Graffiti Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

Graffiti Ch. 04

... her shame and hesitation now, but did fumble at her phone to make sure that nothing had come through.

When she looked at Clair, Clair looked back. The two sat there, looking adoringly at each other. It wasn't a look of puppy love though. They loved each other as friends as they had done since school, but there was a new layer of something atop their relationship, and it was more than just lust. They now shared a special comfort in knowing and sharing each other's secret.

When the waitress arrived, they both instinctively knew their orders already.

"Avocado on rye, with a side of spinach," Clair offered looking at the waitress who couldn't have been much older than them.

"Poached eggs on sourdough with bacon and tomato," Megan said immediately after Clair had finished her order.

As the waitress finished writing, Megan collapsed the awkwardly over sized menus to hand back to her. As the waitress took them, She looked at Megan and smiled, "and coffees?" She asked.

"Flat white for me, thanks," Megan said, into the girls wanting eyes.

"Apple juice for me," Clair said while the other two continued to exchange lingering looks between themselves.

For the first time in days, Megan mind wandered from her best friends holes and now imagined licking a messy combination of piss and shit from another person.

"What was that?" Clair asked with a hint of playful jealousy.

Megan blushed, suddenly forgoing her newfound confidence. "I don't know," she said, ...

... shrinking down into her seat a little.

"She is cute though," Clair offered.

***

Walking onto campus together, the pair were again swapping banter as though nothing had changed. Megan was pleased for this, while the rush of all that had happened was new and thrilling, she was also just happy that she and Clair could still be who they were beforehand.

They made their way towards the room for their tutorial, down the long corridor, passing small collections of people as they go in and out of rooms.

When they arrived at their room, where they are usually greeted by a gruff and uninviting 30 something year old woman, they arrived to the sight of their lecturer, the want of so many of their desires. Megan and Clair glanced at one another and immediately giggled with the glee.

They were about to spend the next two hours loosing themselves to their fantasies.

They weren't the first students in the room, some people had arranged themselves in familiar places around the room. The room was a U shaped arrangement of desks, allowing for about a maximum of 24 people. The single desk at the front was reserved for the tutor, today however it was reserved for their lecturer, who was filling in for their tutor. Megan and Clair's made instinctive and familiar movements to their usual seats towards the back of the room.

The lecturer, was busying himself setting up, bouncing between papers and his laptop which he was yet to connect to the screen.

From the way that he had ...