I hope she hates it as much as I do.

I'm sitting on a bench by the side of the path leading to the student union waiting for my friend, Kyle to come so I can go to lunch when this sluttily-dressed blonde comes sauntering up to me. I've been watching her preen every time some guy looks at her. The way she smiles and poses, I'm surprised she hasn't just stripped for them. And I don't think she's even a student. She's more the right age for being staff or even a younger professor! She seems to be carrying a bunch of cards or something under one arm, but before I can figure out what they are, she suddenly walks right up to me and hands me one. I don't know why I do, but I reach out to take it, too.

"Here's your sign," she says and then sways on down the path. A bit bewildered by the whole situation, especially the fact that I took the piece of decorated paper or cardboard from her, I look down at it to see just what I now have.

"Edge me; bet you can't make me beg in five minutes," I read. _What the fuck? _I think, determined to ditch it immediately. Instead I prop it against the back of the bench against my hip where anyone can read it just as Kyle walks up.

"Huh, I never figured you for being into something like that," he says, looking at my sign. I want to tell him that some lady just handed it to me, and I'm getting rid of it immediately, but instead I say, "Well, I am, want to be the first to try?" _No, no, no, please say no, _I think, but he disappoints me.

"Don't mind if I do, but what should we bet?"

"That's totally up to you," I say as I kick of my shoes and then stand up to unbutton my nice sensible blue jeans. As I push them and my panties down to the ground right here in public, he decides.

"I can afford ten dollars, so let's go with that."

"Okay," I say and sit back down and spread my legs, naked below the hem of my red t-shirt, and he reaches over to start. _Why is he doing this? We're just friends? _I think, but then his fingers touch my outer labia. I should be too uncomfortable to enjoy this, but for some reason it feels really good.

"How's this?"

"Good. Keep doing that for a bit before moving in. Don't ask me or tell me when you're about to. It will be better if you surprise me with it?" _Where is this coming from? I don't want to say any of it? _I also don't know where he's getting this skill from. As far as I know he's a loner geek virgin. He breaks my train of thought and I can't help but squirm as he decides that I've had enough of the starter tease and parts my lips with the tips of his fingers. "Yeah, just like that," I say, my voice getting husky.

His fingers start sliding against my as opposed to just rubbing, and I squirm in arousal and embarrassment at the fact that I'm getting so wet. I look up from the almost trance I'd been in, watching his hand as he teased me. I see people stopping to watch as he works me up. I blush and squirm even more. I desperately want to hid my face, hell! my whole body! But the discomfort just makes me even hotter.

Kyle seems to sense this and moves gentle, wet, warm and soft fingers to rub my clit. "Ah, ah, fuck that's good, just like that," I can't help but encourage him. He gradually speeds up, and I think that this edging challenge may end before it starts. But just as my breath hitches, and my pussy starts to flutter, he backs off! How did he know? Rather than protest, I tell him, "Five minutes starts now."

Fuck! Only start now?!