Let's cut to the chase.

Six o'clock couldn't come faster. Neither could you: after regaining your stamina from your vigorous fuck session Yukari spent a while teasing you, mashing her big tits against your crotch until you thought you'd pass out, only to suddenly pull back and refuse to go further. Panting, exasperated, you asked her why, only to receive a cheeky, "Just getting you ready for tonight!"

"Tonight" finally arrives. You throw on a plain t-shirt and hoodie. As you slip on your jeans -- they've been modified to accommodate your massive member -- you prematurely mourn them, so worked up from Yukari's teasing that popping a boner at the wrong time may rip them to shreds. You don't doubt it. As you sit on the couch pulling on your socks and shoes, Yukari walks by and flicks you in the back of the head.

"What was that for?" you ask, rubbing the spot she flicked.

"I dunno," she says, shrugging, as she plops in front of the TV. "Have fun with your titty queen." She looks over her shoulder and winks, and you suddenly register that she's still not really dressed, wearing a t-shirt and thong and nothing else.

"I will," you reply, and when you catch yourself you sigh.

You say goodbye as you head out the door.

"Hi there!" Nishay is a vision, just like before, though she's exposing considerably less flesh. Gone is the swimsuit that turned your mind to jelly, replaced with a black tank top and denim shorts that cover so little thigh they might as well not exist at all. She's wearing a flannel shirt, sleeves rolled up, tied at the bottom. The way the shirt emphasizes her enormous rack -- and the vast canyon of cleavage exhibited by her shirt -- makes you tighten in your poor, abused jeans. She's still wearing flip flops.

"Hey," you say, smiling, waving her over. "How've you been for the last... six hours?" You grit your teeth, betraying your complete inexperience with this sort of thing.

"I've been good," she says, with a light laugh.

"Want some coffee?"

"Yes, please." The two of you head up to the counter to order.

You sip your coffees at an outside table, away from the other customers. The night breeze is cool on your face; you relax a little. "Sorry," you say, circling the coffee lid with your index finger, "I'm actually pretty terrible at smalltalk."

"I didn't notice," Nishay laughs. "That's okay. To be honest... look. Let's cut to the chase." She grins. "You have... you're a late bloomer too, right?"

You cough. "Umm -- yeah."

"I could tell." She raises her eyebrow. "Don't act like you weren't checking me out."

You blush. "I --" Why fight the truth? "You're right. I was."

"That's cool. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't doing the same."

"Oh -- really?" You suddenly shudder. Nishay has slipped her foot out of her flip flop and run it along your thigh, under the table. Her toes curl against your hardening shaft.

"Really," she says, licking her lips. "Listen."

"Listening." It's a battle to get out even a single word.

"Smalltalk is fine. Smalltalk is good. But fuck smalltalk right now, okay? Right now I just want dick, and you've clearly got a lot of it." She bites her lip. "We can chat afterward."

"Wow." You clear your throat. "Umm... thank god, honestly, 'cause I feel like I'm going to pass out." Confidence wells up within you. "Your place or mine?"

"My roomie's throwing a party right now," she says, tapping the lid of her drink. "Shit, you said you have a roommate too, right?"

"Right. But, umm... I don't think she'll mind." You quickly dig your phone out of your pocket and text Yukari: "She wants to come over please don't be weird"

She immediately texts back: "I'm not weird!! Okay fine I'll put on headphones ;3"

You swallow. "Yep, she won't mind."

Nishay sighs with relief. "Then let's go. Now." She winks. You blush as she removes her foot from your crotch, slips it back into her flip flop, and stands up.

By the time you hit the street you're so hard it's difficult to walk.

But somehow you make it.