Lunch with Young Leaders

You enter the restaurant with the three young women leading you to a booth table. You sit next to Joya, and Mia is across from you, with Penelope beside her. The four of you have a casual conversation while ordering.

While conversing, you should consider how you’ll register these women. If your girls continue on to the university here, they’ll be their classmates. Five seconds seem short until you have to awkwardly touch an acquaintance for that time.

As your food arrives, Joya’s hand sits on your leg. With her hand there, you can’t help but think of using the app. You select Under the Table. Her hand twitches as you do so. Joya gives you a questioning look as her hand moves more precariously.

You spread your legs, signaling your consent, and then secretly guide her hand between the buttons on your dress. Joya’s hand flinches when it feels how soaked your panties are. Watching her face twitch as she tries to hide her emotions is cute.

What you didn’t expect is for her to move your right hand to her crotch. However, she doesn’t pull you into her skirt. You gently rub her vagina through her skirt. The fabric is on the lighter side, so you can feel Joya’s underwear and the contour of her lower lips.

Joya’s fingers glide across your lubricated panties, pressing and squeezing. “MMmm~” you moan, “These tastes good.”

“This arrangement is indeed delicious,” Mia agrees.

You continue to eat, and the focus turns back to lecturing Joya on being more moderate in her journalism. The whole time Joya massages your vagina through your underwear. She seems to be doing it without thinking at this point.

You begin to worry that you won’t get a chance to register them when you get a phone call. You pick it up with your left hand. “Hello, president.” The three girls' eyes widen, and they all seem to lean forward to try to hear. Weren’t you two just lecturing Joya?

“Annabell, we’ve decided to create a separate class as a test case,” Liliana informs you. You’re a bit surprised that Surya isn’t the one calling you. The old president would never directly communicate like this.

“That makes sense. I think that there could even be a separate dorm eventually. Give the students a choice,” you say thoughtfully.

Liliana joyously says, “I’m glad you’re on board. I had the same thoughts as you,” there is a pause as she takes a deep breath, “Can I rely on you to take care of it?” she asks insecurely.

Your right-hand pauses its actions. “MeeEEee~” Joya slips a finger into your vagina. “Ahem, me?”

“Yes, I hate to say this, but I’m already at my limit. We could wait on this, but I think this is the best opportunity to make a change. I won’t lie to you if you aren’t involved. I doubt we’ll ever get things moving,” The president informs you with self-derision.

You feel pretty put upon by this sudden request. You don’t care much about the school if your girls don’t continue their education. But if they change their mind and continue with Lilly School for Girls, this class will benefit them. If you disagree, it won’t happen quite the conundrum.

You bite your lip in thought and to suppress the growing fire in your crotch. You release a deep sigh. “I’ll take it on.”

“Sorry, I’m not, no, I am trying to pressure you. Sorry,” Lilliana’s voice is sad, making you frown.

You cover your mouth and quietly say, “You’re the president now. You need to be strong.”

“I know. Thank you again. We’ll need to round up some students next.”

“You’ve handed this over to me. Focus on the fights in front of you.”

“Ok, I’ll have Surya review it with you later tonight. If that’s works for you?”

“That works for me. The girls are out for the week, so I’m too free,” You agree to the meeting. After which, the phone call ends.

The three girls look at you with starry eyes. Joya quickly asks, “That was the new school president, right!?”

Mia leans forward, “Miss, you’re extraordinary.”

“Oh~, you’re over-praising meeEe~” Joya has been gentle, so you’ve been well-edged, but you’re reaching your limit. As you speak, you tap her leg to signal her to stop. She seems to get your hint and pulls her hand away.

Penelope’s eyes are full of anticipation as she asks, “Can I help?”

“I will need some help. But it’s still a work in progress. Talking in a public place isn’t a good idea,” I touch my chin in thought, “I think I’m going to freshen up.” I get up and head for the bathroom.

I thought they’d get the hint and follow, but only Joya shifts out of her seat with you. “I have to use the restroom, too,” she states.

As you walk away, Joya notices they are just sitting there looking at each other. She walks over and whispers something, and they all soon join you in the bathroom. You beckon them into the stall.

The girls blush at the close proximity and unusual circumstances. You lean into them conspiratorial and make sure to touch Penelope and Mia. They are **** to squeeze into each other as you box them in.

“There will be a new class that might turn into its own branch of the school,” you say quietly.

“A new class?” Joya asks.

“There are three reasons for this new class. The first is because there are girls like my daughters who want to experience new things. We sent them on an excursion to see if they want to leave the school or not. Second, President Lilliana wants to make some reforms but is getting pushback. We’ll use the class as a proving ground.”

Penelope asks, “what, eee, kind of reforms?” You got them.

“Nothing is set in stone. We discussed more sports, new classes, and field trips outside the compound,” You state. Then you look at Joya, “The largest reason is because of Joya or specifically young women like her.”

Mia purses her lips and guesses, “Troublemakers?” Joya also seems to have this idea, giving you a sad puppy face.

“No,” you give her a supportive pat on the shoulder, “Women who might not have much control over their lives after they leave. We want to give them a safe place to make experiences and pursue their interests.”

Joya shivers a little and delicately grips your sleeve. Penelope questions Joya, “What’s wrong?”

Joya answers with an unusually shaky voice, “I’m betrothed to some old guy. I’ll probably be locked away.”

You nod with a frown. “There are many girls who are sent here to remain pure. It’s ridiculous to give the best education and then lock the girl away. But for many families, it’s about the prestige of attending, not the education that’s important.”

Mia says, “I didn’t know.”

“It’s not something I can do anything about.”

“But you’re sad,” Penelope says, hugging Joya.

“What?” Joya didn’t even seem to notice she was crying. She gingerly touches her damp cheeks.

Mia hugs the sad woman as well. “I know we can’t be of assistance, but if you wish to converse, contact me anytime.”

“Or you just need a shoulder to cry on,” Penelope adds.

You hug all three girls as Joya lets out her built of despair. Most people would have thought Mia and Penelope would dislike Joya, but you knew right when you saw them together that they care about Joya.

“You can be of assistance by convincing her mom to enroll in the special class,” You inform the girls.