Not Pammy

You see someone, and although you can't make out the identity of the person from where you're sitting, you can tell it's a male. Instinctively, you activate your invisibility ring as a defensive measure. As the person nears, you see that there's someone behind him, a female. You can tell that it's not Pammy, since this person is taller and has flowing blonde locks that seem to shine even with the limited amount of light coming through the trees.

When they get closer to the gazebo, you can see them better. Both of them must be students and they're a good looking couple. The male looks like a typical jock, blonde crew cut, buff body, and wearing a letterman jacket. Footballer, you'd bet. He's holding a picnic basket in 1 hand, while leading his companion with the other. His companion is about his height, blonde with full lips and slim. From her figure, you're guessing she's also an athlete with her long legs and lean body. She's wearing a long skirt and sweater, not the best attire to be out here in the woods.

"George, I thought you said we were going to have a picnic? I thought we were going to the quad or something," the girl whines, clearly not thrilled about being here.

"We are! Look, a gazebo all to ourselves! A bro told me about it. Didn't you say gazebos are romantic, Claire?" the jock says, gesturing at the gazebo as they approach. Invisible to them, you quietly hop off the table and step to the side of the gazebo, leaning against 1 of the railings holding the fragile looking structure up to stay out of their way. The couple steps into the gazebo and George the jock retrieves a picnic blanket out of the basket and spreads it over the round table like a table cloth. Next, he pulls out 4 candles and lights them, placing them around the gazebo on the railings, creating a romantic atmosphere as the sun sets and it gets darker.

"Huh? Not bad, right?" George says, holding a hand out to the girl. She shrugs nonchalantly and takes his hand, letting him lead her over to the table. He kisses her and as she puts her arms around him, lifts her by the waist onto the table so that she's sitting on the edge of it. They make out passionately as Claire spreads her legs for George to step in closer to her, and unknown to them, you're standing less than 2 feet away with a great view. In between kisses, George pulls the sweater over Claire's head and tosses it on the ground, revealing the tight, pink t-shirt Claire is wearing underneath. Without the sweater, you can now see that her breasts aren't very big, and might even be a little on the small side. Nonetheless, it doesn't stop George's hands from roaming all over her body and lingering on her chest.

Without making any noise, you walk over to the picnic basket behind George, hungry for a snack to go with the show. However, when you open the lid, you see that it's empty. It looks like the horny jock only had 1 thing on his mind in luring Claire out here. You wonder how mad she'd be if she found out. As you stand behind George, you can see Claire's eyes are closed as she kisses him back.