Cheesecake

Nia and I sat at a table in the corner of the shop. We had both finished our last classes for the day and wanted to spend time together before she needed to head back home. A new bakery just opened near the campus, and it seemed like the perfect opportunity to indulge Nia’s sweet tooth.

Nia scoffed between bites of her cake.

Nia: I’m just saying Em, it’s so frickin’ annoying that all these places want you to scan their menus on your phone now. I’m tired of them clogging up my downloads!

Emery: I get what you mean. Granted, it’s probably not good to have so little space on your phone that a couple PDFs fill it up.

Nia: Sure, but the room on my phone is none of their fricking business! I wanna keep my pics n stuff! …This cake is tasty as fuck though, so I guess I shouldn’t bitch too much.

I had to agree on that front. Nitpicks of the establishment aside, their food was excellent. Even as someone who didn’t often indulge in desserts, I had to admit that this pie was in the upper echelons of my dining experiences.

Emery: Mine too. I’m glad you wanted to scope out this place.

Nia: Oh yeah? Lemme have a bite and see.

Emery: Only if you share some of yours.

Nia pursed her lips and made a show of considering the trade.

Nia: Hmmm, I guess I could spare a bite…but you have to give a little extra sugar to comp me, hehe.

She leaned around the table and kissed me on the cheek.

Nia: Taken in advance, of course!

I leaned over and gave her a quick peck in return.

Emery: As many as you need, hun.

We chuckled as we exchanged bites and light bits of conversation. The atmosphere was very cozy; perfect to decompress after a long day of lectures.

A short while later, a collective ping interrupted Nia as she was ranting about one of her professors. It was from our special group chat with Rina. I opened the app to check the message…then immediately closed it as a batch of scantily clad photos of our friend were previewed on my screen. Nia, on the other hand, did no such thing. As her back was facing the wall — unlike myself, whose back faced the bakery’s front counter — she was perfectly able to thumb through the set of seemingly pornographic images.

A smile steadily grew on her face as she looked them over, accompanied by a light blush. She turned to me with that telltale glint in her eye; I could already hear the wheels spinning in her head.

Nia scooted close to me, threw her arm over my shoulder, and held her phone up in the air with a big smile.

Nia: Say cheesecake!

Upon taking the selfie, she swiftly shot off a text, gave me an unexpectedly deep kiss, then stood up.

Nia: I’ll be right back, cutie. I’m gonna…go to the bathroom real quick, hehe.

I watched as she skipped off. Though obvious, the thought that she wasn’t going in there for your standard business pervaded my mind.

With her chair now vacant, I took the opportunity to swap seats and pull my phone back up. A minor degree of privacy now assured, I opened the app and looked at the group chat once more.

The first picture to greet me was the one I primarily caught a glimpse of before. It was of Rina alone in one of the school gym’s shower rooms. She was sitting on a bench, glistening with sweat and looking away from the camera, acting aloof, as if she didn’t even know the picture was being taken. She was practically naked; wearing only a thin crop top — which highlighted her strong core muscles in particular — and a pair of skintight spats, as well as a wet towel draped over her defined shoulders. Along the top of the cluster of pictures came a comment:

Musclecat: Trying to cool down after practice! - Today at 4:19pm

I flipped to the next picture in the set and enlarged it. In this one, she was wiping herself off with the towel. A relieved expression painted her, eyes clenched and lips parted in an almost audible groan. Unlike the last photo, the outline of Rina’s hardened nipples and growing erection strained painfully against their confines.

I swallowed heavily and changed over to the last of the set.

Rina’s top was entirely absent now — thrown off into the background along with her sports bra and basketball uniform. Her spats, meanwhile, were pulled down around her shins. She had a crooked grin plastered across her face and her eyes were now locked to the camera. There was nothing left to the imagination; her large breasts, full thighs, and massive dick were on display for all to see. Fresh commentary at the bottom of the final photo replaced the old.

Musclecat: Man, just can’t shake the heat! - Today at 4:19pm

Musclecat: Any tips to help a girl out? - Today at 4:19pm

I couldn’t keep myself from swearing under my breath as I read over the sexts a second time. I reluctantly minimized the image and scrolled down. What had Nia responded with? What was she doing anyways? She had been gone for a while at this point.

