Daisy bit her lip and squeezed her legs tighter together. She felt hyper aware of the hand that rested on her thigh, and she hated the feeling of her sticky, wet panties pressed up against her. She could feel the heat radiating from her frustrated pussy, and she was sure that the restaurant didn’t need the heater if she was there. Across the table sat some old friends she was supposed to be catching up with. She tried to smile and stay engaged in the conversation, but all she could think about was how sensitive she felt down there. She’d never been denied this long, but she was determined to be a good girl and do what was expected of her.
Catherine talked and listened and stayed engaged in the conversation, but she always considered herself to be a great multitasker. She felt thighs tense as her girlfriend pressed her legs together, but Catherine pried them back open easily with her hand, never breaking eye contact with her friends across the table. “Yes, we both use our degrees,” she answered her friend’s question with a smile. “How about you two?”