She can handle herself

"Fine," I said. "But don't say I didn't warn you."

"Yeah, yeah, thanks," Jasmine waved me off. "Anyway, who's that?" she asked.

"Who?"

Jasmine pointed towards the other end of the canteen. "The guy who looks kinda like a skinny Chris Hemsworth; he was looking at you weird."

I looked over, and saw the guy she was talking about: short brown hair, blue eyes and a tanned, almost weathered face. Honestly, he was quite cute, but I don't think I'd ever seen him before - he was probably a new kid.

"Ok, does anyone else think this is weird?" Chrissie asked. "Two guys have been staring at you."

"Maybe they just want a piece," I smirked, but inwardly I was starting to get anxious. "You sure seemed to last night," I winked.

Chrissie giggled and blushed, and Jasmine looked between us like she was watching a tennis match. "What's this?"

I smiled as I watched Chrissie squirm. "You gon' fill this young lady in?" I said, putting on my Texan accent.

"Oh my God," Chrissie muttered, and her blush deepened.

"What's wrong?" I grinned.

"No way," Jasmine said, her eyes wide. "Did Chrissie ...?"

Quickly kicking off my shoe, I stretched my leg out and gently rested my foot on her knee. She flinched slightly, glaring daggers at me. "Hey, Emily came onto me," Chrissie said indignantly.

"And then you came onto me," I winked, stroking her inner thigh with my foot.

Chrissie's blush deepened, and she clenched her legs together, trapping my foot. "Stop!" she whispered angrily.

"No way!" Jasmine laughed. "You pair of dykes!"

"Tell the whole world, why don't you?" Chrissie glowered.

I was grinning by this point. "Your face is a tomato, by the way," I said, trying to maneuver my foot further up her leg. Managing to wriggle out of her grip, I stroked her crotch with my toes; Chrissie gasped and squirmed, dropping her fork onto her lunch tray.

"Oh my God, get a room," Jasmine grinned, watching Chrissie intently as I wiggled my toes to bring her closer to orgasm. "This is brilliant," she whispered.

Squirming, Chrissie struggled to keep a look of composure on her face. As it was, her face was flushed, and her breath was coming in short, shallow gasps. "I fucking hate you," she whispered.

I leaned forwards, looking right at her, and lowered my voice so that only she and Jasmine would be able to hear me. "I know, but you're a good little slut, and you're gonna take it for me," I whispered seductively. "I want you to look around at everyone in this hall, because when you cum, I'm gonna make you scream so that they all hear you."

Chrissie was clutching the edge of the table so hard that her knuckles had gone white. "Fuck you," she moaned softly. Jasmine giggled.

"I know you want to put on a show for everyone," I whispered. "Go on, moan like a whore for me."

She glared daggers at me - or tried to. As soon as she did, her expression instantly softened into a mask of barely-suppressed bliss. A soft moan escaped her lips, which she quickly stifled. I glanced around nervously, but luckily it didn't seem like anyone had heard.

"Oh God, I'm gonna cum," Chrissie gasped. I could feel her legs trembling.