Don’t let her leave

“And how can I be sure you’ll come back and not just leave me here like some weirdo in the middle of the quad with a ragging boner?” You ask Heather.

Heather seems surprised at your question, and tries to say in an innocent voice, “What you don’t trust me?”

“No,” you answer, “it looks like the fire department has left, we can go up to my dorm room. But I’ll need some help.”

Heather looks at you with a puzzled look on her face.

“You have to help me get there without anyone seeing my hard-on.”

“Well that sounds like you are changing our deal,” Heather retorts, “What extra thing do it get?”

“What do you want?” you blurt out starting to get nervous about your cock still at full mast in your thin gym shorts.

“After I give you my panties, let me watch you take care of yourself with them. Because I know that’s what you are going to do with them.”