Our selfie popped up on the screen, joined by a message Nia had sent cheerfully informing Rina that the two of us were having some dessert at the new bakery next to campus. A portion at the end caught my eye, where she mentioned that “we had the perfect fix for her problem!”

I barely had time to finish the message, however, as a series of pings from the group chat came in quick succession. This time Nia was their source. Despite the haze of hormones, which compelled me to indulge them this instant, I couldn’t help but notice Nia had sent them all individually, instead of in a batch like Rina had. I giggled, she must not have known how to do that. She was adorable.

My greedy instincts were far from sated by wholesomeness though, so I continued thumbing through our lewd messages.

The first showcased Nia’s full body facing the camera. She was staring at the camera with a shockingly tangible want, imparting to the viewer a distinct impression that she could hardly contain herself. To top it off, the middle two buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned and spread with a finger; giving us a not-so-vague outline of her breast’s definition and curvature.

Playing along, Nia had matched Rina’s format with some commentary of her own.

GroundedMermaid: Sweets after stressing your bod are the best imo! You seem a lil too occupied to join us tho lmao. You’ll have to make due with my personal bakery instead. - Today at 4:25pm

I crossed my legs to keep from fully exposing myself in public, but I was confident anyone who saw my expression at that moment would be able to deduce the nature of what I was looking at. Nevertheless, I couldn’t stop now. I scrolled to the next message.

I was greeted with a close up shot of Nia’s ass. Her skirt was absent and her panties were digging into her thighs. Hands digging around and underneath her cheeks, she perked them up and highlighted their incredible definition.

GroundedMermaid: I highly recommend the cake! Their servings are very generous! - Today at 4:25pm

My hands were jittery at this point, but it was still manageable. I hastily flicked my screen to see the final image.

Nia’s backside was still the focus, but this time she was bent over and twisted to face us. She had her close hand spreading her ass to give us a view of both her half-stretched pussy and asshole. She wore a cocky, intensely horny expression and used her other hand to give us a peace sign.

GroundedMermaid: Their pies are also to die for! - Today at 4:26pm

Dear lord… I bit my lip and exhaled as I tried to center myself. I was so engrossed I almost dropped my phone as another text suddenly came in. Upon scrolling down to it, however, I was greeted with a spoilered box — within which I could parse the faint outline of Nia’s form— and a line of text above it.

GroundedMermaid: This one is just for Rina, sorry hun~. No peeking! - Today at 4:27pm

Rina quickly shot back several texts full of panting emojis, praying hands, sweat drops, and other sexually charged praises.

I stared blankly at the screen, torn between my burning need to see the image and the tingling sensation that Nia’s denial sparked inside my brain. My desire to play along eventually won out, and a sigh escaped me as I resisted the urge to “peek”.

Nia: Good boy~. I’m proud of you, hehe.

I jolted in my seat as Nia’s breathy voice filled my ear. I had been so absorbed that I didn’t notice she had returned from the bathroom and was hovering right behind me.

Her hands slid along my shoulders and rested on my chest. Her fingers brushed against my nipples and pinched them softly.

Nia: You like~?

I dumbly nodded my head.

Nia: I think my good boy deserves a reward…you still wanna see the pic~? I’ll let you, if you do one thing for me~.

Emery: Anything!

All the willpower I exercised prior had evaporated in a split second. I didn’t even consider what it could be, the answer tearing itself from my throat as soon as my reaction speed allowed.

Nia: Rina wanted everyone to be involved in the group chat, right? I promised we would fix her issue, so I want you to go in the bathroom and give us a little show too…Kay~?

Again, I barely processed what she said before I found myself marching over to the bathroom. Rapidly I came to the bathroom, locked the door, and scouted where Nia had taken her pictures. The sink’s faucet had a perfect nook to wedge the phone into for hands-free photos, and I planned to make as good a use of it as she had.

I received two more texts on my way here. I checked them to make sure I didn’t miss anything.

