"You're too kind, but I am a little older than that," she said.
"Well you don't look it. You look really good!" Gemma said. I just let myself be happy at this point because they had both finished their tea, they were feeling the ecstasy pill and they were flirting! Sharon blushed.
"Thank you!" Sharon gushed. She looked a little red. She must've been hot because she removed her jacket, revealing a large bosom. Gemma stared at her chest.
"Do you work out?" Gemma asked, finally looking away from Sharon's chest. Sharon was obviously enjoying Gemma's conversation. I rolled my eyes but no one saw. Neither of them were paying me any mind.
"I do," Sharon answered, resting her chin in her palm, her elbow on the table.
"It shows," Gemma said. Gag me! I decided that now was the perfect time to put on some music! I turned on Pandora on my phone and music started playing from the tiny speakers.
"I love this song!" Gemma exclaimed, jumping up from her seat. She grabbed Sharon's hand. "Dance with me!" Sharon half-ass resisted but ended up getting up and going with Gemma into the living room to dance. I followed them, bringing the music with me.
Once Gemma and Sharon started dancing, I turned the music up even louder. They were getting hotter and more into it so Sharon pulled off her shirt, wearing just a tank top and her jeans. She eventually took off her shoes and socks. I was surprised by how loose she was getting. Gemma was getting loose and was doing a lot of touching on both herself and Sharon. She kept putting her hands on Sharon's hips. Then she spanked Sharon, causing all of us to laugh. She danced behind her and Sharon actually started grinding on her while Gemma held her waist. One minute they were dancing and the next minute, they were kissing! They fell onto the couch and Gemma had her hand up Sharon's shirt, touching her breasts and her tongue down Sharon's throat. They had forgotten all about me.
I started inconspicuously taking pictures. Gemma pulled off Sharon's tank top, popped her large breasts out of her bra and began sucking on Sharon's nipples. Sharon was moaning and writhing under Gemma. Gemma shoved a hand down into Sharon's jeans and began fingering her. I had so many pictures, I was grinning like a lunatic. Once I got pictures of Gemma eating Sharon's pussy, I knew that I had all the evidence I needed. I grabbed my things and decided to leave these two love birds alone.
I walked back to campus with a new pep in my step. I was successful in my endeavors. I had won the battle, but there would be many more before I could claim victory of the war. As I was walking, someone called my name. I looked around and saw Richard sitting at a table, waving me over. This day just kept getting better and better! I walked over to him with a huge grin, that made his own smile grow.
"Hey," I greeted him as I sat down across from him at the table. There was a basket of French fries in front of him and a large drink.
"Hey, how are you?" He asked me.
"I'm good," I answered.
"You look it," he replied. I giggled and rolled my eyes. "You want some of my French fries?" I nodded and he pushed the basket towards me. "So where were you headed when I called you over?" He asked me. I shrugged taking a fry and eating it.
"Nowhere," I answered.
"Class?" He asked.
"I skipped it," I told him. He looked shocked.
"Bad girl," he said. I smiled.
"Maybe. You share your fries with every girl who walks past?" I teased.
"No just you," he answered sweetly. "So, why'd you make me do that pose in class today?" He asked. I laughed.
"You were a natural," I told him. He laughed. "Did you like that pose?" I asked him. He blushed.
"With the right girl, yea," he answered. I took another fry and played with it with my tongue.
"Am I the right girl?" I asked. He licked his lips.
"That's what I'm trying to find out." Suddenly I felt as though someone was staring at me. I looked past Richard and saw Professor Moore. He had just walked out of the Creative Arts building and was staring me down. I returned my gaze to Richard.
"Those fries made me thirsty," I told him.
"You want my drink? I haven't drunk from it yet," he told me, pushing the cup towards me.
"You sure?" I asked before taking it.
"Yea, it's all yours. You can have the fries too." I grinned at him before grabbing the cup and taking a long sip. I knew that Professor Moore was watching and I was loving every minute of it. Once I had drunk enough, I took out my phone.
"What's your number Richard?" I asked him. He looked surprise by how forward I was, but told me his phone number anyway. "I'll text you," I told him standing up and picking up the basket of fries and the soda. I turned around and headed back the way I had come, feeling two pairs of eyes staring at my ass.
I ate the fries as I walked. When I finished them, I tossed them in the trash and continued drinking the soda. As I reached my apartment building, I received a text message. It was from Professor Moore and said: