Help Lopez

“We’ll help,” you say, getting up as well.

Lopez looks skeptical. Julieta is still on the bed, discreetly starting to pose again. You are both kind of… a mess, even though you just cleaned up. It’s a little embarrassing, but your room is starting to smell like arousal. You dried off, but your thighs are still damp. Julieta’s are dripping.

“That’s generous,” Lopez replies. “But on second thought, you don’t seem very focused.”

You grab her hand, tapping into that same corner of your personality that you tried on Rey. It didn’t work with her, but…

“You could help us with that. Then we’re all focused and we’ll all be pro detectives,” you say, glancing at Julieta. “Right?”

The French girl nods vigorously, again just blatantly giving away that she understands English.

Lopez laughs. “I like your enthusiasm.” She’s about to say something, but she hesitates, and you know it’s because she’s tempted. This woman probably doesn’t really think of herself as being someone that’s horny for college girls, but when there’s two of you in her face like this, how would she resist? She’s stuck here because of the storm, so she’s having a rough day.

Her hand is still in yours. You rub her skin with your thumb, and that’s a mistake. It wakes her from her horny trance.

She pulls free. “OK. I can use the help. Make it quick,” she says, grabbing the chair from your desk and spinning it around. She sits and crosses her legs, folding her arms. “I’ll wait.”

“Oh, you like to watch?” you ask, trying to adapt.

She taps her watch impatiently. So she’s horny, but not horny enough to take the plunge. But you see the way her legs and hands are arranged. She didn’t come here hoping for a show, but she’s going to take advantage of getting one.

As for you… an audience? You look uncertainly at Julieta, who is obviously game.

Time to go full CCL. Julieta? You don’t know her intimately, but you’ve heard the rumors about her.

“At least let us borrow your handcuffs,” you say to Lopez.

To your surprise, she hands them over, looking amused.

Julieta leaps to her feet, glowing. Looks like the rumors were true. You cuff her hands behind her back, then march her over to Lopez, where you bend her forward until their faces are just inches apart.

You have beaten Lopez at her own game, and it was easy. She’s too cool to move or look uncomfortable. She has to just sit there.

So she does, keeping her expression mild, looking into Julieta’s eyes. You’re tempted to spend a little time on Julieta’s nude body, but you’re even more interested in seeing if this works.

You give her a light slap on her pale, round, firm buttock. Her body reacts and she lets out a little gasp, but the shiver that follows gives her away. Her rock hard nipples and the drops of moisture rolling down her thighs make it obvious that she could not be happier.

You have never spanked a girl before, and you don’t know anything about technique. You pick up the pace and the pressure, switching cheeks as they redden.

Julieta starts getting red on other parts of her body, and the gasps become little “Mmph,” sounds that are half pain, half pleasure. You pull her hair and make sure she’s looking straight at Lopez, who has shifted in her seat a couple times.

You use Julieta’s hair to steer her face back toward you, and kiss her on the mouth. Then you point her at Lopez and smack her ass hard.

“Ah!” Julieta cries out, her body jerking. Her buttocks are bright red, and her legs are soaked.

You see it in Lopez’s eyes when she gives in. Without a word, she takes Julieta’s face in her hands and kisses her. Julieta, hands cuffed behind her back, eagerly kisses her back, wiggling her body.

You let go of her and quietly slip behind Lopez’s chair, slyly leaning in to insert yourself into the kiss. Lopez accepts it, and her mouth is hot and she smells like sweat and fancy perfume. Julieta crowds in greedily, but awkwardly without the use of her hands. Their tongues and their lips on your flips a switch in you, and it’s like a surge of electricity between your legs. You feel a flash of cold: you’re so wet down there, and there’s a draft. Funny… you don’t remember leaving the window open, but you don’t care. You just moan as Lopez’s tongue enters your mouth and her nails scrape lightly across your bare skin.

You’re still behind her, your hands on her shoulders. You slide them to her generous chest. You can feel her bra in the way, but also her heavy, round breasts. Her belly is flat, but smooth and soft. Without realizing it, she’s parted her legs.

Get Lopez out of her clothes? Or slip your hand into her pants?