Chapter 9 - A Stimulating Lunch

And another chapter. This one didn't want to cooperate at first, and I almost scrapped it entirely, but I think it turned out alright.

Content: ff fingering (semi-)public

On the drive to the university, I tried to engage Joanie in conversation, but it I didn't have much luck. She gave short answers whenever I asked her a direct question, but volunteered nothing and spent most of her time looking out of the side window, letting out the occasional heavy sigh.

By the time I pulled into the parking lot I had discovered that she was an only child, still a few months shy of her eighteenth birthday and was graduating at the end of the current school year. I had revised my understanding of her behavior; it seemed her silence was not just because of her shyness, but because she seemed to resent her presence here. As I stepped out of the car and walked around to open her door, I decided to go for the direct approach.

"Sorry if I'm too blunt here, but you don't seem to want to be here," I said as she exited the car.

That got me some eye contact. "I don't," she said, quietly. "Dad insisted I come along to look at the university."

As I led her toward the nearest lecture hall, I tried to sound sympathetic. "You didn't want to come?"

Another sigh. "I don't even know if I want to go to college at all, but my parents have it all planned out for me. Go study Business or Law or something, graduate, get married, and take over the family business."

"And you want to do something else?"

"I don't know," she said, finally beginning to look a little more animated, "I just know I don't want *that,*" She waved a hand vaguely.

"Oh, sorry." I thought for a moment. "Well, I had this tour planned, but if you're not interested..."

"If we're here, we might as well look around." Joanie took a deep breath. "I guess I should go to college, but I really don't want to do anything... businessy."

"I've got a friend who works here, in IT. I'll text her and ask if she can help show some of the other programs. There's got to be something you are interested in."

"I hope so."

***

A little while later I had shown off the lecture hall -- which had not drawn much interest -- and a bit of the grounds. Joanie was starting to get a little more animated as I told her some of the more interesting things from my time at college, and I was hopeful that we at least would have a fun day, even if Joanie hadn't chosen to be here.

I had noticed Joanie surreptitiously checking out some of the girls we passed, and was feeling conflicted. She was cute, and looked like she would clean up nicely, and the only child of a wealthy businessman. That meant we should at least look into recruiting her for Verity. On the other hand, she was seventeen, so she wasn't of age yet. It could lead to trouble, even if I ignored my own feelings on the matter.

I tried to put it out of my mind for the moment and simply get on with the tour.

When we were on our way to meet with Yumi, my phone beeped, with the sound that announced a text from Verity. I smiled apologetically at Joanie before I checked it.

I'm bored. What are you doing?

Showing someone around the campus, I replied, adding an explanation on who Joanie was and why she was here.

She cute?

Yes. But she's 17.

Bummer. She sounds useful, but I don't want someone that young.

I was relieved. That pretty much matched my thoughts.

Veronica has regular contact with her father, I sent. We can always try later if we want an in with him.

Yes. There was a pause for a few minutes, during which we finally reached Yumi's office. Just as I knocked on the door, my phone beeped again. Still bored. Send me a pic of your pussy.

I snorted at her abruptness and looked around. I would have to find a bathroom or something.

The door opened, revealing Yumi in her usual work attire of a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I made the introduction -- Yumi's legs got a quick look when Joanie thought we weren't looking -- then apologized as Yumi asked Joanie which kind of things she would be interested in seeing.

"I'll be right back," I said. "Yumi, where's the closest bathroom?"

Yumi gave me directions, and I hurried away. A little while later I closed the stall door behind me. I shimmied my panties down my legs and took out my phone. The light wasn't very good, but I got a reasonably good upskirt picture of myself. I looked at it a moment before sending it. This wasn't a view of myself I was used to seeing.

My phone beeped again almost immediately after I had sent the picture.

Nice. Keep the panties off.

I swallowed and put the panties in my purse. Then I went to find Joanie and Yumi again, feeling very exposed as I walked along the hallways, even though I knew that my skirt was long enough that no-one could see anything.

