Working Up an Appetite

Class was going to start soon and Laura was having a difficult time getting dressed. Usually, on a sunny autumn day like this, she’d toss on some skinny jeans, maybe a t-shirt or hoodie, and call it a day. She had never been one for going all out on a regular old weekday, but after breaking up with her high school boyfriend of three years the night before, Laura needed a change. It had been coming for some time now of course, after she went to Virginia for college and Davis to Florida, and after a girl Laura didn’t know had contacted her to say that she had been sleeping with him, not knowing he was attached. That wasn’t the end of it though; he was a good enough liar. It took another couple of months for their calls to dwindle to once a week and for Davis to shout at her, she expected drunkenly, for being clingy. That was when she finally gave up on her high school sweetheart. Now, everything felt a little off. Even her clothes wouldn’t do, so ultimately Laura dug out a black maxi skirt, her only crop top – a red one with a sunflower across the bust, and a faded denim jacket to wear to class.

She felt somewhat exposed when she left her dorm building, never having revealed her stomach in public before, but at least, she thought, there was no reason to be self-conscious. Laura had always been rail-thin, with just enough curve developing along her hips and breasts in her teens to fill out a prom dress or two. She didn’t have to try to stay thin and couldn’t have gained weight if she wanted to, but she liked the light way she could move through a space, her straight brown hair trailing behind her to midway down her back and her blue eyes leading the way. She had an intense face with high cheekbones, shapely lips, and an even tan, but the softness of her expressions outweighed the perfectly angled bone structure.

Laura made her way slowly to her first class, Art History 202, slipped through the door behind a couple who didn’t notice her approaching, and found a chair near the front of the lecture hall. At two minutes till, students were pouring through the double doors, knowing full well that Dr. Bradbury would lock them at the beginning of class. She stood to the side with a lanyard and key in her clasped hands as if to remind them of this. 

Laura pulled a notebook from her shoulder bag on the floor and flipped it open, trying to remember what class was going to be about today. Just as she found her most recent notes, Dr. Bradbury clicked her key in the closed doors and announced, “All right, who’s ready to get their tests back?” A chorus of groans answered. “Now don’t you all be so negative; I was pleasantly surprised with them for once. I don’t normally get this much interest in the modernist movement.”

The class fell into a hushed murmur as the professor and her teaching assistant moved up and down aisles handing back graded tests from the previous class. Laura remembered expecting a high B, but when Dr. Bradbury came around with her test, she smiled and handed her a 94. Just as she turned away, there was a knock at the locked doors and an older boy’s face appeared in the window – Joseph – Laura vaguely knew the name. 

“You know the rules, Joseph,” Dr. Bradbury called. “You may pick up your test the next time class meets or come by during my office hours.”

With that, he huffed and turned down the hall towards the closest exit. The teaching assistant handed out the last of her stack of papers and Dr. Bradbury dismissed class early, as was customary for days she handed back tests. Those with failing grades were then welcome to stay for a review session. Laura stood to leave with everyone else who piled back out of the room and made her way to the exit, where she noticed Joseph perched on a railing and smoking a cigarette. He was tall with dark hair that reached lazily to his ears and faded into a short, neatly trimmed beard. His face, as agitated as he was, always looked kind and she couldn’t help but running her eyes down the rest of his body as she often did during class. They had been grouped together for a research project once and the whole time she had been distracted by the muscle in his arms and chest that showed through the band t shirts he always wore. Laura was focused on his arms now, but as she passed him on the short set of stairs, she glanced up to see how upset he was – she loved Dr. Bradbury, but there was near constantly a student peeved at her about one thing or the next. 

Joseph let out a breath of smoke as Laura looked at him and upon making eye contact, she promptly tripped over the backpack he had slumped onto the ground.

Shit, she thought to herself, watching the notebook in her hand go sailing and the ground get closer, this is what I get for doing something different and wearing an ankle-length skirt.

The fall wasn’t so bad. There was only grass at the bottom of the stairs and Laura caught herself on her elbows before her face made contact with it.

“Are you alright?” Joseph called from behind her and Laura suddenly remembered that she had run out of clean underwear this morning and forgone it completely, something she almost never did. Joseph had been right behind her when she fell, but if he had caught a glimpse, he didn’t act like it.

“Let me grab that,” he said, jogging over to her notebook and then offering a hand to help her up. She took it and tried to hide the red in her face as Joseph’s eyes ran over her, searching for injuries. Laura remembered her exposed waist and blushed even harder.

“I’m fine; I think it was this stupid skirt,” she laughed, flattening it with her hand.

“No, I shouldn’t have left my bag out in the way,” he said. “I’m sorry about that.”

