Sweet and low

Helena takes you to a table where a brunette is standing, smiling softly. She is wearing a skirt instead of a thong. She seems much more shy than Helena, but maybe that wouldn't be difficult.

The table itself is basically just a glossy platform on the floor with shallow cup-holders. The seats face one another, and are slightly wider due to having no arm-rests. The waitress appears to be standing on a platform next to your table so that you can clearly see that she isn't wearing any panties over her well-trimmed bush. She notices you looking, and gives you a smile. Liz sits down, her legs crossed nervously.

"My colleague will help you today, see-you-later-guys!" says Helena, conspicuously not naming your waitress. "Maude's at eight, right?" she says in more hushed tones to Liz.

"See you then," says Liz in a hush. Helena smiles quickly and marches off to the front to greet more customers.

"Hiya-guys," your waitress says, swaying back and forth to set her skirt twirling, "good-to-see-you-know-what-you'd-like?"

"Hot chocolate, please" says Liz.

"A latte, please," you tell your server.

"Alright-cool-guys-I'll-be-right-back!" she says, and with a slightly exposing hop off her her platform she goes to get your order.

Liz gives a rueful chuckle as she huddles in her seat. "I can't believe that I forgot how much Kava gets on my nerves. I hate this place."

You're surprised by her sudden change in tone. But then you've been playing catch-up ever since you got here --- forget that, since today started. "How come?"

Liz gives you a bit of a scrutinising look. "Oh you know, the usual reasons. The over-the-top fake-friendliness, the way that they keep the staff on stimulants, everything." Suddenly Liz looks uncomfortable, embarrassed. "Somehow I forgot all that in my rush to grab a coffee. Sorry."

This is a bit too much to try to delve into right now, so you try to wave it off. "No worries, I understand," you bluff. "It is all a bit --- weird," you attempt, allowing yourself to be a bit honest.

Liz smiles a little despite herself. "No kidding," she says. She looks down slightly. "I have to say recently that there's one thing about Kava's that I enjoy," she says with a slight giggle.

You look down, realising suddenly that your penis is fully erect and has popped out from under your kilt. Somehow you didn't even notice. No-one seems to mind, though: a waitress passes by and gives you a wink, and Liz herself is grinning like a fool.

Liz stares for a while, looking anxious. Her hand is back on the zipper of her jumper. Finally looks up to you. "I turned eighteen three months ago, and suddenly everything started feeling more --- intense," she said. "Um. I hope you don't mind me telling you this. Amy said that you were pretty --- friendly," she said, absentmindedly pulling the zip almost all the way down to the bottom of her hoodie, staring at your cock.

You've almost caught up to the situation with Liz. Friendliness means something different now. Your body is starting to shake at the possibilities, and you haven't even had your latte yet. Liz doesn't notice, though: she's fixated on your manhood longingly, and you expect that you know what she's feeling.

"Say Liz, this table's a bit wide to become acquainted why don't you come sit on my lap?" you venture.

Liz meets your eyes with a bright smile. "O-okay!" she says with excitement. She practically leaps up. She lifts up her skirt as she turns around, giving you a view of her young pert ass, and between her legs her perfectly shaven pussy. She then settles down on you, spreading her legs to accommodate yours.

Liz sighs contentedly. "You're so warm," she says.

She tentatively reaches down for your cock, taking it experimentally in her hand. You reach into the zip of her hoodie, and take one of her B-cup breasts into your hand.

Liz is taking very deep breaths as she gently squeezes your cock. You've noticed cum stains on some of the clothes of the other women around, and all of the waitresses, but Liz' hoodie is conspicuously clean. "Amy, have you ever touched a hard cock before?"

"Once at a party," Liz replies. "We were both a bit drunk, and we masturbated each other, but he didn't want to hang out later. Um... and once or twice guys will come for me when I've done them a favour, like letting them copy my notes. The usual," she says. She sounds a bit unhappy. "That's actually what I wanted to talk to Amy about."

"Oh?" you say.

"Yeah," she says, "I don't have a lot of guy friends." She seems a bit sad.

You decide to try to swing the mood. "Do you want my cock?" you murmur into her ear.

Liz sighs. "Yes," she purrs.

"Do you want my cum?" you continues.

Liz whines. "So bad," she says.

"How do you want it?" You ask her