Under the Table Payback

Jillian leaned across the table and pointed at the diagram in the book of the human muscular system. As she leaned, the front of her button down blouse draped open and flashed me the sight of her bright pink nipple for my personal enjoyment. Noticing my eyes were on her instead of the book, she titled her head up at me with straightening her back and asked, "Are you looking at my tits?"

"Yeah, I am," I admitted, enjoying the view for as long as she was willing to let it last.

"They're small," she said, as if it was an apology.

"They're beautiful," I assured her, my gaze lingering until she straightened her back and removed the flash of beauty from my view. When she straightened back up, I had a new view to admire: both of her nipples poking proudly through the thin fabric of her blouse.

"Really?" she asked, tilting her head to one side like a dog hearing an odd sound for the first time. We were sitting at a table in the common room on the ground floor of her dormitory. The large space was filled with comfortable couches, tables with chairs, a communal large screen TV and a communal kitchen. At 10:30 in the morning on a weekday, the space made a good study spot. It was empty and quiet.

"Why not?" I asked. It should have been self-evident. I was a man, she was a woman and if she showed her tits, I would look. The math couldn't be simpler.

"If I had tits like Renee, maybe I could understand, but really? Me?" Renee was a busty brunette who shared our Anatomy 101 class.

"Tits are tits," I said, smiling at her good nature about my leering.

"At least you didn't tell me how more than a mouthful is waste. I don't think I even have a mouthful."

"Hm, I'm not sure. I might need a second look."

"Fuck you," Jillian said and then she smiled. I would be a presumptuous ass to assume she was flattered by my gaze. I had violated her wardrobe malfunction. I had lecherously leered at something she hadn't meant to show me. I didn't really care.

"Don't threaten me with a good time."

"Seriously, I don't get it. Are all men that hard up?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I'm as close to flat chested as girls get and you still looked," Jillian said. She wasn't lying. She was slight of figure. Her breasts would struggle to fill a B-cup. She was too slender for her waist to taper and her ass was too flat to hold up her jeans. I didn't care.

"I think you're beautiful," I said. It wasn't a line, either. Jillian's near white blonde hair, perfect smile and tom-boy attitude had sold me long before she gave me an accidentally peek down her blouse.

"You just want to get inside my pants," she charged.

"Only to find out if the carpet matches the drapes."

"You still wouldn't know. I shave." She smirked.

"Stop it," I said. I reached beneath the table and tugged at the front of my pants. It wasn't a polite gesture and I didn't care. My pants needed the extra room.

"Stand up," she said.

"No."

"Why? Afraid I might see something I shouldn't see?"

"Show me your tits again and maybe I'll show it all to you."

"Liar," she charged. "Stand up and let me see."

"Fine," I agreed. I wasn't hard. I was getting hard, but I wasn't all the way hard. I had been bent the wrong way to get hard. That was a problem I fixed when I readjusted. I stood and she stared at my crotch.

"Either I didn't do much or your girlfriends are very disappointed."

"Fuck you," I retorted. That was rude on her part. Any adult, mature woman should know better than to make fun of a man's manhood. "Just because I'm excited doesn't mean I'm instantly hard."

"So what's it take to get you hard?"

"Lean back over the table and find out," I suggested.

"I'm serious."

"I am, too," I assured her.

"You're saying, seeing my tits and nothing more would get you hard?"

"Maybe."

"Which is it? It will or won't?"

"There are lots of ways for you to make me hard."

"Interesting," she said with a sly smile on her face. "If I make you hard, will you show it to me?"

"Show you what? My hard-on?" I asked. She nodded.

"Where ever we are when it happens."

"I'm not getting naked in public," I said. "If you get me hard in public, seeing the bulge in my pants will have to be enough."

"Aw, you're no fun. What if I get naked in public? Then you have to show me, right?"

"Keep talking like that and you won't have to get naked in public to get me hard." I tugged at my pants, providing myself the extra room I needed. She wore a wistful grin on her face as she stared at the front of my pants. I wasn't hard, but I was growing harder. I felt my trouser snake extending down the inside of my thigh and I knew I was giving her a bit of a show. Two buttons at the top of her blouse were undone. She made it three buttons and adjusted her collar to maximize how much of her breastbone was displayed. "Now you're not playing fair."

"Why not?" she asked. She leaned over the tabletop and fiddled with the book on my side of the table. She flipped pages back and forth, as if she was looking for something. I was too busy staring inside her shirt to care. I grabbed the front of my pants, giving myself a caress. It was a rude gesture and she rewarded it with more than a smile. She opened another button and pulled her blouse to the side, exposing her right breast. Her eyes were on the front of my pants. I caressed my growing prick. She pinched her pink nipple and pulled on it. That's when against my thigh wasn't enough anymore for my trouser snake. My dick began growing upwards as it grew harder.

Through the open double doors to the common room, I could hear the activity of people heading out to class or returning from it. We were off to the side, out of view of the doorway, but it didn't change how anyone could walk in at any moment and see us. I stole a glance at the doorway. "This is crazy," I said.

"Why? You're not showing anything."

