What the heck? Take the deal.

Might as well get the dare over with so you can continue with the night, you think with a shrug. "Alright, let's do this," you tell Lynn.

"Give us five minutes of you two and the meals are yours," Milo says.

"You boys are in for a hell of a show..." Lynn murmurs with a hint of excitement as she grins and pulls you up to her by the waist up.

Your body butts up against her perched position on the small stationary table and you look at each other. You look into her eyes, not sure exactly how to begin. For the first you notice your heart hammering against you chest. You are up for this, but you didn't realize it would have such an effect on your body. Your skin shivers with goosebumps and your breathing becomes shallow as your lips draw closer to your friend's. Her eyes sharpen as she gazes back into yours, her neck cranes forward and her lips pucker for contact. For a moment, the restaurant is empty except you and Lynn, the parking lot where the others watch on vanishes and your lips meet.

Your cheeks flare up red as your mouth grazes against Lynn's soft pink lips, almost teasing that they will pull away, but that draws you in deeper. You press your lips into hers and they mesh together, sending jolts of pleasure up and down your naked bodies. Lynn's hands runs up your backside and caress your spine as you drag her legs towards you and squeeze her buttocks on the table. The more you kiss each other, the more you want to do it. You make out for a while, pulling away with wet smacks and returning for more kisses.

"That's great, but you promised more than that," Milo says with a little impatience.

Lynn turns and gives Milo a sour look, but keeps a steady gaze on the restaurant worker as she runs her hands up your body and cups your breasts. She kisses your neck and clavicle while both her hands make it over your tits and massage them. You lean back and sigh softly as she kneads your mounds, then she dips her head and flicks her tongue over your left nipple. You gasp and exhale, then stroke her hair as she goes on to suck on your tits one after the other. She glances back at Milo, who is having a hard time hiding his hard on, then smiles and turns her attention back towards you. You stroke Lynn's bare back as you look down at her blonde ponytail bobbing slightly over your breast. It's not right that she has to do the work. You pull her off you and kiss her lips, neck and shoulders as she eases back onto the table. Her perky breasts are exposed to you and you take the soft flesh into your mouth, rolling your tongue over the darker nipple until you can feel it poking out stiffly. You fondly suck on the other breast as well, moving her to climb fully on the table. You climb up to join her, jutting out your behind in the air as you bend down to suck on her tit.

"I honestly didn't know you had this in you, Williams..." Lynn remarks with a grin. She runs her hands over your body again and adds, "I've always thought you had a hot bod... so glad I got to see and feel it..."

You gain the acute sense of eyes on you now with your body in full display of everyone; the restaurant employees and the girls outside. It sends a perverse shiver up your spine to be so exposed, especially to Lynn laying naked underneath you. Her fingers crawl up your thigh and you gasp when you feel them on your honey pot. You look down to her and see her still smiling, pleasant face as they slip inside. It induces a moan and shudder from your body. Lynn's smile grows wider as she finger manipulates you to very visible and pleasurable reactions.

You reach down to her to reciprocate and feel her soft mound give way to your fingers with ease. Lynn's face turns from joy to lost as she anticipates your next move. You feel Lynn slither under you anxiously as she lets out her own moans, eagerly awaiting your penetration. You slide your fingers in and she groans. Her face is a mixture of shock and joy as you feel your way inside her. You both concentrate on fingering each other as your bodies writhe with pleasure like to snakes coiled together. Lynn's legs wriggle in between yours, her fingers are firmly entrenched in your snatch. Your hand gets squeezed by her thigh muscles but you continue to flex and rub the cheerleader from inside her walls. The room is eerily quiet save for your labored breathing and soft moans. Your gaze turns from Lynn to those watching the exhibition. Your audience is completely enraptured in the scene and make no move to end it. Outside, it seems that the girls have a good view of the activities as well.

It may be hard to admit, but you are enjoying yourself, maybe a bit too much. You don't know how long you've been at it, but you don't know if you want to stop either.