More About Maeve

“So, what’s it like being at one of the top schools in your country?” you asked Maeve.

The conversation had shifted throughout the last hour, and Gemma and Sabrina were more focused on Amanda now and you could tell the closer to ‘go time’ you all got, the more Sabrina was getting submissive-horny. She was biting her lip and flirting with the immense-breasted coed and you could tell she was hoping Amanda was going to be more dominant. Gemma was flirting too, but in a more casual, friendly manner that seemed to be mutual.

Maeve shrugged in response to your question. “I assume it’s pretty much the same as being at any other Uni,” she said. “There are other smart people and a lot of people who make me wonder how or why they’re there. And sometimes those aren’t just the other undergrads. Honestly, I try not to spend too much time around campus - I’m not a ‘group’ person.”

“Hey, to each their own,” you said. “Though you seem to be a ‘group’ person tonight.”

She smirked a little, looking at you through those black-rimmed glasses in a way that made her seem like a sexy, aloof librarian but also like a tipsy party girl on the prowl. “I’m interested in… non-traditional sexual experiences when they become available in a safe way,” she said. “A fivesome, even a one-male multiple-female matching, is something that interests me. The fact that you seem to have two intelligent, stable girlfriends who are aware of each other speaks to a certain sexual proclivity and experience between the three of you. Unless of course you’re either secretly a **** dealer or in some sort of sex cult. **** beyond carefully dosed hallucinogenics are a no-go for me, by the way.”

“You don’t have a problem if we’re a sex cult though?” you asked with a chuckle.

“Depends on the tenets of the cult,” she shrugged.

You snorted and chuckled, then realised she wasn’t exactly joking. “Maeve, I hope you don’t find it too forward for me to say I think you’re an intriguing woman and I’m looking forward to tonight,” you said.

“It’s not too forward,” she said. “Is it too forward to ask if you’re hard right now?”

That one got you to blush just a little. “In most other situations it would be,” you said. “But right now I think I can flow with it. I’m not, though that dress you’re wearing is certainly pushing me towards it.”

“Prominent nipples had a distinct psychological effect on parties interested in the female form,” Maeve said. Her British accent somehow managed to make the clinical discussion still sound sexy to you.

“So you wore that dress specifically to tease me with your ‘prominent nipples?’” you asked.

“You, and Sabrina,” Maeve said, nodding slightly over to your girlfriend. “I noticed that she, even more than yourself, has a tendency to glance at other women’s breasts. When I was preparing for tonight I assumed she would enjoy the visual stimulation.”

“And what are your findings?”

She pursed her lips a little in thought. “They seem to have had the desired effect on Sabrina. You seem to be better able to control your carnal subconscious and glance down at mine and Amanda’s breasts much less frequently. Can I rub your cock?”

That last bit took you off guard a little and you coughed. “Here?” you asked.

She nodded. “Circumspectly, obviously. I’m interested to know what we’ll be working with tonight. You may cup my breast or pinch my nipples in response if you’d like.”

“I would like,” you said, “But I think it would be harder to do that without people noticing. How about we kiss instead? I’m sure that will help inspire the proper feel you’re looking for.”

“Excellent idea,” she said.

Without any other preamble, Maeve moved towards you around the rim of the circular table and went up on her toes a little more to plant her black painted lips on yours while her hand slid between the two of you and firmly felt up your dick through your slacks. You, meanwhile, let one hand fall to her waist where you confirmed she definitely wasn’t wearing a thong or any panties under the tight dress, while your other hand stayed flat on the table. Your cock quickly started to rise to the stimulation, pressing against her palm, but you were a little distracted by the kiss.

You couldn’t decide if it wasn’t intimate without being passionate, or the reverse. It felt good, and her kissing technique was a little unique, but she tasted of the sugary cocktail she’d been drinking and she smelled like an interesting woody scent from her makeup. Her tongue pressed confidently between your lips and danced with yours. But for all that it was a deep kiss, there wasn’t any real emotion behind it. When you kissed Sabrina or Gemma, or even Becks or Tasha, like that there was always a spark of… something. Lust, at least. And love. Even kissing Mallory deeply had carried emotional baggage that the two of you had traded.

It was like Maeve had a wall up, and she didn’t want to show any of herself despite it being a really good kiss.

The lack of emotion kept it from being toe-curling.

When she pulled away she smacked her lips a little and you saw that the black paint on her lip hadn’t smudged so you hoped it wasn’t all over yours now.

“That was hot,” Sabrina said, grinning at the two of you from across the table. Amanda and Gemma were both looking at you with expressions that said they’d been interested in the show as well - not to mention several men around the bar who seemed to have started making the decision that if you were kissing Maeve, the others must be single.

“I think I’m going to be… satisfied, with what you’re offering,” Maeve said, regulating her words as she gave your cock one more squeeze before withdrawing her hand. She turned to Amanda. “Want a turn?”

“Maybe not right in public,” Amanda said with a slight flush.

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