm not, uh, well protected here!"

"No?" Oh god, why did I say that? "Are you afraid of your skirt being a little too bouncy, or your boobs?" I really should push her away, but I want her fingers to keep working their way up my skirt so bad...

"Don't do it Jess..." Oh those smirky eyes...

And there it goes! Did someone honk? Damnit, she's already running off again!

I'll get her... Just reach for those leggings and...

"Nice try, Cindy!" Fuck, my skirt is too easy for her, and right under a streetlight! Someone definitely honked that time! Did she just giggle running off?

Fuck it.

"And hello again!" Ya, flip up my skirt, you're still losing your leggings too! "Oh fuck, Cindy!" That got her to let go of my skirt!

Damn she looks good hopping back into those leggings, grinning with that goofy giggle...

"C'mon, it's right around the corner!" Have we already made it that far? I guess I can hear the thumping... "Oooh, they have a live band tonight!" Wow, she sure pulled those leggings right up in there... "Hey Brian!"

"You girls over 21?" Is she snaking her hand up the side of my shirt or... nope, her hand is definitely snaking my shirt up my side...

"Fer sure!" A polite shove should get the message across to her that no, you can't shove my shirt up all the way over my boobs...

Wow it's loud in here. "Oh, sweet, a booth!" Probably because it's tiny and we're right next to the amp... At least it gives us a good view of this cute bass player...

And I think it gives him a good view up my skirt...