You do nothing

You immediately discard the idea. She probably won't appreciate you taking advantage of her right now. So you wait patiently for Alice to do something. Anything.

"Robbie...." she speaks to you without turning her head. "Could you please pull your cock out?". You couldn't believe your ears. "What?". She turns to you and looks you straight in the eye "Robbie, I'm desperate. I need you to pull your cock out". Without waiting for an answer, she turns away and starts to unbuckle her own trousers. Stunned, you watched her pull her trousers and knickers down in one go before your mind catches up and you quickly follow suit. Your cock in hand, you stand up to eagerly present it to Alice.

She has spread her legs out, one of them on the seat, offering you an easy view of her wet pussy and giving herself easy access for her wandering fingers. Her pussy is completely hairless except for a thin landing strip and the inside of her thighs glisten with her juices. She's staring at you. At your hard cock. But there's a glazed look in her eyes. You realize she's not looking at you or your cock. In her mind's eye, she's looking at John and his much larger member. She starts caressing her outer lips now, lightly thumbing her hard clit. You feel embarrassed. Your hard cock is exposed but she's fantasizing about another man.

Though lost in her fantasy, she still speaks to you. "I'm afraid that he will destroy me. I'm afraid that if this is what he made me into just by fucking my face, what will I be by month's end?". You realize she's not just speaking to you. She's also speaking to herself, immersing herself in the fantasy she's telling. "He will fuck my face every morning before uni. And he's fucking my pussy raw every evening. Making me bite into my pillow every night after he breaks in virgin ass". She's pushed her fingers deep now, slowly fucking herself. You sit back down and follow suit, stroking yourself in time with her fingers. Her eyes follow you, still focused on your cock. "Then he's make me get onto my knees between classes, fucking my face, cumming onto my chest, my face and my hair. Marking me at his territory. And I won't be able to get all of it off before my next class starts. Or worse, he makes me wear it all day. The look on the other girls' faces when they notice. When they smell the cock stink on my breath. The whispers behind my back. Or being called a slag to my face. The humiliation of it....". She lets out a long moan as she speeds up her fingers. She pulls her shirt and bra up with her free hand to rest above her tits. Her bare breasts exposed, she plays with them, caresses them, pinching her hard nipples.

"And Daphne and Jen! How can I look them in the eyes? After I've looked down on them for so long for being so easy? I'm worse than they are! And my sister?! Oh God, there's no way she's not going to hearing all about it! Not when John bragging about his latest slut. And the cum! She's going to be able to see it! And smell it! How can I face her at all when I've called a slut?!" She sobs but doesn't stop fucking herself. If anything, she's going even faster. You follow suit, edging yourself closer to orgasm. Suddenly, she lets out a long moan and her body nearly spasms as she suffers through her second and not likely last orgasm of the night. You cum in time with her, sperm sputtering out to spill over your hand. Exhausted, Alice rests her head back onto seat rest not bothering to hide her sweat-covered and mostly bared body. You do the same, resting your free arm on the table and your head across it.

You do not know how long the two of you spent resting like that but you come to a sudden wake when Alice lightly knocks your head. You lift you head to see Alice dressing herself. You can't help but notice she has neglected her bra. Her hard nipples making very visible tents through on her white blouse. "You should go"

"What about you?" you immediately ask. She shakes her head. "Don't worry about me. I'm just going to be avoiding John for the rest of the night. Can't really trust myself right now". You can't help but nod in agreement and immediately feel guilty for it. You quickly pull your trousers and pants back on, wiping your hands on your trousers legs before buckling up. "I'm going back to the bar. I'll cover for you". She hugs you and you return it, ignoring the smell on her breath. "Thanks".

She pushes herself past the crowd, her bra and knickers visibly in her pockets. You scan the crowd for familiar faces but you do not recognize anyone. You wonder how long have just you and Alice been in the booth alone? Long enough for John to score with Sarah? You hope not.