***

Yumi was talking animatedly as I walked through the door, and Joanie was looking more lively than she had since I had met her. She still didn't make eye contact when I greeted her, but at least she was talking to Yumi.

I gathered that the topic of conversation was some kind of computer game. I wasn't averse to those, but the ones Yumi liked were a fair bit more complicated and intense than the ones I was interested in. At least Joanie seemed to be following along with interest. They continued talking as we left the office. Yumi lead us around the campus and pointing out areas of interest between talk of the current state of game balance.

When we passed the Psychology building, Yumi's phone buzzed. When she glanced at the message, her face suddenly turned red. "Can you wait here I minute? I need to visit the bathroom," she explained, and hurried off.

I had an idea what was going on, s I tried to keep talking to Joanie and keep her distracted. She didn't seem to notice anything unusual when Yumi returned a few minutes later, looking flushed, and continued the tour.

A little while later, while Joanie was looking watching  one of the professors give a lecture to a full auditorium, Yumi leaned in close to me.

"You got a text from Verity, too?" she whispered.

"Yes," I answered. "My panties are in my purse right now."

"Mine too." Her gaze darted to Joanie, who was paying us no attention. "I don't normally get off on this, but I can feel myself getting wet when I think of her looking at that photo." She squirmed in place. "Plus the seam in my jeans rubs over my clit with every step I take."

I smiled. That wasn't happening to me, but the light breeze of air over my exposed pussy made it impossible for me to forget that I was naked under my skirt, or the fact that I was getting pretty damp, as well.

Yumi opened her mouth so say more, but then Joanie turned and indicated that she was ready to continue the tour.

***

Eventually, we ended up in a corner of the staff lunchroom, eating our lunch around a small table.

"It's not so bad here, really," Joanie conceded.

I could see Yumi's grin from the corner of my eye, and smiled at her as well.

"So you're changing your mind?"

She shrugged. "Maybe? I'm still not interested in anything to do with law or business, but the science department looked interesting." She sighed. "My parents are really insisting on college, but I can probably convince them to let met do a different major." She huffed and dragged a hand through her hair. "I'm really not interested in going into the family business."

"Well, look around to see if you can find a major that interests you," I said. "I'm sure your parents will be impressed if you can show them that you've thought about your future." Or at least, that's what she hoped. Mr. Chalmers had seemed nice, even if he assumed that everyone would just go along with what he wanted.

"Besides," Yumi added, as there was another buzz from my phone, "College is a good experience, if you can manage it. I know I had a good time, mostly. I met some really cool people," she nudged me in the side as I fumbled with my phone, "and it helped me decide what I wanted to do with my life."

I was vaguely aware of Joanie replying to her, but most of my attention was taken up by another message from Verity.

Where are you?

At lunch, I explained, and explained that we were still showing Joanie around.

Still bored. You sitting down?

Yes.

Good. Touch your clit.

I choked on my drink, but waved off Yumi's concern. "Bit of coke went the wrong way."

Yumi turned back to Joanie, who was now interrogating her on the Computer Sciences program. they weren't paying much attention to me, and there was no-one else near our table.

I slipped an arm under the table and slowly moved my hand up my leg, moving under the edge of my skirt until I could feel my own heat on my fingers. Another inch, and I touched my clit, the jolt of sensation shooting up my body stronger than I had expected. I must have jumped a bit in my chair, but no-one seemed to notice.

You done it yet?

Yes.

Good. Are you wet?

I was having a little trouble stopping my fingers from trembling as I tapped out my reply. It was broad daylight, in public! Yes.

When there was nu further reply, I surreptitiously wiped my finger on a napkin and turned my attention back to Joanie and Yumi. By now, Yumi was describing her own experiences in college. When she saw I was paying attention again, she drew me into the conversation by telling Joanie about a couple of parties we had both been to.

"Of course, it's not all going out and partying," I told Joanie a little while later, gesturing with a French fry. "Especially near the end of term it's a lot of studying and writing essays, too."

Joanie was smiling. "I do that already, at school," she said.

