Touching Elise

[Felix80]

It was a van trip organized by the student government. Every Wednesday one or two of the school vans took students to the local town to do some shopping. It was a thirty minute drive to downtown, where there was a big chain grocery store, a pharmacy, a hardware store and a Wal-Mart, along with various local shops, all within walking distance. The van parked in the middle of the town and everyone had to be back to the vans in four hours.

It had been Jack's turn to drive, which meant he got paid minimum wage for the four hours the trip lasted. He could use the money. He was on partial scholarship and was always looking for odd jobs between plays and choir practice to make ends meet without burdening his parents any more than he had to.

Jack was an actor first, a singer second and a mathematician third. He was a great actor, and not because he was arguably the best looking guy in school. Jack had started acting in middle school with a face full of zits and unruly hair. He learned the craft and loved it. He could see his name in lights and dreamt of interviews with Jimmy Fallon on the Tonight Show. Since his inauspicious beginnings, Jack had grown into an amazing actor, starring in most of his high school plays as either the protagonist or antagonist. He preferred to play the villain. Now, as a freshman in college, every on campus director seemed to want him in their productions.

He had a great voice and had joined two choirs at college. That's where he met a number of his good friends. His gay friends. There was some overlap between choir and theatre, and it seemed all the other guys in that overlap were gay. Very gay. And some of them had hit on Jack extensively at the beginning of the year. But he made it clear he was straight and not interested and they respected that. Now they just hit on him as a gag.

Then there was this girl. Jack was a bit more than infatuated, but no matter what happened he couldn't get out of the friend zone. He'd turned down a number of girls because he thought he was on the verge of getting her to date, but she kept laughing off his advances. They only had a few general studies classes together, large core classes, and calculus, which was considerably smaller. They tended to eat lunch and dinner together with their group of friends, so they saw alot of each other but rarely alone.

That's what made today special. They were taking a walk on a side street, just the two of them, alone at last. They chatted about school and classes, nice easy conversation. Jack was trying to steer it toward a more romantic angle when suddenly he heard his friend Tomas shout out in a heavy lisp, "There you are stud! I've been looking all over for you!"

Jack barked out a laugh. "What do you want Asshole?" He was polite, obviously teasing, and suddenly affecting a lisp to match Tomas.

Tomas ran right up to him and leapt into Jack's arms. Jack was tall and somewhat muscular, though more lean, and easily caught the smaller man. "That's what I want, you in my asshole!"

Jack shook his head as he let Tomas down. "We talked about this. I'd split you in half."

Tomas winked at the girl. "Yeah but what a way to go!" He slapped Jack on the ass and started walking away. "Meet back at the vans, we're doing some a capella and could use that billion octave voice of yours."

"I'm with a girl, you'll have to make due without me.". They both laughed. Jack turned back to his female friend as Tomas walked off.

"Hey, there's a magic shop ahead," Jack said, as if what had just transpired was perfectly normal, "We should stop in. I used to do a little sleight of hand."

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OOC: Closed

 

[Felix80]

Elise had developed her crush on Jack pretty much the moment she saw him. Back then, it had simply been the awareness that the hottest guy in her class (which, if she remembered correctly, was one of those huge general Philosophy classes with like 300 people) was sitting next to her, smiling at her. And then, she discovered, over the course of their first week, that they shared several classes, and that Jack - as she learned his name was - seemed keen on sitting with her during most of them.

It hadn't taken long for her physical crush to turn into something more. He was funny, he was sweet, they shared a lot of the same interests and it took maybe a week or two for Elise to develop the kind of infatuation she really only believed existed in storybooks. The kind where seeing the object of your affection makes your heart beat faster, every single time. The kind where thoughts of him were floating through her head at all hours of the day, regardless of what else she was doing.

So, of course, he had to be gay. She'd been crushed when she found out. Worse, she'd been about to ask him on a date when a mutual friend had realized that Jack was the one Elise had been waxing poetic about and pulled her aside to deliver the bad news. Of course, once it was pointed out to her, it made sense; Jack didn't affect much of that flamboyantly gay mannerism, which was why Elise had missed it herself, but he was in the theatre, he had a voice like a god, and he was that good-looking but kept turning down the girls who continuously threw themselves at him. She'd be disappointed, of course, but she liked him as a friend, too, and figured her crush might burn itself out if she just left it alone long enough. Some day, in the future, she could see her infatuation fading away, leaving her with the kind of best friend who stayed with you your whole life. Even if he wasn't interested in her romantically, she couldn't bring herself to be upset about having that kind of deep friendship with someone.

