Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 17B

"Oh, you are such a dear," his head bobbed, "I worried about agreeing to this, but..." he shifted, and Sharon knew he was erect. She wondered if he had needed pharmaceutical assistance, and then hoped not, wondering if it would make him some inexhaustible dynamo. As she was thinking, he sipped at his wine, then glanced at the small piece of steak on his plate. Sharon looked, surprised to realize it was actually fillet, cut to barely more than bite sized servings, with similar helpings of beans, scalloped potatoes, and a dinner roll barely the size of a golf ball. "I suppose we should eat," he seemed sad again, "Pretend it's a real date." Sharon released his hand,

"Oh this is a date," she assured him, "It happens you're my Valentine as of right now." Which was not a lie, really, was it? The curtain parted, and one of the upper class BZ Bitches set her drink on the table. A daiquiri. She found herself wishing it had been the blue Hawaii, confident Lorenz would better remember that sort of Valentine's gift. Could she get away with offering more? She had already pushed such a thought aside as the curtain dropped closed. She took a sip, then speared one of the small pieces of meat. It was delicious. Taking another drink, she decided she should not delay-- she had no idea how many diners the frat had arranged to enjoy their 'Valentine's dinner.'

"Lorenz," she purred, leaning close, "I'm hungry, but not," she glanced down, "Not hungry for dinner." He stiffened, looking about as if shocked at the idea of anything happening right there. She leaned close, kissing his cheek, then whispering, "Go ahead and eat," and slid her plate over, "It's so little that they offer us... I want something more." She had considered saying 'bigger' but felt it was too much. She kissed him again, on the lips, then the neck, and then she slipped down beneath the level of the table. Her fingers had already found the pull of his zipper. She nearly giggled at the baggy underwear, so much like what Chris wore. She could feel his erection through the cotton, and quickly enough freed him, engulfing him in a smooth stroke the moment his glans peeked through his open slacks. "Mmmm," she murmured, holding him completely in her mouth, tongue working him expertly.

Above her head, his hand caught the table edge hard enough that the glasses rattled. Sharon was puzzled for a moment, having expected him to catch her head, tangle her hair. It was a telling reminder that this was not her usual partner, and she changed tactics, slowing things down, sucking instead of stimulating the shaft with her tongue. She listened to his breathing for a cue. Lorenz was almost panting, and she knew she could easily tip him over the edge. Instead she sat up, wiping at her mouth and reaching for her drink.

"I'm sorry," she smiled at him, "I was so eager I've prevented you from eating." Lorenz looked dazed, and while his mouth moved, no words escaped. He looked down at his manhood, then back at Sharon. She smiled coquettishly, "You were enjoying that, weren't you?" He managed a spastic nod. She licked her lips, then took another drink, pocketing a small ice cube in her cheek, "Good, me too," she said, holding his gaze with her own, "But I'm not done yet." And then she dove back down onto him.

"Oh God!" he finally managed. His hips rose off of the bench to meet her the second time. She kept her tongue away, bobbing her head up and down in slow strokes, keeping a constant easy vacuum. When he had calmed, riding out the unaccustomed stimulation, she teased with her tongue, just the glans at the top of each stroke... and then the shaft with each down stroke.

When she slipped the ice chip out, pressing it against the underside of his cock as she slurped at him again , holding herself against his crotch and sucking more hungrily, Lorenz gasped. His hands moved again, clutching at the table as his hips thrust at her face. An instant later, his hands were at her head, but they were pulling, as if to stop her.

"Oh I'm going to... Watch out!" he gasped, and then he was erupting. Sharon swallowed it expertly, careful not to over stimulate, which was not usually a problem with her men, a thought that left her buzzed and slightly aroused herself, if also embarrassed. She waited as he softened in her mouth, gently tonguing up the last of his jism before she came up, exaggerating her own breathing.

"Oh my goodness," she covered her mouth, reaching for the napkin, "I thought I might drown."

"I'm sorry," Lorenz eyes were anguished, "I'm so sorry, dear... I tried to warn you..." Sharon patted his hand, not wanting him to worry.

