Chapter 3

“You don’t know the half of it.” I continued my story…

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“Lift the table cloth,” Lessie whispered in my ear.

“What?” I managed to whimper back.

“The table cloth. Lift it!”

I did as she asked, shocked to see one of her co-workers, a friend named Amanda, squatting down beneath it. I tried to pull my thighs together, embarrassed at being caught, but Lessie whispered in my ear to keep them apart. Amanda held on to them. Lessie rubbed my clit faster, making me unable to think about anything else except coming. Later, as I tried to adjust my clothing, I told her I wasn’t happy about Amanda witnessing what we did.

“Don’t be a prude.” She laughed.

“I’m not! I just don’t like people watching me,” I said.

“There’s nothing wrong with watching, as long as it doesn’t go any further,” she explained.

“Maybe not for you,” I said, “but I don’t like it.”

“I’m sorry,” she replied. “Next time I’ll ask first.”