Angie

It’s Angie.

A faint dribble of cum at the corner of her mouth confirm it immediately she was on the other side. She’s blushing lightly but wearing a easy, playful smirk.

Angie wipes the corner of her mouth with her thumb, then licks it clean without hesitation.

“Well shit,” she says with a soft laugh. “We gotta stop meeting in the toilets so much, Jack. People are gonna start talking.”

You chuckle, still a little surprised. “Didn’t expect it to be you.”

“Surprise,” she says, shrugging casually. “You’ve got a nice cock though. I’d recognize it anywhere at this point.”

The two of you stand there for a quick chat, she teases you about not meeting up more, asks how your adventures with Sarah have been going, and complains about Monday morning classes. The conversation is relaxed and flirty, like nothing unusual just happened.

Before you part ways, Angie pulls out her phone. “Anyway, call me if you wanna hang out… or hook up later. I’m usually down for either.” She gives you a wink and a sly smile.

You exchange a quick nod and go your separate ways.