3. College Romance Reunited

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As much as I would have preferred to spend the whole weekend in bed, Nikki had helped organize the reunion weekend, and tonight there was a nice dinner for some of our former classmates. If nothing else, at least it was a break from room service food. And it was a chance to get dressed up.

I brought a nice pair of slacks and a deep maroon button-up, but I knew no one was going to be looking at me. Not with Nikki standing next to me. When she stepped out of the bathroom, finally ready to go, I almost couldn't bear the urge to rip that gorgeous black satin dress off of her.

Of course, with a slit going that far up her leg, it wouldn't have taken much effort. Nevertheless, she gives me one of her charming smiles and I'm like putty in her hands. She knows exactly how to make me weak, even after all these years.

Dinner itself is unremarkable. The restaurant is nice and the food is delicious. And it's good to see some familiar faces from our college days.

But as the meal goes on, all I can think about is the way Nikki's thigh is pressed against my own. The way I can feel her warmth radiating against me. She isn't teasing me, not intentionally at least.

She's just finding comfort in my presence, which is almost sexier than if she had been trying to turn me on. Almost. Whether or not she's trying, it's certainly working.

I slip my hand beneath the tablecloth, listening to a man who'd been in our freshman dorm chatting away about his recent trip abroad. I sneak a glance at Nikki. She's smiling, nodding along with the story, but I can see the boredom in her eyes.

Good. I can think of something else to capture your attention. Slowly, careful not to startle her, I begin gently tracing my fingers over the top of her thigh.

I feel more than hear the soft intake of breath beside me, but she keeps her expression even, chuckling at something I couldn't even pretend to have been listening to. I keep my touch light, barely ghosting over the smooth, slick fabric as I trace up and down. Up and down.

After about a minute of this, Nikki begins to grow a bit restless. I fight to hold back a smirk as she repositions herself, trying to spread her legs in spite of the form-fitting dress that she's chosen. I chuckle softly in response, letting my trailing fingers wander a little closer each time I pass by her inner thigh.

Beside me, Nikki takes a shaky breath and risks a glance in my direction. I catch her gaze and hold it. My expression's neutral, but there's a hunger behind my eyes that I don't bother trying to hide.

In her own features, I can see her desperation, and her lips part slightly, almost as though she can't tear herself away from my eyes. Not yet, my sweet. We haven't even had dessert.

A question from the woman on her other side finally tears Nikki's attention away from me, and she quickly composes herself, snapping back to a normal, if slightly breathless, tone as she chats cordially with her neighbor. I keep teasing her like that. My touch is too light.

My finger is everywhere but where she desperately wants them. They serve us fruit tarts for dessert, and I begin to speed up my caresses. My touch just a little bit bolder with each bite, until finally I brush the tips of my fingers over her pussy.

I can barely feel anything but the intense heat through her dress, but she feels me. A shudder runs up her spine as she quickly bites her lip to keep from gasping. I smile, helping myself to another bite of fruit as I do it again.

This time I can feel her trembling beside me, and she lets out a needy whine, stifled somewhat successfully behind her napkin. Nikki gets to her feet quickly, and I can see the blush on her cheeks as she excuses herself and hurries off in the direction of the restroom. The conversation pauses for a few seconds, but a moment later everyone's back to chatting away with one another.

I'm not listening though. I wait almost a minute before calmly getting to my feet. I smile politely and mutter something about checking on Nikki, before I turn and begin weaving my way through the restaurant after her.

The restaurant's restrooms are gender-neutral, single-occupant rooms. I see the vacant indicator on one while the other one is locked. I look around quickly, making sure she isn't hiding out somewhere else before I knock softly.

Nikki, I just came to check on you. I say with a smile on my lips. I wonder how she'll react to me following her like this.

I know for a fact she likes this kind of teasing in public. We used to do this to one another all the time, but it's been a while since either of us were this bold outside the bedroom. I've barely gotten the words out when I hear the lock click, and a hand drags me inside by the front of my shirt.

Get in here. I can't help but laugh at how eager she is. Nikki's face is flushed, and she pulls me into a crushing kiss, slipping her tongue inside my mouth and pulling my body against her own.

She wastes no time quickly hiking her dress up over her waist and slipping the thin black thong down her legs and quickly stuffing it into her purse. Even though she's moving quickly, I can clearly see how wet her thong is, and as much as I want to keep teasing her, I can't resist slipping two fingers into her silky heat. She gasps against my lips and I curl my fingers against her inner wall, working her fast and hard as she bites my shoulder to try and muffle her moans of pleasure.

I tilt my head to give her better access as she alternates between biting and kissing my neck. She's not being careful, and I already know it's going to leave a mark, but I don't give a single fuck. All I can think about is moving my fingers inside her.

She's wet and warm and perfect in every way. I can feel her walls clenching around me, and I know that she won't last after I've been teasing her for so long. Come for me.

Come and we'll go back to the hotel. I can feel her nodding against my shoulder as her gasps speed up, and finally I feel her tight heat constricting around me, and I keep fucking her with my fingers. She pulls me in closer as she lets out a long, high-pitched whine.

A knock on the door startles us both, and I pull my fingers out of her quickly. Just a minute. I quickly wash my hands in the sink as she pulls her dress down, leaving her panties in her purse.

She checks her reflection in the mirror and fixes her hair where she's been rubbing it against me. I give her a smile, and I watch her eyes widen in horror as she notices the already visible bruise on my neck. I love it.

I whisper, stealing another kiss quickly before I unlock the door, and we slip out past a shocked-looking man who doesn't even try to avert his eyes. Nikki makes it to the table first and politely makes our excuses, saying she's not feeling well. I'm sorry we did go.

My stomach is just. .. And that I've offered to take her back to her hotel.

We leave some cash for our bill and tip, and I notice a few sets of eyes lingering on my neck, but I don't say anything, smirking as I take her arm and lead her toward my car. As the valet is bringing the car around, I slip my arm around her waist, pulling her close to me.