So, despite not really needing anything from downtown, when she found out Jack was driving, Elise signed up. She had some spare time and it would be nice to have a chance to spend some time with him outside of the context of their larger shared groups of friends. Maybe even get some time alone.

Elise knew Tomas - not well, but he'd joined in on enough of their large group meals that she knew who he was - and grinned when she saw him bounding towards Jack. She was pretty sure those two were going to end up as a couple at some point. Tomas was all kinds of flamboyantly gay, and Jack tended to take on more of the mannerisms of a gay man when they were together, much to the uproarious amusement of everyone around them. She giggled as Tomas hit shamelessly on Jack and Jack's teasing rebukes - maybe he was just playing hard-to-get? And then, quickly as he came, Tomas was leaving again, with Jack calling after him:

"I'm with a girl, you'll have to make due without me."

Elise chuckled, thinking that she understood he was making a joke. Still, it made a pleasant little bubble of warmth form in her chest at the thought that he'd rather be here with her, shooting the breeze, than off singing with his other friends. Even if it wasn't because he liked her as his joke implied.

She rolled her eyes when Jack returned to more or less the same conversation they were having before, as if the previous few minutes hadn't even happened, but she had to admit, a magic shop sounded interesting. "Sleight of hand? Really?" She opened the door to the shop, smiling and waving him through. "You'll have to teach me!"

Elise was actually quite impressed by the interior of the place. Most magic shops looked tacky, with silly tassels and ugly polyester capes. This one looked old. The interior was dim and made mostly of wood. It smelled like books and incense, and all of the objects on the shelves looked almost antique. They still had all the usual - hats from which you could pull rabbits, trick playing cards, capes with hidden pockets - but it all looked of remarkable quality. And there were as many objects of "real" magic scattered about as there were illusionist's tools; tarot cards, voodoo dolls, crystal balls and racks of drying herbs.

Elise was fascinated, and while she wandered off between the shelves, looking at all that was here, the elderly man sitting behind the counter caught Jack's attention with a wave. "I know what you want."

 

[Felix80]

"I know what you want."

Jack had been looking at a deck of trick cards, but when the old man spoke Jack turned to look at him. The proprietor had grey hair and was wearing a simple button-down white shirt with black pants aand a black bow tie. He looked like he may have once been a stage magician.

Jack put the trick deck back in the same place he had gotten it from and walked over to the old man.

"What is it I want?" Jack asked.

"A girl," the old man said, "Or maybe a boy. You kids these days are all messed up. I can see it in your aura kid. You've got a case of unrequited love that pales Charlie Brown's crush on the red-headed girl."

Jack blinked. "You mean that kid from the Snoopy comics?"

The old man sighed and shook his head. "Listen, I provide a particular service to the wizarding world. Occaisonally they need to get rid of enchanted items before they get raided by the authorities."

Jack raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "You mean like in Harry Potter?"

"Shut up kid, and listen. I've got something I need to get rid of. A hand mirror. I could just sell it, most people couldn't get it to work, not magical enough. For them it's just a mirror. But I'd like to see it get some use, and you've got the right kind of aura. Interested?"

Jack remained skeptical. "Sure. And this is the part where you tell me 'this lamp once changed the life of a young man.'" He was quoting from Disney's Aladdin.

The old man laughed. "Not that powerful kid, but it will give you access to what you want. All you do is hold the mirror by the handle, think of the person you want and say their name." He handed the mirror to Jack. "Go on, try it."

Jack took the mirror. The glass was a large circle, maybe sixteen inches. He spun the mirror and looked it over. Finally he held it in front of him and saw his reflection in the glass. "So I just pick someone and say their name."

"You got to want it kid. But since I'm trying to make a sale here I'll make it easy on you. Say your own name."

"Jack." The image on the mirror shifted. Instead of his face now his penis was on display in the mirror. Long, thick as a coke can, and uncut, it was laying flat down his left boxer leg along his thigh. He quickly put the mirror down to his side to make sure Elise didn't see it. He looked around, jerking his head from side to side.

The old man chuckled. "Only the person holding the mirror can see the spell."

Jack found his heartbeat slowing down. "Well that's a relief."

"Tell you what, kid. Give me fifty bucks and it's yours."

"What if this was just psychosomatic or hypnosis or something?" Jack asked. "Can I get a refund."

The man shook his head. "Sure kid, you can get a refund. But once you realize what you can do with this thing, you won't want one. Next time, touch the glass."

Jack gave him the fifty dollars and the old man wrapped it up for him.

 

[slut_in_white]

Elise was distracted and hadn't realized that Jack wasn't following her until she rounded a corner and saw him standing at the counter with a mirror in his hand. She saw his eyes go wide, then he blushed and dropped the mirror down to his side and glanced around. The old man chuckled and told him that only the person using the mirror could see the spell.

