Jimmy was waiting for us, as we arrived a little late. He gave Tom a handshake, and me a quick hug. Just as I leaned in to him my pussy exploded again. My body stiffened, my eyes bugged open, and my mouth dropped. I'm not sure how much of this Jimmy saw, but I started coughing to cover my strange actions, giving Tom the dirtiest look I could. I wasn't too successful, though, as I also was trying to stifle a laugh.

"Are you okay?" Jimmy asked.

I assured him I was, just a cough. I wondered how many times I would be coughing during dinner.

Just as I was about to order, the egg came on again. I waited for a moment to speak, until it turned off. I waited. But it didn't turn off. I felt the continual vibration pulsing through my pussy. Tom was totally ignoring my looks, so I gathered my strength and gave the waiter my order. I must have sounded funny.

"I'm cold, would you mind scooting a little closer Kev?" I asked, trying not to sound needy.

"Sure, do you want to share this blanket so we both have two on us?"

"Yeah, I would like that, thank you."

As he snuggled closer I realized that he seemed to be having trouble putting his hand anywhere since my back was towards his stomach, so I told him that he could spoon me if he would like. He did wrapping his well-built arms around my slim body. I had never really noticed how true romance novels can be, his body was so firm and mine so soft in comparison. As I snuggled closer soaking up his warmth, I noticed that his thumb was gently stroking my tummy, where my tank top had ridden up, just slow soft circles on my abdomen and they were driving me mad. I was getting so wet; I thought I was going to die if I didn't get satisfaction soon.

"I think you need more that 'office' assistance from me"

"You do, do you?" she stopped in front of my knees. Shoulders square to me, feet apart so her legs made a strong A up to that perfect waist. I was reclined slightly, my knees apart. Open body language.

"Yes. You've been stressed lately." She spoke softly, directly. Her hands came to my knees and we locked eyes. "I know you're not dating anyone. So I think you need a release." Her voice had lowered to a whisper, her mouth was inches from my ear.

"Is that right?" My hand reached to her waist, thumb in front, fingers behind, grasping her hip. I guided here into my lap, her weight on my left leg. She leaned back slightly and raised her right knee to her chest. The boot's heal between my legs on the chair, she stroked from her toes up her calf. Her skirt fell back towards her pelvis bone.

While we unpacked, we talked more about ourselves. Jessie was definitely more extroverted than me, and I got the idea from her comments that she was wilder than me too. She was from a large town, so it met my idea of the crazy city girl. She said several things about drinking and I admitted that I had never even been to a real party. "Really?!" she couldn't believe it. "We are so taking you to a frat party this weekend!" I tried to protest, but I actually did think it sounded like fun.

The first week of classes went by unbelievably quickly. Jessie and I became fast friends. We were total opposites, but we had the same sense of humor. We hung out a lot and were getting to know each other pretty well. When Friday night rolled around, Jessie started going through her closet. "I think I'm going to wear this, what do you think?" she asked.