"Oh no, sweetie, that was just what I wanted. You mean your wife never..." he seemed aghast, shaking his head. "Well, it can be so messy otherwise," Sharon shrugged, as if she was done thinking about it, "It's kind of a compliment when you can get a man off like that... For a moment it feels like I have incredible power over someone else." The spent educator smiled weakly, but without a hint of doubt. "I interrupted your meal," Sharon pouted then, "It's not much, but what I had was delicious," she paused and bit her lower lip just so, "All of it," she whispered with a wink. "Go ahead, enjoy yourself.

"I'd rather enjoy you," the man seemed shocked at his own statement, but did not back down. He glanced down at his still open trousers and flaccid cock, "Though I suspect you've finished me." Sharon smiled gently, "Then I guess we will have to try again some time." She blinked, even as she said that... was she supposed to make such an offer? She glanced around, remembering their were certainly cameras around them. Lorenz was blissfully unaware, his entire focus on her again.

"I don't mean to be too forward," he hesitated, putting himself away, "And you've been so wonderful already, but..." he seemed unable to go on, though Sharon knew what he had been planning to say-- his eyes were again glued to her chest.

"You'd like to see me?" Sharon smiled, just like she did dancing at the club.

"Why wouldn't I?" she asked, dodging the question without hesitation. Lorenz positively beamed.

"I... amazing. I guess I thought with all these..." he flushed, "Uhm, these athletes, you would find me rather..."

"You're a gentleman in a world with far too little chivalry," Sharon told him, "And I suspect however you arrange to do this..." she stopped, unsure how he had learned about the holiday entertainment. "Go ahead and enjoy your meal," she shifted gears, "I hope you can forgive me, but I have to spell out one of the other girls, now." Lorenz nodded, thanking her again, and then actually turned his attention to the bits of food that were left on his plate. The image left Sharon smiling as she walked along the row of curtained booths to the back.

She was not the first to finish, she saw. Her sisters were laughing among themselves, telling stories of their encounters. 'He came before I touched him,' someone laughed behind her, 'You're lucky,' Megan answered, 'I tried everything I could think of buy my guy couldn't get it up.' 'How'd you finish?' 'Who said you have to be hard to cum?'

Dave cleared his throat, quieting the giggling knot of BZ Bitches.

"Careful, some of our guests are right there,' he nodded toward the plywood and particle board divider. Duly chastised, the women moved further into the preparation area, still laughing among themselves.

Sharon looked around for Kelly or Lisa, feeling out of place as the others swirled around her. She saw Diane across the room and started over, hoping to ask how things were going at Snake Eyes, but then Amanda was in front of her.

"There you are," she acted as if Sharon should have been elsewhere, and the married coed was tempted to point out she was supposed to be driving home. "Your next date is waiting," she held up a card, with the top line crossed out. Sharon blinked, surprised to see at least five names below. She glanced over at Megan.

"I don't see them going out again already."

"They're working tonight, too," the upper classman countered, "I thought you had someplace else you 'had to be.'" Her tone suggested she doubted Sharon's excuse. Sharon bit her tongue, snatching the card and reading it, then lifting her chin, she strode past the bitchy girl playing at being a madam, to her next date.

Sharon's anger dissipated the moment she slipped behind the curtain, though. Todd Dow, the man waiting for her was more forlorn and beaten down by life than Lorenz, if that was possible, so much so that he started whether from her abrupt entrance or her expression she did not know.

"Oh, I uh... They said... well," Sharon tried a small smile.

"I'm sorry I'm late," she said, "They gave me the wrong table, and I had to go back to get things right, Mr. Dow." The man swallowed, head bobbing in acceptance. "I hope you're not angry at having to wait." That earned a head shake. She cocked hers, "Do I know you from someplace?" Another head shake. He could not meet her gaze, and was so anxious he was not even staring at her breasts... well, not much, anyway. She reached across, her hand closing on his. "I hope you enjoy our date tonight." The man's eyes widened and he seemed to see her-- really see her-- for the first time. His lips moved for a moment before he found his voice.

"It's real? This is a date?" Sharon struggled not to smile.

"I'm real," she patted his hand, "You're real. And we're both here for dinner on a special night, isn't that a date?"

"You got my..." he scrabbled beneath the table at the seat to his right, bringing up a bouquet of roses, "These are for you, but the hostess took your gift?" Sharon nodded, wondering again what sorts of 'gifts' the men were bringing. "Oh don't you worry about that... The flowers are lovely, but that's not why I'm here," she smiled, "I was told you might enjoy some company tonight... and I feel the same way." The man gulped and turned his attention to the food.