Elise lifted a brow. Was he serious? He was actually trying to sell Jack on magic? But, whatever it was, Jack had obviously seen something to convince him, because after a few more questions, he handed the old man $50 and the old man wrapped up the mirror for him.

Elise rolled her eyes. Whatever it was the old man had given him, it had to have been impressive, but she still thought it had to be a trick. The old man seemed to catch sight of her standing at the end of the aisle, watching, and leered at her in a way she found remarkably unsettling. Feeling suddenly uncomfortable, she started towards Jack. "Hey, it's getting close to 4. We should probably head back soon." It wasn't that close to 4 yet, but she was suddenly uninterested in sticking around. Besides, she wanted to needle him about buying into the old man's mumbo jumbo.

They stepped outside a few minutes later and Elise grinned up at him. "So. What did you buy? Please tell me he didn't actually convince you there was anything really magical in there, did he?"

 

[Felix80]

Jack's face flushed red. How do you explain something to someone that you didn't fully believe yourself? He started to hem and haw a bit, when his improve skills kicked in.

"This," he held up the box, "is a magic mirror." His voice dropped down low into the bass range, like a narrator in a fairy tale.

"With this mirror," he waved it at her and pulled it back toward himself, "I need merely speak a person's name and no matter where they are in the world, I can see their most errogenous parts. And, if the spell is strong enough, I can reach through the mirror and take them, use them, until my pleasure is complete."

Jack stopped walking. He grabbed Elise by the hips and turned her to face him. "As you will find out. Tonight, you will be mine."

He held her gaze for a long moment, looking deep into her eyes. Suddenly he released her and started walking again. "At least that's the story the shopkeeper wove. He had me going for a second there, but really it's just an antique mirror that I thought would make a nice present."

 

[slut_in_white]

Elise gave a soft yelp of surprise as Jack grabbed her by the hips and looked into her eyes, promising that she'd be his tonight. She nearly shuddered at the promise in his voice and found herself wishing that it were true. Goddammit Jack, don't tease me like that. Besides, even if weird sex-magic were a real thing, he'd probably end up going after Tomas' hot body before he went after hers. Ah, the problems of having a deep infatuation with your gay best friend. Dammit.

Besides, the way he was speaking, like some kind of villain in one of the plays he acted in, she couldn't help but burst out laughing. It sounded so ridiculous. "Oh sure, Jack. I'm looking forward to it." Just because she actually would be if he were straight (and magical) didn't mean she couldn't joke about it. Besides, when she thought about it? The concept was actually kind of hot.

"It is a very pretty mirror," she answered when he explained that it was just a story. They continued on their way back to the van, bantering back and forth as they always did, while Elise tried to ignore the faint ache of arousal in her belly that had started with Jack's teasing.

 

[Felix80]

The mirror would work. Wouldn't it? It had to. It worked in the shop. But that could have been anything, a trick, a slight of hand, anything. But where did the magician get a picture of Jack's dick, and that was definitely his dick. No, it would work. He would have full access to This lise'e pussy tonight. He was going to make her cum. No, even better. He was going to make her squirt.

She had said she was looking forward to it. That was a joke of course. She's rebuffed him so many times in the past he was sure she only thought of him as a friend. Didn't matter. That was consent. Or close enough for a horny teenager. He would take her tonight.

They got back to the van early enough to join in on a few show tunes. They were doing Phantom, and Jack got to do his 'Music of the Night' before everyone made it back to the van. They drove back to the school, dinner at the cafeteria, then homework.

Jack couldn't wait. He finished his calculus, which occupied his mind, but world civ was written at a lower level than he was acostumed to reading. It always bored him. Why did the easier classes always require more breaks? So when he went to the bathroom he brought the mirror with him. Privacy was hard to find in a dorm.

It was maybe eight o'clock. He didn't know where she's be. He was quite sure he didn't care.

Jack locked the door and sat on the toilet lid. The harsh florescent lighting reflected back his image. With his left hand on the mirror Jack pictured Elise in his mind. This had better work.

"Elise."

 

[slut_in_white]

By the time 8 o'clock rolled around, Elise was in the library, doing her homework. She was a little late getting started tonight, given that she'd spent a little too much time thinking about having spent a whole afternoon alone with Jack. Was she love-struck? Maybe a little.

She had a single room in her dorm, but the floor was crammed with girls and the walls were very thin. They were generally nice girls, if a little gossip-y. Elise liked them in small doses, but she found them kind of exhausting sometimes. Especially given how loud they could be whenever they got excited. Having a chance to escape with the excuse of homework was always welcome.

There weren't many people in the library tonight - she was sitting in the back corner, alone, though she could see a few others milling about or scattered at the other work-desks, probably doing homework of their own. She was completely absorbed in her calculus work, which was why she didn't realize anything was wrong, initially.

Not until he touched her. Elise jerked, her spine going straight and her eyes going wide. What. The. Fuck.

 

[Felix80]

Fuck! It worked! Jack sat and stared at the mirror and instead of his reflection, there was a pussy staring back at him. For awhile he just stared at it, soaking in the view. He'd been with a few girls before college, but none of them ever let him just stare at their vulva, and really get a good long look at it. It was intoxicating.

After a few minutes he became aware of the smell. Musky, pungent, the smell of sex. It wasn't sweet , or necessarily pleasant, but it was definitely arousing. Jack glanced down at his jeans, confirming the arousing nature of the smell. Yeah, as if he needed visual confirmation. He could feel the jeans straining against his growing cock. He was going to have to get a release. Could he get it from Elise?

The old man had told him to touch the glass. What happened if he did?

Holding the mirror with his left hand Jack extended his pointer finger on his right hand and moved it to touch the glass.

It wasn't there. The glass was gone. Excited, Jack moved his finger forward and poked Elise, a bit harder than he intended. He watched her jump and her body squirm, but somehow her pussy never moved farther away from the portal.

Heh, as if by magic.

For that matter the portal was at least an inch away from her pussy. Why didn't he see her panties? He could see her panties in the background and between her legs. Odd. But magic was probably supposed to be odd.

Jack reached out his finger again, gently this time, and ran it up one labia and down the other. He did this repeatedly, watching her reaction. Her pussy lips engorged a bit, as he expected they would. He used two fingers next, his forefinger and middle finger, running up and down her slit. he pressed in, pushing the pussy lips apart. Up and down, up and down, taking his sweet time.

Jack listened, intently, wondering if sound would come. After a bit he realized sound was coming through, he could hear the lips making very quiet, wet sounds as they separated and rejoined. Interesting.

After rubbing her slit for a bit, he used those two fingers to spread her open, nice and wide. He stared for awhile, trying to reconcile what he saw with what he remembered from his anatomy text books and safe sex classes over the years. He held her there until he found the clitoris. He moved his finger up t it and began to rub against the side of it gently with one finger tip.

Jack expected to get quite a reaction from that.

 

[slut_in_white]

At first, Elise took a surreptitious glance down at her jean-clad pussy, wondering if maybe she'd dropped something. The touch, after all, hadn't felt exactly the way she expected a finger to feel - it was too hard and too quick of a prod. It felt more like something had fallen off the table. Maybe an eraser? But there was nothing.

Before her mind could get any further with that thought process, though, the touch - this time definitely a finger, ran up and down her labial lips, drawing a hissing gasp through her teeth. What the hell was happening to her?!

She thought, for a moment, about Jack's conversation with the shop keeper earlier. Pft. No. Impossible. That was stupid. But if it wasn't, then what was it?

The touch continued, now two fingers sliding up and down her slit, pushing her lips apart. The positioning of the fingers was deliciously teasing, just brushing up next to her clit but never actually touching it. She was shocked at how quickly it was arousing her. She supposed she shouldn't have been surprised - she hadn't released the coiled tension from earlier when Jack at made his joke about taking her tonight. It had calmed, sure, but it was still there, and the mystery touch was awakening and stoking that fire with a vengeance.

The fingers stopped rubbing, instead just pushing her lips apart, leaving her exposed to... nothing. There was no other touch, the fingers didn't move. They just held her open. She squirmed, wanting more. She decided this had to be psychosomatic. Her utter lack of a sex life had driven her body to the point of giving her phantom sexual pleasure. It probably said all manner of terrible things about her state of mind - though, in all honestly, probably not surprising things, given that she was a horny young woman with no good outlets for her desires.

She was considering whether it was possible for a psychosomatic sensation to make it feel like her skin was moving like her labial lips were as they were held open when another touch pressed firmly against her clit. The thoughts flew out of her head and it was like she'd been struck by lightning. Her hips jerked and she barely strangled a cry, earning a weird look from the Asian girl sitting two aisles down. She bit down on her lip. Fuck you, body, couldn't you have waited until I was at home? Though, realistically, the dorm wouldn't have been better - half the reason Elise was so sexually frustrated was because the walls were so thin that she couldn't properly play with herself without ended up afraid that she was making too much noise.

No, it seemed that if the insistent touch was going to have anything to say about it, she was just going to have to learn to keep quiet.

 

[Felix80]

She jerked. When he touched her clit, she jerked away. Jack could tell she had jerked quite a bit away, but the portal kept her right in access of his fingers. Magic.

Jack swore he almost heard something. He wish he knew where she was. He was definitely going to have to do this to her in class sometime so he could watch. A wicked grin came over his face. Elise was going to be his little plaything now.

She had reacted to his touching her clit, what would happen if he rubbed her clit. He started gently. Two fingers, one on either side of her clit, rubbing up until her clit met the webbing where his fingers met, then he gave her a squeeze and then pulled back, letting her feel the full lengths on his fingers on either side of her clit until he reached the tip of his fingers. He repeated this motion, going a little faster, pressing a little harder each time. He was watching her reactions, waiting to ssee her response.

After about five minutes of this Jack stopped. He was getting turned on and had to take off his pants. He put the mirror down, stood, undid his pants and pushed them down with his boxers. He kicked them off, and sat back down, his large, uncut erection staring at the ceiling. He looked at his cock a minute and considered shaving it again. He was getting action now, even if it was just with a magic mirror. Nah. If Elise was going to be blowing him, he'd consider doing it to keep hair out of her mouth, but only if she asked. And as far as he knew the mirror didn't give him access to her mouth.

Could it give him access to her mouth? Would she be willing to suck on a cock that appeared from thin air?

Jack shook his head to clear it and picked the mirror up again. He freaked out for a moment when he only saw his reflection. It took a second for him to realize that when he let go the mirror had shut off. Interesting. Once he calmed down he said, "Elise."

Her pussy was back, in all it's hairless glory.

 

[slut_in_white]

Elise had suspected what was coming next, so she pressed her hand over her mouth just on time to contain the whimper that escaped her as the mystery fingers started rubbing her clit, squeezing it. Her pussy was flooding with juices, throbbing and hot and eager for more. It was only a very distant part of her brain that was embarrassed about what was happening - in part because she was nearly alone and no one was paying her any attention - so she simply let herself enjoy it. It had been way, way too long since any touch other than her own had been down there, and even if this was just psychosomatic, she was going to enjoy it while it lasted.

Her hips started grinding eagerly against the touch, lifting each time only his fingertips were against her clit, wanting to guide the touch down to her aching pussy. But the touch seemed to move with her own motions, and it all seemed for naught. She was just going to have to sit and endure while the touch took its sweet, naughty time with her.

By the time the five minutes had passed, Elise was soaked and panting, her head buried in her arms on her desk. She peeked up every once in a while to check and see if anyone was looking, but the other students in the library didn't seem to be paying any attention to her. She was getting so close... And then she bit back a "No!" as the fingers stopped, withdrawing completely.

She sat stalk still for several seconds, waiting for the touch to return... but it never came. Here she was, alone in the library, on the verge of a much-needed orgasm. She was seriously considering shoving her hand down her jeans to finish the job. She took another quick look around, made sure no one was watching, and unbuttoned her jeans. She slipped her fingers down under the waistband of her panties and began to creep them towards her waiting, aching pussy... completely unaware that Jack had turned the mirror back on on time to see her fingers appear in the frame.

 

[Felix80]

Jack blinked. Was that her fingers? He felt his cock throb. What he could do with those fingers! Fuck, he wanted to feel them around his cock. He was having a hard time thinking of anything else right now.

Jack calmed down, taking a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. Watching Elise' fingers move an ide came to his mind. Jack grinned, absent mindedly putting the mirror down on his lap, on top of his cock. He let go of the handle with his left hand and started. He had let go, but Elise remained. Hmmm, the mirror was laying on his naked thighs. Apparently he just had to be touching it. Good to know.

Now with both hands he began a game of keep away with Elise' fingers. Wherever she was, he wasn't. He rubbed her thighs if her fingers were on her pussy, he rubbed her clit if she plunged into her pussy, he plunged into her pussy when she wasn't there. He was looking down on the mirror and could see everything at once, giving him a tactical advantage in this game of keep away.

This went on for a few minutes until Jack grabbed Elise' wrist and moved her fingers to her clit. then, using his left hand he spread her labia wide open, and using his right he pushed his middle finger deep inside her, trying to gauge her tightness. His cock was quite big and he wanted to know if it would fit. Simultaneously he turned his hand, palm up and dragged his finger back, pressing it against the 'roof' of her pussy, trying to find the mythical g-spot. He had to pump his middle finger in and out of her repeatedly until he found it.

While he was doing that his left hand pulled out his smart phone and brought up Elise' text. He typed in, slowly, 'Bored, bored, bored. What are you up to?" He grinned, and hit send. Would she even answer?

His right middle finger found that rough patch of wet sandpaper called the g-spot and Jack chuckled. His left hand went to cover his mouth. Did she hear that? He tapped her g-spot. Would she care? He began to work her g-spot,, rubbing it back and forth, wanting to watch Elise cum.

 

[slut_in_white]

Her fingers had just reached her clit when she felt the other touch return. She started, frozen in place, uncertain about whether it would stay once she started playing with herself. Should she just let it do its thing without interfering?

The touch seemed happy to simply do whatever she wasn't - she tweaked her clit, the touch slipped between her pussy lips. She slid her fingers inside herself, it brushed her thighs and turned its attention to her clit. Her arousal came roaring back and she bit her lip, eager to bring herself to orgasm.

The touch - a full hand now! - grabbed her by the wrist and she had to swallow a shriek of surprise. For some reason, she assumed it would just disappear if she touched it with her hand. It seemed not. It insistently placed her hands over her clit and she obediently began to rub and pinch, eager to see where this was going. A finger slid into her waiting pussy, the muscles clenching and throbbing around even just that single digit, and then dragged back up over the roof of her pussy, grazing her g-spot.

She bit down on her tongue to keep from crying out at the pleasure of it. If anyone looked her way now, there'd be no question of what she was doing, especially with her hand so unsubtle down her pants.

And then her phone buzzed. She yelped, choking back the noise on time to prevent it from carrying, but only just barely. The phone on the desk told her it was Jack. Shit. With her left hand still down her pants, her shaking right hand unlocked the phone and sent him a quick message: "homework at the library."

The mysterious finger was rubbing vigorously at her g-spot now, and she barely had the presence of mind to hit send before his last pass over that sensitive piece of flesh sent her over the edge. She gushed out onto his fingers, whimpering and shaking with pleasure as wave after wave of pleasure made her pussy throb and clamp down on his digit.

 

[Felix80]

Jack definitely heard the shriek and he thought he heard the whimper as her pussy convulsed, squeezing his finger so tight and coating his hand in her juices. He grinned, enjoying the entire show. He waited for the convulsions to stop, still rubbing her ever so slightly every time her pussy walls eased up on him.

Jack grinned. He wasn't done yet.

He picked up the phone and typed in, "You gonna be there for a bit? I could join you after I finish reading my World Civ. Maybe bring a couple Cokes?"

He hit send then pulled his finger out of Elise with a sloppy, wet pop. He licked his finger and hand clean, enjoying the taste. in fact, it tasted so good Jacck picked up the mirror and brought it to his face. Jack pushed Elise' hand aside with his right hand and then began lapping up all the juices on her with his tongue. He started licking down her thighs, cleaning up the mixture of sex and sweat, then he lapped up her labia in large, long swaths. Finally, Jack made his tongue nice and flat and started licking up her slit. Long laps, using his whole head to press down against her, spreading her sex with his tongue and paying special attention to her clitoral region, spending extra time there, all but grinding her clit with his tongue.

Jack pulled back, admiring his handiwork. Well, she was relatively clean, but something told him she was going to get dirty again.

He glanced over toward his phone to see if she had responded yet.

 

[slut_in_white]

Elise gasped, her mind going hazy, once the finger finally left her throbbing pussy. She was panting and flushed, and took a quick look around to make sure no one had noticed. She was just beginning to pull her hand back out of her panties when the touch returned, pushing her hands out of the way. It startled her and she ended up yanking her hand up and out in surprise, which left the touch alone in her pants again.

And then... ohhhh god, was that a tongue?! She bit hard down on her lip, wiping her juices off her fingers and onto her jeans while the tongue licked her clean. This couldn't be psychosomatic, could it? What kind of psychosomatic touch could clean away her juices?

Her phone buzzed again and she jumped, glancing over to see another text from Jack. She was going to respond, but then the tongue moved from her thighs to her pussy and she had to stop, biting down on her cheek to keep from crying out as the hot, rough surface of the muscle licked and licked over her hypersensitive clit. Every time his tongue pressed back against it, her hips jumped of their own accord, jerking in overwhelming pleasure as he drew out the aftershocks of her orgasm.

It stopped, finally, and she waited a moment, but nothing happened. Maybe it was over. Maybe her body had just needed that one orgasm and she could go back to her normal life - hopefully without more psychosomatic sexual surprises. She picked up her phone:

Sure! Or you could come now and finish your reading here

Maybe if she had company, her mind would be less likely to attack her with another public orgasm.

