Ashley, meanwhile, seemed to be the only one in the cafeteria staring. She wasn’t at first—the two were being so obvious she didn’t think they’d make it ten seconds before people started screaming or flashing pictures. Still, nobody seemed to object to the scene unfolding in the cafeteria. It was clearly in people’s peripheral, but nobody intervened.
(A few guys were sneaking occasional looks at the way Brittney’s crouched position beautifully displayed her ass in those leggings, but still, they did no more than look.)
With nobody objecting to the face-fucking down the table from her, Ashley was sufficiently turned on watching (and knowing what seemed to be about to befall her) that she snuck a hand down her pants and teased her pussy. The jeans made it kind of a nuisance, but still, a whorish display like the one this blonde was putting on merited more than one orgasm. Besides, who would notice her with that going on.
Minutes passed without interruption; Ashley had sucked enough dicks to be able to see on his face when he was getting close. He seemed to notice it right around the same moment, and locked eyes with her. “Babe, I’m getting close.”
“Mmmmf fmmfmm,” she said enthusiastically around a mouthful of dick.
“I want to cum on your tits.”
Their observer failed to suppress a moan. He was going to spray this bitch’s tits, and as Ashley watched, the girl obediently lifted the sheer white top at the waist until the whole of her bra was showing. Impressively, she didn’t miss a beat in her impassioned blowjob as she did so, not even when she unclasped the bra—it was a front-clasp, luckily for her, luckily for his quality of blowjob—and let her bare tits out into the air.
With timing that bespoke much of how well this girl must know DJ’s dick, she pulled her mouth back off of him and smiled brightly, pumping his cock for not even two seconds before the first jet of cum spurted out and splashed across her boobs. Several more followed before he was spent, and then she leaned down and sucked him clean, nuzzling it with her cheeks and nose like she wanted some after-mouth-sex cuddling from it.
Her task complete, the girl stood and went back to her side of the table. The sight of DJ’s wet, naked cock, this girl topless and cum-coated in front of the whole cafeteria… it was too much, and Ashley came with an unbidden shout, thighs clenching as her pussy seized on the finger that had been teasing it.
An older woman in a hair net came over in a hurry in response to it. “Miss!” she said reprovingly. “What you were doing is incredibly inappropriate! You need to leave, right now, before I call campus security.”
Startled, Ashley as she pulled the hand back out of her pants. “You’re fucking kidding, right?”
The woman had difficult making eye contact with her. “Public indecency is not something I take lightly. Would your parents be proud if they got a call that you were caught… behaving like this?” She couldn’t make herself speak the words that described so indecent an act.
“The girl over there just blew that guy in plain sight—she’s still got her tits out, covered in his jizz! And you wanna yell at me for a little finger-play! I didn’t even take any clothes off!”
“That’s it, I’m calling security,” the woman said, retrieving her cell phone from a pocket.
Then she heard DJ, who was now standing right behind her. “There’s no need for that,” he said reassuringly, taking her phone from her hand and putting it back in her pocket. “I put her up to it.”
The woman looked at him consideringly, then back to Ashley, her glare returning. “Well, I know how you kids get, and I suppose there’s no harm in it, but still, she shouldn’t be doing that.” Still, she didn’t reach for the phone again.
“Well, I’m sad to say it, but we made a bet, and she’s got to give me her shirt.”
Ashley turned to look at him. “What! You lost the bet! Somebody came out to complain!”
“About you. Not us.”
“Which… why!”
“I got a way with people.” DJ shrugged. “You don’t mind if my friend here is topless and jizz-covered in your dining room, right?” he asked the woman.
“Well, I certainly don’t approve of it, but… well, it’s not worth getting in a snit over, I suppose. Still, she ought to be ashamed of herself.”
“Yeah, thanks for the perspective. Now would you mind leaving me and my friends alone?” He took the woman’s shoulders and spun her around, then gave her a firm prod back toward the kitchens. She looked over her shoulder balefully as she shuffled off.
Ashley stared at him in wonderment. “I… don’t get it.”
“You don’t need to. Now you owe me something.” He pointed at her chest.
Her coy smile returned. “Well, I suppose I do at that.” She took a moment to untuck her t-shirt and remove her glasses, then pulled it off over her head and handed it to him. He stared at his prize, the twin Tetons of Ashley Vandoren, bulging shamelessly out of a D-cup bra that was clearly not up to its monumental charge. She put the glasses back on, resuming the visage of the hot nerd girl in her thick-framed specs.
Brittney, in the meantime, had finished her breakfast (most of it—a whole cup of non-fat yogurt was evidently too much for her figure), and sat down on the table beside them, her own bare tits glistening in the cafeteria’s fluorescent light. It took DJ a moment to notice. “Hey, Brit, if you wanna clean up and head out, feel free.”
“Oh, you’re sure you don’t wanna come back to the room, have some more fun?” She smiled hopefully. DJ supposed he’d left her hanging, but… whatever, she had hands. She could take care of herself.
“Nah, I’m sure you have shit to do to get ready for classes tomorrow and stuff, right? But I’ll see you around later.”
She pouted but acquiesced. She used their napkins to sponge the spooge off of her chest, then lowered her shirt back into place. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek before leaving, and his eyes followed her round, jiggling posterior until it was out of sight.
Meanwhile, Ashley drummed her fingers on the table, waiting for the bitch to skedaddle. Much like the blowjob scene that had unfolded earlier, nobody seemed to think much of the sight of a big-titted redhead with her shirt off. “OK, you gotta tell me. What gives.”
He looked at her askance. “So… this seems odd to you?”
“You’re fucking kidding me, right? You just had some hottie blow you in the middle of the cafeteria and nobody seemed to give a fuck. And right now, I can feel a hundred eyes on me, but that troll from the kitchen isn’t doing shit about it. Your daddy buy the college a new library without me hearing of it?”
“My dad’s dead,” he non-answered.
“Well that rules that out.” She waited expectantly.
He was unsure how to proceed. He was sure people could notice he had his special ability, or whatever it was. He’d proven it with Derek and Rachael weeks back, making his friend’s little sister bend over his lap and beg for a good hard spanking, right after declaring it was something they would never ever do. Derek had conceded that his friend had some kind of power, and it was clear from the look in his eyes that he meant it.
DJ had even wondered if some of the others had noticed. Morgan had stopped pushing back against him and accepted events with surprising ease; his farewell with Lauren, Jody and Brianne had felt like the girls expected him to do whatever he wanted, unlike how each of the girls had initially resisted. Still, that had been after several exposures. Brittney… sweet, innocent, dim-witted little Brittney didn’t seem to have a clue, and she’d had more opportunity to notice something awry than anyone.