"I'm not... I mean... That would be nice..." He moved his fork over the nearly empty plate, "There's not much here," he frowned, taking the forkful of meat on his plate at once, "But it's good," he looked up and his eyes widened, head moving back as he looked at Sharon again. The sense of power was incredible... she knew how the other women were reveling in being able to utterly control men. She batted her eyes, tugging at the edge of her dress, knowing that in doing so the edge of an areola was visible.

"Todd," she murmured, "There's not much here, either..." The man seemed at a loss, mouth opening and closing before his eyes skittered away and down to the plate again.

"Very good," he managed, his voice almost strangled. Sharon deftly returned the dress to its 'proper' position just as one of the upper class BZ Bitches set her drink on the table. A blue Hawaii. Sharon took a drink, because she was suddenly wondering how they were supposed to go about having sex in the small booth. She watched him focused intently on the crumbs of food still on his plate.

"How did you hear about this?" she asked. For a moment her 'date' did not answer, and she wondered if he had not heard her.

"Friend mentioned it," he murmured, shaking his head and adding something under his breath. "Didn't believe..." He had looked up at her as he spoke, and suddenly seemed unable to look away or go on speaking.

"Oh believe it, I'm very real," Sharon reached out, catching hold of his hand, which twitched once. She squeezed gently, "Is this really your first time?" The man's eyes skated away to the right, looking for a lie, then refocused on her as he nodded, color rising in his cheeks. "Oh my God, I get to be your first?" Sharon was honestly touched, "That's a lot of responsibility," she said to herself as well as her 'date.' "I promise I'll try to make it a happy memory." She stopped, seeing the man swallow nervously. "Did you bring a condom?" He shook his head, and Sharon reached over with her free hand, selecting one from metal tin on the table that had been retasked from holding sugar packets. She held it up, "I guess it's a good thing the kitchen thinks ahead." The man smiled nervously. Sharon was still holding his hand, and she scooted towards him, using her other hand, still clutching the condom, to push the table away from them and toward the curtain.

"I think I this will be better than the meal," she murmured, leaning forward to kiss his cheek, and when she leaned back, his gaze followed until he realized that at the same time she had bared her breasts again, bringing his hand against her bare skin. He seemed ready to pull away, and Sharon held his hand in hers, pressing her chest against his fingers. "It's okay, Todd," she murmured, "I'm not fragile... It feels good when you touch them." He hesitantly flexed his fingers, pressing against her breast as if he was going to use a bowling ball. "Mmm," Sharon used her hand, so that his fingers were instead sliding over her skin. She brought his thumb around against her nipple, and moaned softly in response. He immediately began to repeat the motion with an almost comic focus.

She set her hand against his belt, looking at him and biting her lower lip just slightly. He blinked at her, then nodded. Sharon smiled, and deftly released the catch, and immediately thereafter the hook at the top of his slacks. His zipper came down easily, but then Sharon was stuck.

"Lift up, baby," she murmured, "Help me get them down." She was ready when he started to pull his hand away, pinning it to her bare breast, "Don't stop, Todd," she breathed, "Use your other hand." A few awkward moments later his pants were down almost to his knees. He had started to lower just his trousers, but as Sharon had tugged at his briefs, he had relented, leaving him naked from the waist to the mid thigh. She could almost see the mushroom tip of his cock between the leaves of his button front shirt. Bringing the condom packet to her mouth, Sharon caught it in her teeth, popping the coin's foil package apart enough to finish with the fingers of her free hand. "God that feels so good," she encouraged his continued ministrations at her breast, "Don't stop, baby, it makes me wet." Todd was clearly nervous, but he was not stopping, his entire attention on her breast. He was so enthralled when her fingers dove beneath the level of the table to slip the condom onto him, Sharon's date gasped and jumped. "Sorry," she offered a pout, "But I have to be careful, you know." Some of the men at the club were always difficult. There were even patrons who went so far as to bring 'proof' in the form of recent test results to get Go to let them have the women 'naturally.' She shivered at the memory of a particularly ardent fan who had agreed to have his blood tested at the club and who had paid handsomely to fuck her. Glancing again at Todd's groin, she found herself comparing the men, both of whom were strictly average if she was being generous.

