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  Being Watched

  I go to college at Chico State, CA. It’s my second year there, I’ve shifted my focus to art from math, which is both weird and expensive but I like it so far. I met the most outgoing girl I’ve ever seen in my figure drawing class. Her name is Rita. She’s got long black hair that she usually keeps in a ponytail and beautiful olive skin. Her eyes are a mixture of green and brown, I put it that way because I swear that sometimes they’re mostly green and others they’re mostly brown. When she’s drawing from one of the models, when she’s focusing and creating, her eyes are mostly brown. She looks fierce and determined, then, and stunningly gorgeous as always. When she’s having fun or laughing at a joke her eyes turn greener and a dimple appears on her left cheek. She’s almost my height and I’m an inch or so over six feet tall. She’s twenty three years old, which surprised me when I found out because she barely looks eighteen.

  I helped her with a history essay in the local coffee shop, on my laptop. She sat close to me, we wrote together and I could smell her exquisite perfume mixed with her body’s sweet natural scent—the two aromas combining to conjure a subtle mix of jasmine and pine and vanilla. When I made a joke about Hitler’s wife she laughed and kissed my cheek. When I blushed she poked me in the chest, calling me ‘shy’ in a loud voice and then kissed me firmly on the lips. The kiss quickly became passionate, with our tongues darting in and out of each other’s mouths and she grabbed the waistband of my jeans to pull me closer. When we broke for air and her face was still inches from mine, she smiled at me and winked.

  “Now that was one hell of a first kiss,” she said, her dimple showing and her eyes more green than brown.

  “Can we see how the second one goes?” I asked, smiling shyly.

  We kissed again, softer this time but for a longer time. I touched her incredibly soft cheek and I could feel the swell of her breasts on my chest. When we stopped again, I looked around and noticed that three older customers looking towards us disapprovingly. Rita touched my cheek and brought my face right back to hers, looking at me deep into my eyes.

  “Are you caring what they think?” she asked softly. “I don’t mind people seeing us.”

  “Me neither,” I said, smiling and kissing her again.

  It was hard to concentrate on finishing her history paper, but we did it. It had been sunset and overcast when we were kissing in the café, but when we were done and heading out, rain was hammering on the concrete. I looked at my phone, the time read nearly 9PM.

  “So what do we do now?” I asked. “Any plans?”

  “Only with you,” she said. “I have to repay you for all of your wonderful academic assistance and for your lips touching mine. Let me buy you a drink?”

  “Well,” I said, considering. “Sounds great.”

  She smiled, grabbed my hand and walked us briskly out into the rain. Most girls seem to detest rain more than, say, cats do. But not Rita, she acted as if nothing was coming from the sky above. She marched us over to a bar that most students go to called The Grad. It’s in a brick building and looks very old. Inside, the only things that look old are the wooden floors and the bar itself. The establishment being geared to the students that flood it, new neon signs and flat screen TVs hang from the walls and the occasional poster to a Christopher Nolan film.

  “Hey Chris!” I heard from my left. Turning, I saw a friend of mine from math class.

  “Oh hey Don,” I said, taking my coat off and hanging it over my backpack on a hook by the door.

  “Well who’s this hottie?” Don asked me, looking only at Rita now.

  “Oh this is Rita,” I said, putting an arm around her shoulders, drawing her close. She turned and kissed me quickly on the lips before extending her hand out to Don.

  “Pleased to meet you Don,” Rita said with a smile. “I don’t recall seeing you here before…”

  “Oh, first time,” Don said, looking uncomfortable. Some guys don’t like a girl to look them in the eyes with anything resembling intelligence. “So… you must come here a lot then, huh?”

  “Oh,” she said. “My best friend owns the place. She has me fill in sometimes for her.”

  “I didn’t know that,” I said, smiling at her.

  She winked at me and looked back to Don.

  “Came here alone tonight, Don?” she asked.

  “Uh, yeah…” he said. “I was meeting some here, but, they… want me to meet them somewhere else. Nice meeting you.” He nodded to me. “Chris.”

