What the hell was that?

What an unbelievable jerk!

Traci couldn’t believe the brazenness that Brad had showed back at the café. And what about his “date” Monica? She didn’t seem to have any problems with being groped in public like that. And what was it she said to Brad - that she couldn’t wait to…suck his cock?

What a shameless thing to say, especially in public!

Didn’t that girl have a shred of self respect or modesty?

Traci counted her blessings that she had such a respectful and non-pig of a boyfriend. Tommy would never try to suggest something so disgusting!

And if that’s the sort of thing that Monica would openly talk about wanting to do, who knows what kind of twisted things they were getting up to right now? Not that Traci wanted to know!

It was suddenly getting hard to breathe. Traci fanned herself with a sheet of paper she pulled from her bag and found that she had been rubbing her thighs together. The wooden slats of the bench she was sitting on creaked softly from the movement of her legs. How long had she been doing that?

Traci got up from the bench and checked her campus map. She didn’t want a repeat of her first class, and this time she would make sure she got to her destination with time to spare. She fired off a few quick texts to Tommy then began walking.