The first was expected: Nia, letting Rina know that I’m going to be “spreading the love”. The second, less expected response, was Rina enthusiastically begging for my participation.

Musclecat: OMGG PLS! Spread it! I’m so mf close, Em! - Today at 4:30pm

If there had been any doubt in my mind before this that Rina had been pleasuring herself, as she had implied, this desperation quashed it. The idea of Rina getting off to Nia’s pictures alone had me leaking precum, and the idea that both of them were about to enjoy — and that Rina would even finish to — my own left me gasping. Was this how Nia felt? I found some new sympathy for my girlfriend’s side of our sexual equation.

This minor revelation was hardly helpful, however. My mind was racing for ideas. What did I send them? I was too horny to think of anything clever to say, and I wasn’t very adept at dirty talk to begin with! Not to mention most men had a generally bad reputation for sending trashy nudes; I’d be loath to live up to the stereotype by sending them a badly lit, poorly angled dickpic.

After concentrating, I came up with an idea: Just follow what they had said and done themselves. Full frontal nudity, followed by some racy backshots of my package and ass? It wasn’t the most creative, but originality was rarely someone’s top priority when it came to sex. And, in a sense, Rina and Nia had quite literally asked me to “spread”, after all…

The first pose was easy enough. I angled myself backwards a little, lifted my shirt to my collarbone, flexed my muscles, and propped my cock and balls up slightly with a hand from underneath the frame. I was a little self-conscious of how erect my nipples still were from Nia’s playing, as well as the precum drippage, but the photo turned out well enough.

The next two were more difficult, especially spreading myself. Not in a technical sense; my ass, though not nearly as ample as either of my partner’s, was very well shaped and was plenty plush — by Nia’s own testimony, not just mine. The difficulty lay in working myself up to it. I didn’t dawdle, of course, as I didn’t want to keep my audience waiting. I simply chafed against the idea that this wasn’t a very “masculine” thing to do; an especially frustrating hurdle considering how easily this activity came to me in my youth. I suppose time really does change a person… Thank god I was so horny right now, my inhibitions were drastically reduced.

I took a deep breath and cringed my way through it. I didn’t have anything to be embarrassed about. Not only had every person I had ever been with complimented my butt in some fashion, Nia had requested I catch anal many times over our relationship. I turned her down half the time, but that was irrelevant to this — the knowledge that Nia wanted it was what mattered. Rina wasn’t likely to be any different with her presented attitude and what I knew of her sexuality.

I tried to not unduly scrutinize the pictures once I was done, my plainly visible shyness in specific, and rushed to send them to the group chat. I sat on the toilet for a moment, enduring the intense burning sensation that ran through my face as my phone rang out multiple times.

After a breather, I found it within myself to check the chat and read their replies.

GroundedMermaid: So cute! Been too long babe! - Today at 4:39pm

Musclecat: AAHHH OMFG TASTY AF! And that beauty mark next to your ass!!! - Today at 4:39pm

They went on raving for several more texts, but I set my phone back down after the first two. I was happy they liked them, but… Oh man, that was a lot to take in. Maybe I was wrong to turn Nia’s requests down so often if she liked it that much…

A rapping on the bathroom door knocked me from my trance. I’d forgotten we were still in a public place. I needed to be mindful of that, this was the second time our fun had taken up a restroom.

I ran back to our table and sat next to a happily blushing Nia. She was chowing down on yet another slice of cake.

Emery: Eheh, I’m surprised you have an appetite for more. You had that whole last piece and some of mine.

Her blush grew and she shrugged, all the while giving me a powerful leer.

Nia: It was either get another order, or jump your bones right here in the cafe, and I didn’t want to get banned from this place that fast.

Our phones pinged again.

Musclecat: Your bakeries need some glaze? I’ve got a lot to spare… - Today at 4:45pm

Rina sent us a photo of her legs and one of her hands absolutely covered in cum.

Nia slammed down her fork and stood up.

Nia: That’s it. I’m paying, and then we’re going to your place. Right now.

It was all I could do to box up her leftovers as she physically dragged me to my apartment.