You're interrupted, talking will have to come later

"I love when you hold me," you mumble. Trish kisses your shoulder again and then traces a line of kisses over to the nape of your neck. Feeling her hot breath on your skin makes you shudder. She shifts her arm slightly so that her hand wraps protectively around your belly and you feel warmth and safety. Right now you'd do just about anything for Trish.

That's when a tapping against the glass startles you both. You jerk your head back, nearly catching Trish's nose, and you see a dim outline through the fogged window. Quickly you scramble back, away from the shape in the window, your retreat yanking Trish's softening cock from your hole. 'What the fuck?' you wonder. Why are you curled up against the opposite door? You never backed off, scared like this as a guy.

"Campus police," says a voice from outside, "just need to know that everyone's alright in there." You look at Trish, she looks at you and she starts laughing. The voice outside sounds a little awkward when it speaks again, "Like, I need to know it's all consensual, okay?"

To your shock and horror, Trish uses one hand to pick up her discarded top and uses it to cover her crotch and uses the other hand to open the door. "Yes officer," she says, using her arm to cover her breasts, "we're just having some consensual fun, right Jane?"

In slow motion you see him start to duck his head. Your arms move before you even realize what you're doing - one covering your sex, the other slapping across your breasts. The security guard keeps bending down - god he must be tall - and his eyes take in the situation. Or rather they sweep around the car, then focus first on Trish, then on you.

You don't even feel offended or angry. As far as he can tell he's looking at two smoking hot lesbian girls who just fucked each other like mad. You would have killed to see something like this just a week ago. In fact, you realize you're own eyes aren't just taking in his face. The keep looking lower, to take in just how broad his chest is, how big his hands are and how bulgy the front of his pants are. Damn! You've just been fucked and here you are drinking in the view of this huge, masculine guy. Does your libido ever rest?

"Are you okay, miss?" he asks.

You manage to nod, then say "Yes" then more enthusiastically nod and say "Yes" at the same time.

"You're sure you're okay?" he asks. You feel his eyes on you and you just know he's committing this view to memory.

Finally you get your thoughts under control and give him a **** smile. "Yes! Everything is fine."

In a sultry voice Trish adds, "We've been having so much fun together." You feel a blush that starts in your cheeks and starts to spread. Your chest feels warm and you wonder if you're one of those girls who blushes all the way down to her chest.

"All... alright," he says, "er, have a good night." He closes the door and the dark shape moves away.

Trish's whole body starts to shake with laughter. "Oh Jane, you should have seen the look on your face!" She's laughing so much that she's having problems even staying upright in her seat. Meanwhile you feel all her cum drooling out of your defiled pussy. Not just the most recent load, but whatever was left over from earlier today. Luckily Trish has a little travel pack of serviettes stuffed into the seat back, so you get to work cleaning up the mess you're making.

You're so busy trying to soak up all Trish's cum that you don't keep an eye on Trish herself. You hear the door open and suddenly you find yourself alone in the car. "Back in a minute," your mischievous girlfriend says sweetly as she closes the door again. Damn, the breeze really felt nice. But now you're getting a little cold and you look around for your skirt and your blouse... which aren't there.

You hear the trunk pop open and with a sinking feeling you know exactly what she's up to. Sure enough, after a few minutes rummaging Trish returns and places a neat pile of clothes on the seat between you.