It wasn't strange to be giving Patrick a blowjob but it was certainly strange to know eight or nine college girls were watching her do it. Nobody had really ever watched her like this. Well, she’d had threesomes with Patrick, and of course that meant the other girl was watching, and sometimes the whole point of a particular day was making Patrick watch her touch herself or watch her with another woman. This was the first time strangers watched her, and it was made doubly insane because of how it had happened in the first place. Spontaneity had never really been a standard in her sex life. She didn’t plan every moment but something like this… well, it just didn’t happen. Nonetheless, she was going deep on Patrick and suppressing gags every time her lips pressed against the fly of his pants and the head of his cock pushed against the opening of his throat.
The funny thing about it was that the car needed a wash. It really did. The hood was covered with enough bird crap to really irritate her every time Naomi opened the door. So, it wasn’t strange at all that she should have pulled into the car wash even with the half-dressed girls everywhere bouncing their tits around and making giggly faces and holding up their signs with the Greek letters and the silly trophy they’d win if they raised more money for their rush week than some other chapter of their sorority at another school or something like that. Patrick, of course, hadn’t even thought of it, and probably did all he could to pretend he didn’t even see the ocean of tits and ass and sponges and soap and water. He still hadn’t been quite sure what to do when she pulled in and the girls bounced along to start working on the car.
The simple truth was that Naomi hadn’t intended to do anything sexual at all. She’d just figured Patrick would get all worked up at the sight of the girls (and Naomi was one to also get worked up at the girls), the car would get clean, and they’d have lingering arousal throughout the day that would make the evening more explosive for both of them. It wasn’t really even planned so much as it was an opportunity Naomi took without much thought.
And then Muffy showed up at the window.
Okay, it was completely unfair for Naomi to call the girl Muffy, and she knew it. The girl just looked exactly like a rich, stuck-up, sorority girl. It wasn’t her personality or anything along those lines. Hell, the girl was sweet as she took the twenty dollars. She just looked like… well, she looked like a sorority girl, the kind who’d be in one of those comedy movies about the outsider who’s treated like crap by all the established sisters and not the type who would screw the nearest frat boy or who was likely to be one of the first victims of a maniacal killer.
The funny thing about it was that the car needed a wash. It really did. The hood was covered with enough bird crap to really irritate her every time Naomi opened the door. So, it wasn’t strange at all that she should have pulled into the car wash even with the half-dressed girls everywhere bouncing their tits around and making giggly faces and holding up their signs with the Greek letters and the silly trophy they’d win if they raised more money for their rush week than some other chapter of their sorority at another school or something like that. Patrick, of course, hadn’t even thought of it, and probably did all he could to pretend he didn’t even see the ocean of tits and ass and sponges and soap and water. He still hadn’t been quite sure what to do when she pulled in and the girls bounced along to start working on the car.
The simple truth was that Naomi hadn’t intended to do anything sexual at all. She’d just figured Patrick would get all worked up at the sight of the girls (and Naomi was one to also get worked up at the girls), the car would get clean, and they’d have lingering arousal throughout the day that would make the evening more explosive for both of them. It wasn’t really even planned so much as it was an opportunity Naomi took without much thought.
And then Muffy showed up at the window.
Okay, it was completely unfair for Naomi to call the girl Muffy, and she knew it. The girl just looked exactly like a rich, stuck-up, sorority girl. It wasn’t her personality or anything along those lines. Hell, the girl was sweet as she took the twenty dollars. She just looked like… well, she looked like a sorority girl, the kind who’d be in one of those comedy movies about the outsider who’s treated like crap by all the established sisters and not the type who would screw the nearest frat boy or who was likely to be one of the first victims of a maniacal killer.
