Our dirty little secret
We barely finished when Mom’s car pulled into the driveway.
Tuesday….
School dragged. During lunch, Oliver pulled me into a rarely-used stairwell on campus. He pushed me against the wall, hiked up my skirt, and fucked me standing up — quick, desperate thrusts while we listened for footsteps.
The risk of getting caught made me come fast and hard around him. He pulled out and came on my thighs.
At home that evening, Mom was in the kitchen cooking. Julian cornered me in the laundry room. He sat me on the washing machine, spread my legs, and ate me out while the machine vibrated beneath me. The combination made me moan into his hand as I came.