"In my experience, it was harder in college," I told her. "But if you can keep yourself motivated, I think it's more rewarding, too, once you're studying something you're interested in." I smiled back. "And, yes, there are parties and everything. It's a good experience, being out on your own. As long as you don't get a horrible roommate."

I grimaced theatrically, and Joanie grinned at me.

"You sound as if you've got experience with that," she said.

"I could tell you stories." I glanced at the clock and considered. We had shown her most of the interesting parts of campus, and there was still plenty of time left before we had to be back. "I think I will tell you, actually," I added, and launched into the horror of my first college roommate.

As I told Joanie about things that were in retrospect pretty funny, I barely registered when Yumi's phone buzzed again, or when she leaned into me and lowered one arm under the table surface. I only really noticed when fingertips brushed my knee, my eyes darting to hers in surprise. "Verity," she mouthed silently.

I nodded fractionally in understanding -- clearly, she was acting on Verity's orders -- and tried to keep up the conversation with Joanie while Yumi smiled at us and her fingers crept slowly higher and higher up my leg. I nearly jumped in my seat when they snuck under the edge of my skirt and continued upward.

"It's just... My parents have everything planned out for me, you know? And they just assume I'm going to go along with whatever they want!" Joanie complained.

I realized I had missed the subject change, but I did my best to nod along as Joanie continued to complain. It took all my concentration not to jump or groan when Yumi's skillful fingers finally found my pussy and skimmed over the outer lips. I glanced sideways to see Yumi looking at Joanie with all the appearance of paying full attention, though there was a hint of a blush on her cheeks.

"Do you t-think that is because they assume it's what you want, too?" I said, curling my toes in my shoes as Yumi's blunt, manicured fingernails just barely scratched the inside of my thigh. Her thumb found my clit and rubbed it lightly.

Joanie slumped in her chair and let her breath escape in a whoosh. "Yeah, I think so. It's like he can't imagine I'd want to do anything else with my life." She shrugged, and held up three fingers. "Business degree, marriage, run company. I understand it's what Dad did, and my grandfather built the company, but..."

My breath caught in my throat as a single singer slipped easily between my folds, and I had to concentrate to suppress a moan. Yumi, next to me, took over the conversation.

"I think you're going to have to talk to them about it," she said, gently. "From what you say they think this is what you want, so I'm sure they just want you to be happy. Hopefully, if you explain that this isn't the way, they'll support you."

I didn't hear Joanie's reply. All my attention was drawn to my pussy as a second finger found its way inside. The two fingers curled inward and slid along each other, quickly finding my sensitive spots. My fingernails dug into the palm of my hand as I fought to stop myself from making any sound that would draw attention to what Yumi was doing to me.

The fingers began to pump in and out while Yumi's thumb began sliding back and forth over my clit. The muscles in my legs tightened and locked in place as the pleasure rushed upward through my body. I did my best to keep my breathing as Yumi continued to stroke and rub my pussy, managing to keep up her conversation with Joanie without giving any sign of what her fingers were doing under the table.

My phone buzzed. I fumbled with it and almost dropped it as Yumi's skillful fingers curled forward and hit my g-spot. Joanie looked at me when my phone rattled against the surface of the table, but I managed to give her a smile and wave her off, and Yumi distracted her again with a question I didn't catch. Finally, I managed to check my messages.

There was a message from Verity, of course. Anything happening?

As if she didn't know. Yumi is fingering me, I managed to send, with unsteady fingers.

I groaned softly as a third finger entered my wet pussy while Yumi's thumb sped up on my clit. Even in my heated state, I was impressed with the way she managed to look as if nothing was going on, a slight movement of her arm the only hint at what she was doing to me under the table.

I told her to finger-fuck you until you came, Verity texted.

I fought the urge to clench my thighs together as Yumi's thrusting fingers made bolts of pleasure shoot up my spine. I could feel my forehead begin to get damp with sweat as I fought to keep the pleasure coursing through me from showing on my face.

Were in publicc, I told Verity.

Then you'll have to be very quiet. A few moments later, another message arrived. Send me a picture of your pretty wet pussy after you cum. I want one to look at when I cum.

