Accept her help.*

You whimper and tell her that you're extremely close. She smiles, and slides her fingertips up your legs to gently lift your skirt. You take hold of her harm, but she shushes you and gives you a sudden and unexpected peck on the lips.

"Don't worry, Jane. This is going to feel amazing... and then we can go inside. Or would you rather linger out here until they come and check on us?"

You cringe, and gently let go of her arm. She goes right to it and lifts up the front of your skirt to brush her fingers across the front of your underwear. You moan and your legs tremble. Periodically, your eyes flash to the front door, praying nobody comes outside. You couldn't deal with even more embarrassment. You urge her to hurry up, though it's more from your sexual frustration than anything else.

The smirks and slides her fingers beneath your panties. She begins to plunge deep between your legs with expert precision. She seems to know the exact places to touch and how to make you moan. With one arm, she keeps you steady, and with the other, she brings you almost immediately to an orgasm.