"Thanks," I growled. Jillian giggled.

"I didn't mean like that. You're showing plenty. I like it. I want to see it."

"We can go up to your room and I'll show you," I offered.

"Can't. My roommate would be there. Show me here."

"Now?" I asked. She nodded.

"What if someone walks in?"

"Yeah, what if?" she asked. She flicked her finger across the stiff nub of her nipple. "Show me."

I don't know why I did it. Because I was hard? I don't know. I've been hard before without feeling the need to unleash the beast. Because she told me to do it? Maybe. Because she was playing with her nipple and I could see how it had changed from bright pink to a darker pink. She was excited and wanted her to be more excited. "That's all I'm going to do," I said.

"Okay," she grinned. She sat back in her chair, glanced at the open doorway and opened her blouse the rest of the way. I could see both of her tits. She smiled and waited.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," I said. I looked at the doorway and undid the button of my jeans. I slid down the zipper and looked again. I hooked my thumbs inside the waistband of my boxers and pushed down my jeans and underwear far enough to give her a full view of my cock and balls. I held my pants and underwear down long enough for her to get a good look. My cock throbbed a couple of times and then I pulled myself back together.

"Aw," Jillian groaned, but then she smiled as she re-worked the buttons on her blouse. She gave another sunny smile. "That was fun."

"You're a prick tease."

"You say that as if it's a bad thing."

"You're not the one sitting there with a hard-on."

"Life sucks, doesn't it?" she grinned. "Now can we study? I have class in another hour."

I was hooked on Jillian, which is different than being attracted to her. Being attracted to Jillian was easy. She was skinny, but she was pretty, too. She was smart and funny, both of those things mattered to me. But what hooked me was her sense of play. I played it cool around her for a couple days. While I wanted to see if we could repeat what happened in the common room of her dormitory, I knew I would sound like a jerk if I mentioned it too soon. If I was lucky, she would mention it. If I was luckier, she would wear that same blouse around me again. I took her out on a date that weekend. We had a great time, even if nothing happened, not even a good-night kiss.

We spent a lot of time together that weekend. On Tuesday, we studied again in her common room without her flashing me. I was growing restless. Being back at the scene of the crime was getting to me. She sat next to me and noticed how much I was squirming. "Problem?" she asked.

"Just remembering what happened last time we were in this room," I admitted.

"Yeah, that was fun," she said. I couldn't tell what she meant by that. Was she dismissing it as a onetime only event? That was disappointing. She turned back to the open anatomy book in front of us and flipped a page before asking, "You're not getting excited again, are you?"

"Maybe," I said. I wasn't hard, but I was excited. My prick was a constant presence against my thigh. In hopes of what might happen, I had gone commando. It gave me more room inside my pants and easier access if something more happened.

"You're lying," she said.

"Check for yourself," I replied, giving her a daring stare. Jillian held my stare, grinned and put her hand on knee. "I'm not that big," I told her. She slipped her hand up my leg. "You're getting warmer." She slipped her hand farther between my legs and moved it higher. "Warmer," I encouraged. She smiled and moved her fingers over the lump in my pants.

"Better?" she asked.

"I'll give you two hours to stop doing that," I joked.

"Something tells me it won't take that long if I keep doing this."

She was right. With her encouragement, I was getting harder. She squeezed my tube steak and it grew hard enough that I had to adjust things. "Excuse me," I said, reworking how my manparts were arranged. She put her hand on top of my bulge.

"So what now?" she asked.

"Your room?" I asked, forgetting about her roommate. She reminded me. "Then I don't know. We could go to my room, but I don't know if my roommate will be there or not." Sometimes he was, sometimes he wasn't. There was no way for me to know without checking.

"That sucks," she said. I felt her fingers tugging on the button of my jeans. I didn't stop her. She pulled my pants open and put her hand inside. She caressed the length of my cock. It felt so good. She tugged up and down on me. She glanced over her shoulder at the open doorway to the common room. "If we weren't where someone could walk in on us, I would so do you right now."

"It feels like you are," I admitted.

"I'm so wet."

"Prove it," I said. I grabbed at her crotch. She squirmed against me. I tugged open her pants. Our arms crossed as I reached across her to slip my hand inside her open pants. I felt her lack of pubic hair before my fingers slipped between her pussy lips. She hadn't been lying. She was wet. "This is unfair," I told her.

"Why?"

"Because I could take care of you like this and it's no big deal."

"Sucks to be a dude," she said. When she caressed my balls, my hard cock pressed against her wrist. Damn it, she was killing me. She stared at my face, her eyes locked on mine as our hands moved inside each other's pants. We were lost in the moment when two girls from the dorm walked into the common room laughing and giggling. Jillian and I panicked. We pulled our hands back to ourselves and watched the two girls. One of them waved at Jillian. If they saw what we were doing, it didn't show. The two women sat on a couch facing the TV across the room. They were facing away from us, deep in conversation. Jillian and I hurriedly redid our pants.

"Hey Jillian, you're taking anatomy, aren't you?" one of the two girls asked, looking over her shoulder at us. She was blonde and pretty. Her friend was a pretty brunette.

