Head to the lake again

You quickly head out along the grass, watching for the flashlights of teachers hunting down those who escaped from the party, but their focus is the main building itself and those drunkenly stumbling around or violently getting sick, not the semi-sober students heading out for a little private fun. You hurry around the lake to the far side where you won't be seen or head. Eventually, you reach the spot where Caoimhe asked you to go out with her.

"Well, we're here," you say. "What's in the bag, Caoimhe?"

"Try guess," Caoimhe asks.

"Dildos?" you ask.

Caoimhe frowns, rolling her eyes as you raise an eyebrow.

"Butt plugs? It's definitely butt plugs. I feel my first answer was close enough that I was basically right, though."

"Stop guessing," Caoimhe says with a laugh. "You're gross."

Caoimhe unzips the bag, pulling out a blue, patchwork quilt. She lays it out on the grass, before sitting down on it and patting the space next to her on it.

"Come on, sit down with me," she asks.

You collapse down next to her, as Caoimhe slips a bottle of Jack Daniels out of her bag, offering it to you.

"Just like last time," you point out, as Caoimhe nods. "How'd you even get this? Snag it from the party?"

"I wouldn't steal it! I got my older sister to buy it for me, because I knew you liked it, and I wanted it to be like last time," she says.

"Thanks, Caoimhe. I appreciate it," you smile. "I didn't know you had a sister."

Caoimhe nods, as you take the bottle from her and uncap it, taking a long gulp. You pass it back to her, as she takes a drink, gagging slightly on the noxious liquid. The two of you pass the bottle back and forth for a while, appreciating each others company. You huddle closer and closer, until you're nearly on top of each other, a blanket from Caoimhe's bag huddled around you two. She really has thought of everything.

However, as the two of you cuddle up more and more, you find your old friend emerging. You've moved somewhat behind Caoimhe, one arm wrapped around her as her bum pushes against your hardening cock. Every time she moves, she shuffles her bum against your cock, until it's so hard she's poking her hard in the bum. She doesn't say a word about it though.

After what seems like hours, you tip the bottle of Jack Daniels into the air, only to find it's now completely empty. You begin rubbing your hand against Caoimhe's stomach through her uniform. Caoimhe looks nervously to as her lips purse and her eyes flicker between you and the ground.

"Um, Jack?" she asks.

"What's wrong?" you say.

"I really just wanted to, you know, thank you for taking me out today."

"It was my pleasure. It's hard to find a pretty girl like you to spend my time with," you say.

"I was wondering... if you'd..." Caoimhe says, hands fiddling with her fingers, her breathing nervous and short.

Caoimhe takes a deep breath, before kissing you on the lips. She pushes you back against the ground, as her hand strokes your face and neck. Her other hand moves down to your crotch, rubbing against your hardened cock, before she unzips your pants, pulling it down so your saluting member can pop out. Caoimhe stares down at it, as her eyes widen. She stares at it for a moment, as you realize just how cold it is.

"Are you OK?" you ask.

"Sorry, I was getting a bit nervous, so I kind of just went for it," Caoimhe blushes. "Is it OK if I... you know, touch it?"

"Go ahead," you grin.

Caoimhe’s small, soft fingertips slowly begin tracing the dick and balls, running along it. You groan at the feeling of her warm fingers dancing along your length, teasing you so gently.

“It’s not a work of art,” you say. “You’re sure spending a lot of time staring at it. Plus, you don’t have to be so delicate.”

Caoimhe laughs nervously, as her fingers wrap around your cock, holding it tightly in her hand. She gives it a firm squeeze, before running her hands along your cock, feeling every detail of your meaty cock in her hand.

“It’s harder than I thought it’d be,” Caoimhe notes. "Bigger, too."

“Is this your first time touching one?” you ask, as she nods.

After a few moments of massaging your cock, she pauses, shivering in the cold.

"Sorry, it must be very cold for you," she says.

She tilts her head down, letting out a long stream of warm drool that drips down, covering your cock with it. She continues to massage your length, as moving back and forth tantalizing slowly, Your cock is ready to explode, your balls tightening as she continues to massage your cock. You let out a shiver of pleasure, barely holding back a groan.

"Still cold?" she asks, a worried look flashing over her curious expression.

"Not at all," you reply.