I swallowed hard as I imagined Verity, sprawled out on the couch, a hand down her panties as she looked at the pictures Yumi and I had sent her. Then a word in Yumi's voice drew my attention back to her -- or at lease, back to any other part of her than her hand, which was still playing dextrously with my by-now dripping pussy.

"-that you're gay?" I heard Yumi ask.

My eyes went to Joanie just in time to see her blush bright red, the reddening of her skin nearly hiding her freckles.

"Who says I am?" she said to Yumi.

"Weeell," Yumi said, drawing out the words at the same time that she drew her thumb over my clit slowly and deliberately, "I have notice the way you looked at every attractive girl that walked past during the tour." She smiled wolfishly, and I was sure that it was partly aimed at me as she slowly removed her fingers and spread my pussy wide. "You like a nice pair of legs, right? I'm sure Anne has noticed you looking as well. Right, Anne?"

She turned to me, a look of innocent inquiry on her face, and I almost wanted to growl at her.

"Um. Yes," I stammered, as Yumi's middle finger played with the folds of my spread pussy. "I did." I swallowed hard and managed to rally. "I don't mind. I understand how it is at your age."

"Right," Yumi agreed. "I mean, Anne and I are gay, too. At least, she's gay," she continued, flicking her fingertip over my clit, "and I'm bi."

"Er... You are?" Joanie's wide eyes were jumping from me to Yumi and back again. I hoped she couldn't tell what was going on.

"Yes," Yumi said. "You can be honest with us. So do your parents know you're gay?"

Joanie's blush was nearly incandescent now. She looked really cute, and I had to remind myself that she was only seventeen and that I shouldn't be thinking about kissing those barely-visible freckles as Yumi plunged her fingers into me again, three of them at once stretching my pussy open and making my hand tremble on the table. The thought passed through my mind that my service to Verity and the way I'd been playing with three different women recently was having an effect on me.

"They know, yes," Joanie said. "Mom caught me making out with my first girlfriend when I was fifteen." She looked down. "They've never given me any trouble over it."

"That's good," Yumi said. She smiled sideways at me as she spread her fingers inside me and slid them over each other, rubbing against my inner walls. I just heard her ask Joanie, "Do you have a girlfriend right now?"

I didn't catch Joanie's answer as Yumi's thumb pressed hard into my clit while her fingers rubbed along my g-spot, making spots flash in front of my eyes.

"Gnh," I grunted, and I had to freeze for a few seconds as Joanie's gaze flicked in my direction. Luckily, she quickly looked back to Yumi, who was keeping a straight face as she continued speaking and, under the table, kept up her fingers' movements in my pussy.

I could feel the seat start to get wet under my thighs as Yumi's fingers began thrusting in and out faster, her thumb rubbing hard over my clit with every movement. I looked around, certain that everyone in the room had to know what Yumi was doing to me, but no-one paid us any attention.

My legs trembled under the table from the three fingers now fucking me hard, spreading my pussy wider and wider and rubbing along my g-spot with every thrust. I completely lost track of my surroundings, all my concentration focused on trying to keep my expression neutral and my body under control as Yumi skillfully pushed me further and further on the way to my climax.

I don't know how long I sat there, at first hoping that no-one would notice but soon ceasing to care as a fourth finger was added and the pressure of Yumi's thumb on my clit became harder and harder. I imagined I could hear the sound of Yumi thrusting into my sopping hole as I stared with unfocussed eyes at the far wall, the pleasure running through my body rising higher and higher until I was at the edge of orgasm.

"-Anne?" I heard my name, and with a great effort of will turned toward Joanie. Then I bit my lip, hard, as Yumi curled her fingers cruelly inside by and pressed hard against my g-spot. It was enough to push me over the edge. I don't know how I looked to Joanie as I looked into her eyes, straining to keep my face calm and my body in position as I came.

"S-sorry?" I stammered, as soon as I was able to make my voice obey me again. The aftersho9cks were still thrumming through my body, but I managed to say, "I'm afraid I w-wasn't paying attention."

