We Walked Inside the Cafeteria

We walked inside and managed to snag a corner table. Shreya immediately dropped into her seat, sprawling back carelessly. I smiled at her. "Want anything in particular?"

She shook her head. "Whatever you're getting. I'm not picky."

I rolled my eyes at her white lie and headed to the counter, ordering some fries and two cans of Coke. A few minutes later, I made my way back with everything balanced on a tray. Shreya had her head resting on her folded arms, face-down on the table.

"These tables are filthy," I said. "Who knows when they last wiped them down. Don't put your face there."

She stuck her tongue out at me—her signature move—but sat up anyway. "Hurry up, hand me the can. I'm dying of thirst."

I smiled and set the plate down, then passed her one of the Cokes. She popped it open immediately and took a long sip, her eyes closing for a second like it was the best thing she'd tasted all day.

I sat down beside her, cracking open my own can and doing the same.

Sitting close to Shreya, I nursed my Coke and caught her scent. Raw. Unmistakable. She'd never been into all that girly stuff—no deodorant, no perfume. After running around campus all day in this heat, she reeked of sweat, that sharp musk practically radiating off her skin. Most guys would probably wrinkle their nose. Me? It did something to me. Something that made my stomach tighten and my blood run hot.

I couldn't help myself. I leaned in slightly, breathing her in deeper while she focused on draining her Coke. That thick, earthy scent hit me hard, flooding my senses. We'd been drowning in exams and assignments for months, barely stealing a moment alone together. My body responded before my brain could intervene—blood rushed south, hardening me instantly, and my hand moved on instinct, sliding onto her thigh over her skirt.

Shreya felt my touch immediately. She turned, her gaze flicking down for just a second before meeting my eyes again. A slow, knowing smile curved across her lips.

"Really?" she whispered, her voice dripping with amusement. "Right here? In the canteen?"

I looked at her, heat pooling in my chest. "Sorry. It's been way too long since we've had any time alone."

My hand slipped from over her skirt to underneath it, fingers grazing the warm skin of her inner thigh. Shreya wasn't the type to gasp and push me away with some bullshit about propriety. Instead, she glanced around quickly, checking that our corner remained unwatched. Satisfied, her own hand dropped boldly to my lap, palming my cock through my pants and rubbing firmly.

Her touch sent a jolt through me, and I reciprocated eagerly. My fingers traveled higher under her skirt, finding the cotton of her panties. I pressed against the fabric and felt dampness—sweat mixed with her arousal, hot and slick. I rubbed her through the thin barrier a few times, feeling her heat radiating against my fingertips, before reluctantly pulling my hand back.

I brought my fingers to my nose and inhaled deeply, taking in the raw, heady scent of her.

Shreya watched me, wrinkling her nose with a teasing grimace. "Ew. You know you're smelling everything from my entire disgusting day at school, right?"