  With that he left, stepping out into the rain. I turned back to Rita, surprised but also… unsettled a little. I hadn’t wanted Don around me, but I didn’t think she’d so easily intimidate him. She was more forward than any girl I’d been around.

  “I could tell you didn’t wanna hang out with that guy,” she said.

  “Yeah, I see that,” I said. “Thanks.”

  She kissed me again, deeply, holding me close to her. I could feel my groin stirring and hardening in my jeans, and I wanted to pull my growing erection away from Rita but she held me tighter, letting her body press up against mine as she moaned and kissed me more. After the incredible kiss and feeling elated, we headed to the bar where we sat down on the high swivel stools.

  “Hey Ri,” she said.

  I recognized the bartender, Rianne, from around campus.

  “Rita,” she said. “Who’s your friend?”

  “Ri this is Chris, Chris this is Ri,” Rita said.

  “Pleasure,” Rianne said, winking at me as Rita does. “So what’ll it be for you two?”

  “How ‘bout an Old Fashioned?” Rita asked. “Hell, Chris’ll have one too.”

  “I will?” I asked, smiling at her. She was constantly amusing me.

  “You will,” she said. “Told you I’d buy you a drink, didn’t say you’d have a choice as to what it is.”

  “Fair enough I guess,” I said, laughing a little.

  Rianne nodded, walking away to make the drinks.

  “Old Fashioned, huh?” I asked. “Is that, like, your drink or something?”

  “It’s not mine,” Rita said. “It’s had that name for decades and decades.”

  “I know, I’ve heard of it,” I said. “I was asking if that was your usual drink of choice.”

  “I’ve always loved it,” she said. “Far before the media brought it back into circulation with Mad Men. Before that show, around here in California, I had to describe it to bartenders. Criminal, I say. It’s been a staple in bars across the country, still is in better places.”

  “Ok,” I said. “So what’s in it?”

  “Bourbon,” she said. “That and bitters muddled with sugar. It has an orange wedge and a maraschino cherry. On the rocks. It’s perfect. It’s not the original version, but better I think.”

  “You seem… passionate about it,” I said.

  “Like I said,” she replied. “I love it.”

  She ate a couple of bar nuts and asked me about myself. I was telling her about my shift in majors when the drinks came.

  “Thanks Ri,” she said. “She makes the best ones, ever. Try it.”

  I took a moderate sip, tried not to wince and then I realized I liked it. Even though it made me want to wince still, it was delicious.

  “Wow,” I said, looking at it. “Tastes like a drink should taste… but it’s so… small.”

  “Haha, good…” Rita said in her best villain’s voice. “Hey Ri, two more, the big kind, ok?”

  The big kind ended up being three times the size of the first one, which was in an 8 ounce glass. Halfway through those, Rita ordered another round. When we were done with the big versions, the next rounds of big versions were ready
. We laughed a lot, getting louder. Well, she’s always loud, but I was getting as loud as her. She reached over and touched my leg, squeezing my thigh as we drank. Her hand roamed from my knee to my groin and back and forth like that for quite some time. When we were starting on even more drinks, she was keeping her hand around my crotch. I found myself winking at her, feeling far too delighted from the alcohol and I even spanked her ass on the stool.

  People around us in the bar didn’t pay so much attention to us, though I did see some people look at how Rita and I were touching each other. As the night progressed, we were putting our hands all over each other, which was strange for me because I’m usually very shy about that sort of thing—being affectionate in public. Kissing is usually fine for me, not groping. Yet for some reason Rita was bringing out the daredevil in me, I was comfortable with her and having a good time regardless of how many people were around us. The other young college kids in the bar continued to play loud music on a juke-box while some watched a basketball game. In one corner, on a leather couch, a young couple was making out.

  “Well it looks like they’re having fun…” Rita said, looking at the couple.

  “Sure does,” I said, drinking more of what must’ve been my third or fourth large Old Fashioned.

  “Let’s go to that couch over there,” Rita said, nodding to a couch at the other end of the room. “I feel like having a bit more… fun.”