Joanie looked at me strangely for a moment, but then repeated, "I said, I think we should get back to your office soon. Right, Anne?"

With trembling fingers, I lifted my phone so that I could see the time.

"Um. Yes, you're right," I said, as my orgasm faded and I was left with the afterglow. I looked sideways at Yumi. Now that Joanie wasn't looking at her, she raised her hand and, with a smirk, licked her fingers clean. I came to a decision. I still needed to take a picture for Verity, and there had to be a few advantages to being Verity's second in command.

"Can you find the car from here?" I asked, then turned a meaningful look on Yumi. "I need to as Yumi something. I'll be right there."

Joanie looked between us and then shrugged. "Sure. See you there!"

I waved her off and then turned to Yumi. "Come on," I said, tugging on her arm.

She looked at me innocently. "What's the problem?" she asked.

I didn't say anything but quickly led her to the nearest bathroom. There was no-one else in there, and I quickly opened one of the stalls and pushed Yumi inside.

"One second," I told her, pushing her against the side and taking out my phone. A moment later, I had sent a picture of my swollen, dripping, post-orgasmic pussy to Verity.

Yumi was still leaning against the wall when I pressed myself against her, one arm holding her in place while the other fumbled with the buttons of hers jeans.

"You enjoyed that," I said.

"Just following the boss' orders," she said with a smirk. It was a valid reason, of course, but I still wanted some payback.

I shushed her and plunged by hand down the front of her jeans. She was almost as wet as I was, and my fingers entered her cunt easily. She gasped and her eyes widened, but I slapped my other hand over her mouth. "Quiet!" I hissed. "We don't want to draw attention!"

I rubbed my palm roughly over her clit, not moving my fingers much and not trying to be gentle. I moved roughly, feeling her hot breath on my hand as I pushed her hard toward her own orgasm without trying for finesse.

I didn't try to draw things out and went directly for her clit, my palm rubbing it roughly. Her wetness covered my entire hand in moments. I looked into her wide, dark eyes as I stroked her, feeling her tremble under my hands as I stimulated her.

She didn't last long. She had gotten plenty excited from playing with my own pussy even if she hadn't shown it much, and after only a minute or two of my hand pressing hard into her clit I could feel her pussy contract around my fingers. Her breathing against my hand became irregular, and with a couple more strokes against her clit I could feel her fluids splash against my hand as my other hand muffled a moan.

"Cum!" I commanded, and I saw her eyes roll back as she let go. Only my hand on her crotch kept her upright as her legs trembled, thumping against the partition and making it rattle. I tightened my hand over her mouth to muffle her scream.

A few moments later, as her moans passed and her pussy stopped contracting on my fingers, I took my hands away. She slumped to the floor, her legs unable to keep her upright.

"Now we're even," I said, feeling a smirk form on my face as I looked down at her. She tried to frown up at me, but couldn't suppress a grin of her own.

"One second," I added, taking my phone into my dry hand and snapping a quick picture, which I sent off to Verity.

Before Yumi managed to struggle to her feet, I had stepped out of the toilet stall and strode over to the door. "See you tonight," I said as I left. I just saw Yumi raise a half-hearted middle finger in my direction before the door fell closed.

***

A few minutes later, having straightened my clothing but still without panties, I reached the car again.

"You're smiling," Joanie said. "And something was going on during lunch," she added, suspiciously.

"Sorry, just an in-joke," I told her. "I've know her for years, and it would take to long to explain."

Joanie huffed and sat down in the passenger seat. "OK, then. Thanks for the tour. And for the advice, too. I'm going to talk to my parents tonight."

"Good luck," I replied, pulling out of the parking lot. "I hope you decide to go to college here, and pick a major that you'll enjoy."

"If the talk with my parents goes alright, I might."

"Good. And stay in touch. You can always ask if you want advice." I looked at her sideways, and smiled. She was the heir to a pretty big fortune, even if she chose not to personally run the company, and she was pretty cute. Verity probably would be interested once she was of age. It occurred to me that having a purpose, working for Verity, might be satisfying for her. "If you go to college here, we might let you in on the joke eventually."