 

[Felix80]

She didn't sound like a girl who was dealing with a magical orgasm from her text. Odd. Maybe this was someone else's pussy, some other Elise. Then again, it was delayed. The text message. She didn't respond right away, she responded after he stopped licking her clit.

Absentmindedly, Jack put his hand on her and started rubbing Emily's clit with his thumb while he pondered.

Did that mean she was too busy with the tongue lashing or too busy with calculus to respond right away? It could be either. Or she could have been chatting with someone. The only real way to know was to play with the mirror while he could see her. He would be able to do that during class tomorrow, but he'd be caught instantly if he tried playing with her while sitting at the same table in the library.

Fuck it. He was hard as granite and he needed a release. He glanced down at the mirror to plan his next move.

Jack pulled his hand away, taking a long look at her pussy. He spread her lips with his left hand and pushed into her with his rightmiddle finger, testing how tight she was, trying to determine if she could take his cock right now.

 

[slut_in_white]

So much for it being over. Almost as soon as she sent the text, Elise felt the touch grazing over her clit again. She had to swallow a moan of both desire and fear - what if this kept up when Jack got here?! There was no way he wouldn't figure out what was happening. What was she going to do?

She was considering sending him another text to cancel, maybe claiming that she was tired and heading home for the night, when a finger abruptly penetrated her pussy. It was still soft and sopping wet from her orgasm - still tight, but obviously more relaxed than before. But even as he started working his finger in and out, her pussy started clenching and releasing around him, a natural response to the pleasure. If he kept it up, there was no question she would be able to cum again.

 

[Felix80]

Pushing his right middle finger deep inside her, all the way to the knuckle, Jack felt Elise's pussy clenching down on it. She was sopping wet, and getting wetter, but he didn't think he could fit his beast inside her yet. Maybe if he made her cum again? Would it just wear her out? He wasn't sure. Jack decided to go for the big O.

He started moving his finger in and out of her, rapidly. Once he had a good rythmn going his left hand went through the mirror and started rubbing her clit. He wasn't being particularly gentle now, instead he was trying to get her to cum again, fast and hard. He pulled his finger all the way out of her , extended his ring finger and pushed them both in, nice and slow. It was a contrast to the rapid rubbing she was getting on her clit. After a few pushes he curled his fingers, trying to hit her g-spot as his fingers plunged in and out of her gaining speed. Soon he was back to full speed with both hands.

Jack grinned. This was fun.

 

[slut_in_white]

Elise was pretty sure she was going to die. The finger had started working nice and fast, in and out, before another finger match the pace on her clit, making her press her hands over her mouth to contain a cry. And then, a few moments later, he penetrated her, painfully slowly, with a second finger and started working up speed again until he was fingering her nice and fast, another finger working her aching clit, driving her helplessly up to another orgasm.

If anyone looked up at her now, there'd be no question that something was wrong. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her face flushed with arousal, her whole body shaking with her hands pressed hard over her mouth. She was moaning into her hands, trying to swallow the sound, but it wasn't working. The touch was working her soft pussy rough and quickly, like it wanted to see how fast she could cum.

Her hips were shaking in the chair, though it wasn't clear whether that was her reaction or whether the touch was physically pushing her hips back and forth with the force that it was finger fucking her. "Please, please, please," she panted, her hands muffling her words still. She didn't even realize she was speaking out loud. "Oh my god, please stop or I'm gonna scream...!"

But nothing changed and, a moment later, her pussy clamped down on the two fingers, her hips thrusting against them as a second orgasm swept through her body. Elise stopped breathing - it was the only thing she could do to stop herself from screaming. The fingers didn't relent, fucking her through the orgasm until she could take no more and she collapsed forward onto the desk, breathing hard. She couldn't remember ever having cum that hard in her life before.

 

[Felix80]

He heard her muffled pleas through the mirror. They drove him on, working her faster, wanting to feel her cum, her pussy respond, squeezing and getting so sloppy. She was wet, so gloriously wet. His hands were soaked before he was done fingering her.

When her pussy finally stopped contracting Jack pulled his fingers back and licked them clean. Fuck, he needed release. She wasn't ready though. Maybe later tonight. Maybe tomorrow. Not now.

Then an evil thought came to mind. Jack sent a quick text, "You talked me into it, headed your way in a minute."

Picking up the mirror with his left hand he moved it under his hard cock. He pushed the tip through, it poked against her clit, then the length of the underside of his cock ran against her, pushing his cockup her stomach until he could let his cock and balls slip under the edge of the mirror. It was an odd position, the base of his shaft against Elise's pussy lips, the other two thirds pressed up against her stomach.

He left it there a moment, letting her feel the large appendage, and appreciate it. Would she explore it? Would she touch it?