  She laughed softly to herself, leaning on me and kissing my neck. Her soft lips kissed their way up my neck and got to my ear where she nibbled briefly. I could smell her perfume and bourbon. We made our way over to a black sofa, leather, near some empty tables at the back wall of the bar. Still well within view was the bar and a few patrons on their stools drinking and watching whichever flat screen TV that was in view.

  We sat on the sofa, sort of letting ourselves drop onto the leather. Rita was already laughing a little and then she grabbed my face gently in her hands and pressed her lips to mine.

  “Mmm,” she purred as she kissed me deeply. My hands were busy feeling her lower back and her incredible backside, squeezing her cheeks there and I even spanked her a couple times. She moved over and sat over me, kissing me still with one leg on either side of my waist. With my back to the couch and her on top of me, I let myself feel more of her body. Her lean and sexy frame felt enticing, I could feel excitement brewing in me, an eagerness to take her and feel her and be inside of her. She started to rock her hips back and forth over my legs, letting me know that she shared the same hunger. Her tongue swirled around in my mouth; her hands gripped my shoulders and started unbuttoning my shirt. Feeling her open my shirt was driving me crazier, my hips were thrusting my erection upwards towards her and she rubbed herself on it. I groaned, wanting her so badly. She moaned too, even nibbling on my lower lip.

  “I want you to take me, Chris,” she breathed in between kisses. “Right here…”

  As we kissed, as he kept feeling her body up and down as she was over me, I felt a well of nervousness rise in me. Here? I thought. In front of these people… could we get away with that? I realized that the concern with being “allowed” to do that greatly outweighed the concern of being seen naked in front of other people. That and she was getting me more and more riled up with each passing second.

  I slid my hands up her shirt as I kissed her deeply. I felt her skin, so incredibly soft, from her waist to her ribs. Then I slid my hands forward on both sides of her and cupped her breasts through her bra. She moaned in pleasure and I responded by sliding my hands around her to unfasten her bra. She sat up on me, breaking the kiss and pulling her shirt over her head and taking the bra with it. She sat on me, topless, smiling down at me. I glanced to my right and saw that a few people were looking our way. I quickly averted my eyes and looked back to Rita who was still looking at me with a naughty smile and had not looked over at the bar patrons. I decided to try to follow her example. I pulled her naked top half towards me and buried my face between her fairly large breasts. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and head, bringing me into her bosom and I turned my head side to side between her breasts, taking her nipples into my mouth and sucking on them as my hands explored her back and her ass. I looked up at her in time to see her throw her head back and look at the ceiling as she held my face to her chest. I reached down and unbuttoned her pants. She grabbed the back of my shirt in her hands and bunched it up, wanting it off.

  She got up off of me, standing in front of me with her top off, smiling widely and looking totally relaxed and happy. I took my shirt off as she slid her pants down. She stood there in only her thong and her shoes. She slid her hands up her nearly nude body and moved her hips back and forth in a seductive little sway and dance. She smiled down at me, blew me a kiss and got onto her knees between my legs. Rita rubbed her hands all over my groin, feeling my throbbing stiff penis through my pants. She unbuttoned my pants, unzipped them and reached in past my boxers, gripping my hard cock and pulling it out into the open and immediately taking it into her mouth. Her lips and tongue were so warm on my cock; she sucked and closed her eyes, enjoying it like a delicious treat. She opened her eyes and maintained eye contact while she started bobbing her head up and down on it, taking almost all of it into her mouth and still managing to smile at me. She ran her tongue from the base of my cock to the tip and then took all of it into her mouth again. I gripped the couch around me, holding back loud moans. She smiled seeing my reactions, she liked that she was riling me even more.

  I glanced to my right and saw one of my classmates from a math class I had and he was smiling at me, watching what Rita was doing, looking at her up and down and staring at us from the stool he was sitting at. A few others were watching the nearly nude Rita pleasure my hard cock. She sat back and put both of her hands around my shaft and stroked up and down, rotating her hands as she did so.