The group of people leaving the building had thinned to nothing as most of them wanted to escape having to help someone off the ground. 

“Well, I’m fine either way. It’s no big deal,” Laura smiled. 

“You know,” Joseph said, looking her in the eye, “I’m having a pretty bad day. It looks to me like you are too. Would you like to get lunch and complain about it together? My treat.”

Laura thought about it for a second, but this guy seemed to genuinely not expect anything from her – and she was trying to get out of her comfort zone after that last fight with Davis the night before. 

“That sounds perfect!” she said brightly and they began in the direction of the school’s food court.

“Actually,” Joseph paused mid-step to face Laura. “Do you want to get some real food? My car is in the lot around the building and there’s a great little sandwich shop downtown.”

Laura hesitated again, but it was the end of the semester and she hadn’t missed a class all year. Skipping Biology once wouldn’t make much of a difference and it would be good for her to get off campus for awhile. “I’d love that,” she replied.

Joseph’s car was a shiny black four door with heavily tinted windows that he cracked an inch or two when they got in. It wasn’t a hot day out, but under that dark paintjob, the inside of the car was roasting and Laura immediately took off her jacket. 

“So tell me,” Joseph said, starting the engine, “what had you looking so down walking out of the art building?”

“Oh, you noticed?” Laura blushed again. “I thought I hid it better than that. I had a bad breakup last night and I guess it’s been hard to keep my mind off of it.” She surprised herself talking so openly with someone she barely knew, but he seemed interested. “We had been together since high school, a few years now, and for some reason I thought we could make long distance work.”

“That’s pretty rough,” Joseph said. He pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road. “Props for making it work as long as you did though. Long distance is hard. There’s a lot you miss out on.”

“Oh you don’t have to tell me. I never thought I could miss sex this much,” Laura laughed then looked at him to see if she had made things uncomfortable.

“I don’t doubt that,” Joseph laughed and she relaxed. “Any likely prospects in that department? I’m sure it won’t take you long to get back on the horse, especially looking like that.” 

“I don’t know. Would you consider this a date?” Laura said, getting into a playful mood. 

“It’s whatever you want it to be,” Joseph grinned at her as they came to a stoplight.

“Well then I’ll let you know.”

They rode in silence for awhile and Laura was getting excited about being in the car with a new guy for a date – or whatever it was. She had never done anything very adventurous and now that she had cut off her hometown romance, it seemed like anything could happen. She could do whatever she wanted to and she had been eyeing Joseph for awhile now, even though she never would’ve come onto him when she was dating Davis. There was nothing to stop her anymore.

Joseph noticed her staring from his passenger seat and took a chance, taking one hand off the wheel to rest it on Laura’s knee. She felt a heat rush up her leg and placed her hand on top of his, realizing how big it was next to her own. She paused a moment before beginning to inch up the maxi skirt with her free hand, pulling with two fingers until the fabric revealed one of her slender legs up to the thigh. Joseph’s eyes were darting back and forth between the road and her lap and she giggled at how quickly she had changed the mood. There was a bulge hardening underneath the zipper of his jeans and she made a point of looking at it so that he let out a low chuckle. 

“I didn’t expect this from you,” he said. “We’re in broad daylight unless you forgot.”

“That’s the fun part,” Laura replied, peeking up at him from under her dark lashes before lifting her skirt to reveal her pussy, legs still pressed together shyly.

“I knew you weren’t wearing anything under there,” he said and groaned when she pulled his hand in as permission to touch her. Joseph kept his eyes on the road as he began massaging her clit in slow circles and she melted into the leather seat, starting to moan softly.

“Will you do something for me?” he asked, quickening the motion of his fingers so that Laura let out an excited yelp. 

“What is it?” she whimpered, feeling her wetness soak into the fabric underneath her.

“I want you to take off your shirt,” he growled, stealing a glance over her body as she wriggled against his hand, getting ever wetter.

Without a word, Laura slipped the shirt over her head and pulled the straps of her black bralette down her shoulders, allowing her breasts to pop over the hems. At this time of day, they were meeting a steady flow of cars from the other direction and she doubted the tinted windshield kept her well hidden. The thought made a jolt of heat shoot down her body and she squirmed even harder against Joseph’s hand. 

His dick was tight against his clothes and he pushed a finger inside of her, to which she responded with a breathy gasp of pleasure. Laura ran her hand up his leg and began rubbing him as best she could from the passenger seat, moaning louder and fondling her nipple with her fingers, clearly about to come. Joseph was gripping the steering wheel hard with his free hand and making a pained effort to pay attention to the road. They were approaching a stoplight and as the car slowed to a stop, Laura remembered herself and pushed Joseph’s hand away, giggling and pulling her jacket over her chest.