"That's what we're studying right now," I offered.

"Is it hard?" asked the blonde.

"Oh yeah," Jillian giggled.

"Really?" the blonde asked, looking deflated.

"Oh, you meant the class?" Jillian asked. "The class is okay. Lots of memorizing."

Both girls laughed at her joke. Sitting on the couch gave them a lower vantage point. They could see beneath the table where Jillian and I sat. "How hard is it?" the brunette asked with a big grin. She was looking beneath our table.

"Really hard," Jillian said and put her hand over my hard-on. She gave me a squeeze. I was startled. Didn't she realize her two friends could see her hand? I crossed my legs, propping my left ankle on the right knee to mask what Jillian was doing without blocking her access.

"Aw, he's not fun," the brunette said.

"Hey, that's unfair," Jillian said. She pushed my foot off my knee.

I wasn't sure what to say or do. The two girls were leaning over the back of the couch. It was obvious where they were looking. Didn't Jillian care? "I'm guessing their friends of yours?" I asked.

"Marie and I were suitemates our freshman year," Jillian said. The blonde waved at me. "Now she's a suitemate with Jennifer." The brunette waved, too. Jillian unfastened the front of my pants.

"Whoa," I said, putting my hand on top of hers.

"What? Bashful?"

The two girls on the couch were quiet, but they were both smiling from ear to ear. It was plain they were eager to see how far Jillian would push things.

"If you pull it out, you better do more than stroke it," I mumbled.

"More your hand and find out," she whispered back. I pulled my hand away, allowing Jillian to pull my pants open and expose my hard cock to her friends. "See?" she asked them.

"It looks really hard," Jennifer said. She tucked an errant strand of her brown hair behind her ear.

Jillian began stroking me. What I mean is, she began tugging and pulling on my hard cock with a single purpose in mind. She wanted to get me off. I gave her a desperate look. "What?" she asked.

"That feels really good," I said, hoping she would pick up on my meaning.

"How good?" Marie asked.

"Too good," I said. I brushed Jillian's hand away from me and tried closing my pants. As much fun as this was, anyone else could walk in on us. Worse, what was going to happen if she got me off? Where would I come? On the bottom of the table? On myself? I didn't want the mess.

"Problem?" Jillian asked. "Am I doing it wrong?"

"No, you're doing fine. But what happens when I, you know, get off?"

"Are you that close?" she asked. I nodded. She was still trying to grab my private parts. She looked across the table to where her friends sat. "What do you think I should do?"

"You should probably swallow," Marie suggested.

"Yeah, I sometimes sit at that table and I don't want to sit in some crust puddle of spunk," Jennifer added.

"If I promise to swallow, can I finish?" Jillian asked me. I was helpless to refuse her. I moved my hand. She pushed my pants open as far as she could and went back to jerking me off. "I'm not going to blow you," she said. "Not in front of them. But you better tell me before you get off."

I nodded. It wasn't going to take long. I was too excited. Unlike some guys, I don't jerk off after I start seeing a woman. I don't want to waste an orgasm I could give to her. I know a lot of guys think it's a good idea to rub one out before a date. They claim it helps them maintain control if something happens later in the date. I'm not one of those guys. First of all, I don't think it helps with my control. Secondly, why waste one? So what if I come too soon the first time? If I'm horny enough, I'll keep going.

Jillian tugged and pulled on me with a kind of expertise that made me wonder about her previous experience. I didn't ask. I didn't risk saying anything. The last thing I wanted to do was ruin this moment. I didn't believe she was doing it or that she was going to catch my load in her mouth, but I wasn't going to risk jinxing the moment, either. I watched the two girls sitting across from us. They were smiling. They exchanged occasional glances, but mostly they stared at the show happening beneath the table. Jillian picked up the pace of her handjob and moved me closer to my finish.

"Now," I gasped.

"Really?" she asked, still pulling on me.

"Yes. Now!" I said, afraid she wouldn't get there in time. Lithe and nimble, Jillian fell face first into my lap. She wrapped her lips around the head of my prick and kept jerking me. She got there just in time. I'm sure my first spurt sprayed the back of her throat. I heard her moan and she didn't stop jerking me until my orgasm was spent.

"Yummy," she reported as she sat back up. She pulled at my open jeans, suggesting I should get dressed. I did. "Enjoy the show?" she asked her friends.

"Yeah, I think that makes us even," Jennifer said.

"For now," Marie said and the two girls stood up, waved good-bye and walked out of the common room.

"What was that about?" I asked, feeling a bit used and definitely out of the loop.

"Let's just say I was wrong to let Jennifer catch me trying to borrow Marie's vibrator from their room."

"No shit?" I asked, startled. "When did that happen?"

"Last Tuesday. For some reason, I got really worked up and was desperate for something more than my fingers," Jillian said with an embarrassed smile. "So I told them they could watch me do that to you."

"Now what?" I asked.

"Why don't you call your roommate and see if he's gone," she suggested and closed the anatomy book. I made sure he was and went back to my room for an afternoon of hands-on anatomy lessons.