Dump your costume in the washbasket

You ball up your costume, tossing it through the air into the washbasket. Majestically, it soars through the air, landing dead in the middle with a loud thud. Disappointingly, only you see it, but still, that's a win. With that, you turn and head for the door, eager to head to the cafeteria. Suddenly, Caoimhe's voice almost pulls you back.

"Hey Jack, can I talk to you?"

"Sure," you say, unbreaking in your stride.

"Can I talk to you in costume wardrobe, Jack?" she asks again.

"Baby, it's burger night."

"It's important!"

"So is burger night! If I don't get there, they'll be outta cheese, the burger will be small and burnt and there won't be any potato wedges!"

Caoimhe rolls her eyes, before stepping forward and grabbing your cock in her hand, squeezing it tight. She presses her lips against yours, catching you by surprise and pushing you up against the wall. For a moment, she massages your cock in her hand, her tongue in your mouth as you kiss back, your breath still caught in your throat.

"Want to stay now?" Caoimhe asks, biting her lip.

"You're getting more sexually aggressive, and while I'm into it, it's getting scary," you point out.

"Come on. I want to reward you for helping me out earlier."

"Lead the way," you smile.