  “Oh God Rita…” I moaned, still gripping the couch with both hands as she stroked faster and faster. I could hear a moist sound as she stroked it, her saliva and my moisture combined, and my hips were sometimes thrusting upwards as she continued to stroke me. She took one hand off of my shaft, the other continuing to stroke it, while she bent down and put her mouth around my balls and sucked on them, even nibbling on them a little. I watched her as she moved her head back and forth, sucking on my balls and stroking my cock, her dark hair shining in the light of a nearby neon sign for a local beer.

  Suddenly Rita stopped, standing up in a slithering and swaying fashion and I stood with her, holding her body close to mine and kissing her, my stiff cock jutting out and pressing into her thigh. I grabbed her waist and lifted her, sitting her on an empty table right next to us. Kissing her still, I slid her thong down her hips and pulled it off of her legs. She immediately spread her legs and I stepped forward, kissing her more while my hard cock touched her waist. I soon broke the kiss, motioning for her to lean back. She lay down on the table, her large breasts sticking up and I had to squeeze one of them as I crouched down between her legs. A few girls cheered near us, watching us and I guess they liked that I was going down on her.

  Her pussy was shaved, her clit not so big but I could immediately tell that she was wet and eager. It seemed being watched was turning her on more than I thought. I took her hard and aroused clit into my mouth and gently sucked on it, wiggling my tongue over it and tasting her salty arousal as I sucked harder and harder on her clit. She grabbed the edges of the table, her arms extended to both sides and her back arched, raising her breasts to be more obvious and stick out more. I reached up and squeezed them while sucking and licking her clit. Letting go of her breast, I put my middle finger inside her very wet and hot pussy. She moaned, arched her back more, writhed on the table and started thrusting her hips towards my face. I licked with more speed and sucked her clit harder as I thrust my finger in and out of her faster and faster, adding a second finger and curling them to reach different spots inside her pussy.

  A young couple I recognized from ar
ound campus sat at a table right next to us for a better view. They were feeling each other below the table, both of them turned on from watching us. I got more and more turned on as I realized almost everyone in the bar was looking our way, some of them smiling, some cheering, only about two or three people walked out of the bar. No one was watching TV anymore, we were the main show. With all the onlookers interested, I just couldn’t take it anymore and I stopped licking her and pulled my fingers out of her. I stood up and let my pants fall to my ankles and I grabbed my cock, slapping it against her clit. Rita was looking at me, squirming naked on the table and biting her lower lip.

  “Take me, Chris,” she said. “Do it, c’mon…”

  She was moving her hips towards me, she wanted me so badly. I slid the tip of my cock inside her pussy, then with a slight movement of my waist and her hips moving, the rest of my rigid cock slid right inside of her and I was instantly buried inside her. I grabbed her hips and began thrusting faster and faster into her, the bar patrons cheering, some clapping. I pounded into her, rocking the table on its legs. Rita wrapped her own legs around my waist, holding me tight and making sure most of my thrusting occurred with a lot of my cock remaining inside of her. I reached up and squeezed her tits, rubbing her erect nipples with my thumbs. She put her hands over my hands, keeping my grip on her tits. She arched her back, gripped me with her legs.

  “Oh yes!” she shouted. “Fuck me harder! Deeper! Yes!”

  I pounded harder, the table creaking and moving under her. My balls were slamming into her body. I pulled out of her after a while and sat down on the couch with my waist at the edge of the couch. She got off of the table instantly, following me closely and straddled my cock facing away from me. She gripped the edge of the table and raised her pussy up and down on my cock. Her tits were bouncing and she was moaning loudly. I gripped her ass, spanked it, and squeezed it as she rode my cock faster and faster. The couple next to us was feeling each other’s groins and the guy had a hand under the girl’s shirt feeling her breasts. Rita’s hips began rotating in a sort of clockwise motion as she rode me up and down, her waist being quite flexible. The sensation she caused as she rode me like that was amazing. I looked to my right and saw a couple more of my friends, guys from classes I’m in and they were smiling, watching me have wild fun with a hot girl from school. I had never had sex publicly in any way, this was exhilarating. I noticed Rianna at the bar smiling at us as she served someone their drink, a guy that didn’t want to take his eyes off of Rita.