 

[slut_in_white]

Jack was coming.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! He was going to arrive and the fingers weren't stopping and she was going to cum in front of him and then he was gonna hate her and..

Her panicking stopped only because all of her thoughts flew out the window when something hard and hot and very large started pushing up between her pussy lips. Oh Christ. It was a cock. The touch was being upgraded. She swallowed hard, undeniably finding the feeling of the steely length sliding against her pussy lips arousing. It was huge, and she whimpered at the thought of it inside her. Just stretching out her tight little pussy so perfectly... She squirmed, her pussy rubbing against the length.

She reached down with a hesitant hand, curious. It wasn't real, was it? She wouldn't be able to feel it with her fingers... Would she? And yet, her finger tips grazed against the smooth flesh of his cock head and she gasped in surprise. What the hell? She touched it again, this time wrapping her fingers around the head, shocked to find that her small hand couldn't even close all the way around the circumference. And she stroked it experimentally. Once, twice. Then feeling of her strokes made the skin of his cock stretch along over her clit and she gasped. Oh, that felt too good to stop. She started stroking harder and faster.

 

[Felix80]

It wasn't going to take much. In fact, it was going to be premature. Jack was primed. He'd been thinking about this, about fucking Elise through the mirror all day. And her fingers felt amazing on his skin.

He could feel the waistband of her panties stretching on his shaft, and before she touched him, he felt the cloth of her shirt against his cockhead. He wasn't sure, but he thought he felt his precum staining her shirt. Fuck. This was weird. Wonderfully, wonderfully weird.

Jack's hips started bucking almost immediately. He was going to cum. Elise was eager to jerk his cock, and she wasn't slowing down.

Turnabout was fair play.

Jack gasped and then his cock was throbbing in her hand as blast after blast of cum sprayed out of him. His whole body shook, his cock jumping around in her hand, slapping g against her body and definitely against her shirt as wave after wave of hot, thick, gooey cream erupted from his fuck stick. He didn't seem to be able to stop.

Jack let go of the mirror with his hand, taking a moment to recover. From where he was positioned, nothing was touching the mirror, although his cock was in it. Later, when he realized that, he would find it interesting. Right now he was spent, his slowly softening cock still oozing cum.

Jack sat upright and pulled the mirror off. Elise's hand was still on it, coming through the mirror. Jack stood, severing the connection, and watched her hand retract in an instant. Cool. Odd, but it was magic.

Jack put the mirror down, grabbed some toilet paper and wiped off his dick. He flushed the paper, pulled on his pants, grabbed his phone and brought the mirror to his room. He grabbed his world civ book and rushed out the door, running to the library.

He wanted to see this.

 

[slut_in_white]

Uh oh.

Elise was left, once the magical cock disappeared, sitting in the corner of the library, covered in cum. And it wasn't disappearing.

Normally, she was the sort of girl who found the thought of being covered in cum to be kind of hot, but she was in public. And she didn't know whose it was, if it was anyone's at all. Maybe she was hallucinating. But she couldn't risk it! And worse, if she was to get up and go to the bathroom to clean up, she'd have to walk past two other people. Covered in cum. With her legs still wobbly from her orgasms.

So that was a bad idea. She considered, for a moment, just staying where she was and letting it dry. Most of it was under her shirt anyway, smeared over her stomach and bra. There was a little on the outside, and it was pretty visible now, but once it dried? Maybe she could just peel it off...

And then, in a moment of horror, she remembered - Jack was coming! He was on his way over right now! She had like 3 minutes - tops - to clean herself up. She hunted through her purse for the handful of kleenexs she had with her and mopped up most of the mess. She wiped away what she could off the surface of her hoodie and then wiped up the biggest globs on her skin underneath to prevent it from soaking through. Once that was done, she'd probably be able to claim the splatters on the hem of her hoodie was the result of her spilling a bit of water, right? Right.

Blushing and still intensely aware of the still-significant amount of cum that was drying on her skin under her shirt, Elise tossed the damp tissues away and then waited anxiously for Jack, hoping he wouldn't notice anything amiss.

 

[Felix80]

Jack ran into the library, stopping bit short of the study area to catch his breath. He breezed in, confident, strutting. He spotted Elise at her normal table and sat down. He was looking her over the whole time, hoping to spot some evidence of the massive cum bath he just gave her. There was a bit of stain here and there, but that could be anything. The hoodie she was wearing wasn't helping his cause.

"Hey there beautiful," Jack said casually and quietly, they were in a library after all, "How you doin'?"

He put his text book on the table. He got a good look at her face and fought back a grin. "Hey Elise, are you OK? You look, well, flushed."