More like leans.

As the look on her face changes to a conflicted mix of lust and resignation, you know you have her.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Elizabeth says, as you wince, "You really are the world's biggest slut, aren't you?"

"Hey, I told you, I'm a virgin!" You reply, "I just aspire to be the world's biggest slut."

"Learn some damn shame, you cat-in-heat," She sighs, "Look, if this is really the only way to get you to calm down and show some restraint, we're doing this by my rules, okay? We can make out, but all of our clothes stay on. It'll still be crossing more than a few lines, but at least if someone sees us, it'll just be a normal line crossing instead of an infamous-school-rumor line crossing."

"I still get to put my hands down your pants," You immediately shoot back, "And taste it afterwards. We each get an orgasm, non-negotiable."

Elizabeth goes silent for a moment as she considers your terms, biting her lip.

"Come on..." You say, "You were in Ashley's office too, right? You know what it's like in there... Filled with lust, getting you all hot and bothered, burning you up... And you got to watch two totally hot girls performing purely for your pleasure, and I know you didn't get any relief yourself... Let me help you with that, please..."

"Yes, I'm worked up," Elizabeth replies testily, "And yes, I really want to fuck you. Have since you first suggested it to Ms. Devlin! But there's more to life than sex, and this screws with things I care about!"

You're about to whine at her a bit in hopes of changing her mind, but she just sighs.

"But whatever," She continues, "It doesn't matter anyway, does it? Either she finds out I made out with her girlfriend, or she doesn't - whether or not we got each other off isn't going to change anything."

You're about to object that Taylor is not your girlfriend and that you're in fact quite straight (normally), but she cuts you off with an angry kiss, as she forces her way on to the couch. It's a different type of kiss than the ones you've shared with Ashley, raw and full of passion... Or maybe just inexperience. Still, that has an appeal all of its own, as her tongue fights with your own, demanding to explore every corner. It feels rough and forceful, as though you were being dominated by the little nerd instead of coercing her.

But you are the one coercing her, and you're not going to let little miss high-and-mighty get off untouched. Your unbutton her blouse, and your hand makes its way underneath her bra, as she gives a little gasp of response; you knew she was a horny little thing regardless of what she claimed, and her easy reactions just proved it. It wasn't just you; Ashley's office would make anyone a slut!

But you weren't going to let her off easy here - you'd demanded she get an orgasm as well for a reason. You weren't going to hurry things up, you were going to take your sweet time and ensure that someone saw you. Maybe Elizabeth would soon be Taylor's, sure - but for at least a day, you were going to ensure that people knew that Elizabeth was yours. Your hands start kneading at her breasts as her breathing roughens, those all-too-perfect breasts starting to heave in an outfit that was just slightly too small for them.

Breaking off your kiss for a moment, you pinch her nipples, and enjoy the little squeak she makes at the sudden surprise.

"Well?" You ask, licking your lips and giving her a predatory grin, "Feeling better about your choices now? Want to take off the shirts?"

"Christ..." Elizabeth sighs as you wince, "That this would be fun was never once in question. I saw you with Ms. Devlin, for fuck's sake. Just... Hurry up and get me off before someone sees us, you damned skank."

You pout at her obstinacy, but you don't exactly have a lot of patience yourself at the moment - your hands resume their arousing work, playing with her breasts and nipples as her hands turn their attention to yours. Her own inexperience is plain to see, however, and you barely get any satisfaction from her fumblings... Though with how aroused you are, that's hardly a problem. Still, there's Taylor to think about...

"More like this," You say, breaking off your kiss and guiding her hands, "Think about your own breasts more, and how you like them rubbed. Then, think about how that translates to your partner."

With your help, she gets a bit better at it... But she still seems a bit flustered, and it doesn't really help. Well, whatever, she'll have plenty of time to learn, and you have more important things on your mind - like her tasty juices. You're pretty sure that you've gotten as far as you're going to get with her breasts, so you move a hand down to start exploring her snatch... Only to realize that this is actually pretty hard to do with two layers of clothing in the way. Fuck.

"Are you suuure I can't talk you into dropping the clothes?" You ask, breaking off your kiss again, "It'd feel sooo much better for you..."

"Yes, I'm quite sure that you can't talk me into public nudity," Elizabeth replies with exasperation, "I might be enjoying this a lot more than I'd expected, but I'm still, you know, sane."

"Semi-public nudity," You reply, pouting, "It's totally different."

Still, you respect her wishes this time, and do what you can with the space available to you... Which sadly, isn't much. You can't get your fingers inside her at all; the most you can do is fumble around her clit. But much to your frustration and horror, those fumbling efforts are still enough to bring her the rest of the way there! The little minx was either the easiest woman in the world to please, or she'd been holding back on you!

The way she tries to bury her moans in her arm makes you suspect the former, however. Maybe it was just all of the pent-up frustration from having been in Ashley's office, but she certainly seemed sensitive.

"Just you left, then..." Elizabeth says, giving you a small smile.

...Fuck, you really wanted her to get caught out today, but you weren't going to sacrifice your own pleasure for it. Well, whatever, she was Taylor's girlfriend anyway... Or would be soon, at least. Changing your position on the couch, you spread your legs a bit more and shift your body to help guide her hand... While taking a surreptitious lick of your fingers. They tasted slightly salty, but that was all, much to your disappointment. You assumed you just hadn't gotten enough of her taste on you to, well... Taste.

Much to your surprise, Elizabeth does a lot better with your lower lips than she did your chest - although you realize why, after a moment. She'd gotten far more opportunities to study you down there than she had up above. Sometimes you shift in discomfort as she applies too much pressure, and sometimes you have to whisper a suggestion in her ear, but it's only a minute or two before you get off as well.

And with that, you continue to kiss Elizabeth over some rather subdued objections. You stopped with the wandering hands, of course, but... There was no need to give up the tongueplay, right? Now that everyone's hands were back where they belonged, there would be no real scandal if you were caught, and you could just part your heads if you heard anything. Elizabeth seemed to think the same, since she wasn't putting much effort into backing away anymore.

Except... As the fog of lust started to clear from your head with your newfound satisfaction... You started to wonder what the hell you were doing here. You'd extorted a well-intentioned woman into sex, and you'd wanted to, what, pull some kind of weird domination stunt on her? Despite knowing that she'd be a great girlfriend to your best friend, something you'd been wanting for years? You weren't even a lesbian, snogging Elizabeth would just be a passing pleasure!

...Right? You thought about how you felt at this moment; kissing her was actually kind of fun, and you appreciated how soft her kiss was compared to Brad's. Though Brad was a drunken make-out session at a high school party, so that wasn't really a good comparison, just your only halfway-reasonable comparison. You could actually keep going at this for quite a while, and you think you'd enjoy yourself. But when you picture her body, or the idea of feeling her up again... Yeah, that wasn't doing anything for you. There's no revulsion at the idea, it just... Doesn't sound fun. Pretty much the same as before, then?

Okay, so you liked kissing a lot more than you'd realized, now that you'd actually kissed someone seriously. But with the introspection over, it was time to stop abusing this poor woman, and actually apologize for whatever the fuck you had been thinking.

Or at least, that had been the idea. Except, your best intentions are cut short by a sudden call from the doorway.

"Maya?" Taylor asks, hesitantly.