“Finally got nervous, did you?” he said and tugged at a corner of denim. A tall truck, whose driver could easily see into the cab of Joseph’s car, rolled to a halt beside them at the red light. 

“A bit,” Laura hugged the jacket closer against her bare chest. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“You were getting close; I could tell,” Joseph replied. “Come on, put the jacket back down. I know you liked it.”

He was right. She felt exhilarated at the thought of anyone seeing her and of being almost naked in the middle of town like this. Without looking at the neighboring vehicle, Laura slid the jacket down her body and onto the floor, feeling the heat of the day and the eyes of strangers on her breasts and under her hitched-up skirt. As the light turned green and traffic began to move again, she spread her legs and started playing with herself, sliding two fingers in and out quickly. The next stoplight wasn’t very far off and they had barely picked up any speed, so Joseph gave her nearly all of his attention as she got louder and louder. The tension was almost unbearable, so as the car was coming to it’s next stop, she let out a final whimper and orgasmed in a rush. Joseph braked for the light and looked at her panting in his passenger seat, legs still spread and sopping wet. She stared back at him, wanting more. 

“I’m going to fuck you,” he said and Laura laughed as he gunned the engine all the way down the street. He pulled into what she assumed was the sandwich shop and drove right through the lot, around a corner, and parked behind the building. 

“Come here,” Joseph told her. Laura watched him undo his jeans and pull out a sizeable cock, much larger than she was used to. Before he could say anything else she bent down and took him into her mouth, sucking gently on the tip at first and then slowly working all of him into the back of her throat. He put his head back and let out a low groan as she bobbed her head up and down, feeling his body tighten each time she ran her lips over the head. He was so hard she thought he might come then and there, so she brought her head up one last time, sucking hard, and let go. As she did, Joseph grabbed her hair, pulled her face to his, and kissed her hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth when she opened it to moan for him. 

Laura couldn’t stand waiting any longer and climbed over to straddle him in the driver’s seat. There was barely space for her, but she managed to wriggle her small body into the position and sink down onto Joseph’s lap. He pressed his cock into her gently and her breathing quickened as every inch of him slid into her tight pussy. It was already better than she’d ever had before.

“Oh fuck,” Joseph whispered appreciably. Laura put her arms around him and began to grind against his waist. He bent his head down and took one of her nipples softly between his teeth, then started sucking on it harder and cupped a hand around her other breast, rubbing his thumb back and forth over that nipple. Laura bounced up and down in his lap, clenching her whole body in a wave of pleasure. 

Joseph leaned back to take in the sight of her and moved his hands to her hips where the skirt was still bunched up, no longer hiding anything. He pushed up into her with each stroke, going as deep as he could, and she got louder each time she came back down on his dick. He was surprised no one had heard her from the restaurant yet and come out to see the show she was putting on. 

“Joseph, I’m going to come!” Laura almost shouted. 

He took a fistful of long hair and tilted her head back to kiss her neck while thrusting in time with the motion of her hips. A shudder ran through Laura’s body and he felt her tighten around him. She came again, soaking his lap, and Joseph couldn’t contain himself anymore. He held her hips down against his own and came deep inside of her. She felt the hot pulse of him finishing and threw her head back, nearly shouting his name, then collapsed onto his chest, exhausted and satisfied.

Laura laid against him for a moment before remembering where they were, in a parked car behind a small building next to a main road. She bolted upright and searched their surroundings for witnesses. Surprisingly enough, the back of the lot was entirely empty, but Laura just caught what looked like a college-age boy peeking around the corner of the restaurant before ducking back behind it. A moment later another one, probably a student from their school, walked out from behind the building. Emboldened by his friend, the other followed suit and they met Laura’s eyes through the car window before running their gazes down her body.

“They probably saw everything,” Joseph said as Laura moved back into the passenger seat. She didn’t make an effort to hide herself though. She was enjoying the way they looked at her.

“I hope they did,” she replied.

“You’re just full of surprises,” Joseph laughed. “Are you ready to go eat?”

“I guess so,” she sighed and began to pull on her clothes. With that, the two boys lost interest and left. Their free thrill was over. 

Laura’s skirt was wet all down the back and the idea of going into the restaurant that way almost worked her up all over again. Maybe on the way back to campus, she thought. As she was about to open her door, she heard the chirp of her ringtone and held up the phone to see Davis’ name playing across the screen. 

“Who’s that?” Joseph asked.

“No one important.”

Laura gave him a quick kiss before hopping out of the car. He followed and they walked around the building and into the restaurant. 

“What a hell of a first date,” Joseph said when they got to a table and he pulled out Laura’s chair for her.

She sat down and laughed, “Just wait until the second.”