Diving into a New School Year (part 2): Let Your Fingers Do The Talking [M23 F20 F18][Exhibition][fingers][College]

Diving into a New School Year (part 2): Let Your Fingers Do The Talking

It's 11 AM, and I have time to meet Amy in the food court for an early lunch. She always loves to get her food at Coney Dogs—I think that speaks for itself. I usually get my food from Zen Express, which is slightly healthier, and I love Asian food. Plus, the chics that work there are much hotter. The first day back at school is always one of the busiest days at the food court, but we were able to find a booth.

"So, how were your first classes..." said Amy. I smiled and emptied both of my pockets onto the booth table. I had approximately twelve or fourteen notes with phone numbers, about 30 percent of which were in foreign languages. "I am going to call Kenji—president of the translation department—this evening."

"I didn't know there was a department like that at this school?"

"Oh yeah, and Kenji is a party animal. We have known each other for a few years now. He is invaluable in times like this. He's also the guy I helped get Zen Express as part of the food court."

"I will have to remember that. On an earlier note, have you figured out the girl's name from this morning that you introduced to her first year of college life?" says Amy.

"I'm waiting... Tom at the A/V club is still searching on facial recognition."

"Was her pussy good," Amy asks with a slowness in which she was questioning herself.

"No one is better than yours, Amy," I said while winking at her, making a popping noise with my tongue and slowly pointing at her. She smiled. Even though Amy and I play the field, we are close friends at heart—let me rephrase that—we are close friends at heart but definitely with benefits.

A girl approaches our booth and points at me, "Is your name Ren?" She asks nicely

I paused and looked at Amy, and she shrugged her shoulder.

The girl was a freshman. That I am sure of, although—she had eye-catching round breasts, the type that you definitely would look at twice—once for each tit. She wasn't skinny and not heavy either, but even from the look on Amy's face, she agreed it was perfectly in between.

"Have we ever met?"

"No, but I have seen you every morning since I arrived," she says, blushing.

Amy intervenes, saying, "OK, I've got to hear this one."

"Me too, please, do tell. Should I check my room for ring cams—oh wait, never mind, I have them there already."

"No, every morning I take a shower; all the showers on the floor of my dorm have a picture of you in a frame hanging on the wall," she says, not mad but not wanting to admit something.

"Ohhhhh!" I look at Amy and say, "Do you remember last spring semester when we helped Rene with the charity event she was having for homeless cats? I think she called it save the pussy."

"Oh yeah, that was fun."

"Yeah, it was, and she told me if I ever wanted a favor, let her know, and since she is the RA on floor three at Smithson East Girls Dorm..."

The girl with nice round tits says, "That's it!"

I start laughing and say, "I asked her to please put a framed picture of me—waterproof, of course—in every shower on the floor that she's the RA of, and she agreed. Maybe I should get her to change the picture this semester?"

Amy says, "Definitely! Find something hot."

The freshman with round tits says, "And one other thing, the girl you ate out like a pro this morning is my new roommate."

"What is her name? " I asked, and then I could hear a pin drop. She did not say.

Amy says, "Let me make this easier on her."

"The floor is all yours, Dr. Amy,"

"Let me start by saying you are brilliant but have little social skills. Am I right?"

"Yes!"

"You would rather get laid instead of get a degree?"

"Yes!"

"The sooner the better?"

"Yes!"

"Damn, Amy, you do listen in class, don't you?"

"You can take it from here," Amy says

The girl with the round tits has excellent taste in clothes. She looks like a fashionable slut—slutty but tasteful. She is wearing a button-up shirt with the top few buttons unbuttoned, a tight and round bra, and a short skirt that, if she is in any position but standing up, you could probably see her panties—if she is wearing them.

"Thank you for your expert analysis, Dr. Amy."

I look at the girl and ask, "What's your name?"

"Mia."

"Your name fits you well," I say while watching her face as she smiles.

I stand beside her and motion for her to sit inside the booth. "Welcome to my office." I watch as she slides onto the booth seat as her skirt rises, and I quickly notice she is not wearing panties.

I sit down, and not a word is spoken for fifteen seconds. Amy looks at Mia, then at me, and then at Mia. Mia looks at Amy, then at the wall, and then back at Amy. It only took fifteen seconds to figure out how I could help Mia become the brilliant student she is.

I slide my hand over onto her leg and feel her smooth, bare skin—her eyes open wider with excitement. I slowly move my hand to her pussy. I can feel she is nicely shaven, almost like she has been doing it for quite a while. I look at Amy.

"The school should give you a humanitarian award," says Amy.

"They have for the past 3 years," I say and smile with appreciation.

I touch Mia's pussy and slowly slide my finger in between her wet lips. She is eager to want this to happen, and I am glad the booth seats are not cloth. Her mouth opens, her breath is getting more intense, and her moaning is starting to get other people's attention. My finger is doing a circular motion on her clit, and the show begins. She starts moaning louder—people press record on their smartphone cams. Her body starts moving with the motion of my finger. She hits her hand down on the table—over and over. The whole food court can hear her. If she had been cast in the movie When Harry Met Sally, she would have won an Oscar. Mia would have also won the national first-day at-college performance award, but it didn't exist—unfortunately. When she finishes, she gets a standing ovation in the food court, and from then on, Mia, I am sure, will be the best at what she does—glad I could help.

Mia waits a few minutes, then kisses me on the cheek, and I help her from the booth so she can return to her dorm.

Amy and I finish eating and leave the booth.

"I am sure the next person in this booth will not have any problem sliding across," I say.

Amy looks at my side of the booth and says, "Maybe we should wait and see."

"No, I have to get to Dr. Fisher's office. She wants to talk to me before class about the paper."

"Does she still want to write a paper about you and try and get it published?"

Amy and I laugh, look at each other, and hug as I say, "Maybe we should write a book using ghostwriters about our time in college."

"Who the fuck would read it," asks Amy as she laughs and walks away to her next class.

"Chow baby!"