For a moment she was distracted, surprised that the frat had not figured a way to give their customers a similar opportunity... maybe a fuzzy navel as the drink. As she giggled at the thought, she finished unrolling the condom onto Todd's erection. She found herself wishing the remaining condom was not so prominent, imagining it would limit her date's penetration.

"You're so hard," she whispered, even though he was not, "I'm so hot... Are you read?" Todd nodded jerkily, "I can't wait," she shifted, ass against the edge of the table as she straddled him on the bench, his hand still working her breast, "I want you right now..." As she spoke she caught hold of him, lining the end of his shaft with her sex. She paused, rubbing his glans against her clit. "God that feels good," she said honestly enough, then shifted closer to him, "So good I have to have it insi... ahhhh!" It was overly dramatic, but he did not seem to notice. Sharon arched her back as she began to rise and fall in careful movement, pinning Todd's hand uncomfortably between their chests. "So good," she panted, "Kiss them... Suck my breasts. Grab my ass, Todd." He managed to do so, his hands catching hold but then freezing in place as Sharon continued to ride him. He was more animated, though where his tenuous kiss of one nipple quickly became a hungry suckling.

Sharon knew he must be close. He was nearly trembling beneath her. She switched tactics, holding herself against him, grinding her hips, murmuring encouragement. His back arched, eyes snapping wide as he brought his head back, hands coming off of her ass, bracing on the cushioned seat to either side.

"So close," she moaned, closing her eyes, "So good, baby... I'm gonna cum," she lied easily, "Cum with me baby... Cum with me!" cinching her hands behind Todd's neck, Sharon leaned back away from him, letting him see her abdomen tremble as she mewled that she was cumming. He gasped, hands fluttering to her hips as if he wanted to hold her in place, then feared overstepping. Sharon considered collapsing back onto the table, but worried she would spill a drink or something. She flexed, letting her head rest against the side of Todd's as she panted at his ear. He slipped out of her a moment later, so quickly in fact that she found herself worrying the condom had come off. She reached down, finding it hanging forlornly from his softening cock.

"Mmmm," she smiled at him swinging her leg over so that she was on his other side, "That was amazing... The best Valentine a girl could want." He seemed proud but it was tenuous. "C'mon, tell the truth," she poked his chest playfully, "You do that all the time; you're just here so my night is not a total grind." Todd managed to shake his head. Sharon had stripped the condom off with one hand, and cupped her other over her crotch, "I should clean up," she pouted, even as she slipped her thong back into place, amused he had not noticed, "But I hope this was as good for you as it was for me." Todd managed a smile as well as a nod. He seemed unable to stop staring at her chest now. Sharon giggled, as if he had reminded her she was bare chested, and she covered her breasts with the dress once again. On a whim she leaned forward, pecking her second date on the cheek, and whispering, "Thank you so much!" before she slipped out of the booth and through the curtain, dodging servers as she hurried back to the ready room.

It was quieter than before, the women waiting their next assignment talking in small groups or sipping cans of diet soda and paging through magazines or digging through their bags. Sharon Saw both Kelly and Shannon lounging against the wall down the hallway, looking up as Dave was talking to them. She headed for her friends, but of course Amanda intercepted her again, waving a three by five card impatiently.

"C'mon, Shar'," she scolded, "That was a long time with that guy." Sharon shrugged, not getting drawn into the argument the younger woman apparently wanted, "You'll be working until close if you can't speed it up," she waved her clipboard for added emphasis.

"They deserve a happy Valentine," Sharon finally answered.

"Of course they do," the other woman offered a fake smile, "The best happy ending money can buy." Sharon shook her head, barely managing to keep from rolling her eyes. She checked the card out instead.

"Wait, there are two names," she looked up, "Who else is..."

"Just you, honey," Amanda motioned toward the curtain, "Go and make quick work of them, there's lots of lonely hearts." Sharon found she was grinding her teeth as she headed toward the booth, which was down the opposite side. She was surprised to see more BZ members sitting at the tables scattered across the middle of the room with dates, and enjoying real meals, rather than the bites and bits that their paying guests received. By the time she reached the curtain, the anger she had felt toward Amanda was gone, replaced by anxiety at what lay behind the curtain.