6. Out of Bounds

Sunday

I don't know whether Meadow or I began to wake first, but we were in a tangle, and woke each other up trying to figure out who owned which limbs. She let me take a shower, and there was mouthwash, if not a spare toothbrush. I emerged, dressed, and waited for Meadow to take her turn.

"If it's okay with you," she said, after she returned, "I'll walk back to your place with you, rather than driving you. We can get something to eat on the way. And coffee."

"Then you'll have to walk back again," I objected.

"I have a few things to do. It works out well, if you don't mind the exercise."

I shrugged. "Sure."

 

Meadow slipped her hand into my arm as we left. She looked very elegant, especially in her angular glasses, which I thought really suited her face, much as I liked it without them.

"There's a cafe just around the corner that has good coffee and reasonable breakfasts," she said to me. "Let's stop there."

"Sure," I agreed.

After the waitress brought menus and coffee, she leaned forwards. "Kev, I have something you might want to see." She pushed something across the table.

My eyes opened wide when I saw what it was. Small, black and oval. "Oh, God, are you...?"

She nodded with a smirk. "Fully charged and ready. The remote is turned off. I can tell you how to turn it on if you like..."

"I can't believe you did this," I said. I dithered for a moment, but of course I was going to activate the remote. We both knew it. I sighed. "Sure."

She told me how, and I sat holding it for a moment, then experimentally rolled it over in my hands. It was so innocuous I could leave it sitting on the table and the chance of anyone knowing what it was were slim to none. I considered propping it against my coffee cup, but realized it would buzz if I did. I heard Meadow catch her breath and realized I may be holding it a little too high.

I set it flat on the table while we both ordered pancakes, then turned it in my hand. She leaned against the table and licked her lips.

"Are we having fun, yet?" I asked her, casually.

"Oh yeah," she said. She took a sip of coffee and held my eyes. I could see that her face was slightly flushed, but you'd have to have been looking very closely to tell. Her eyes were dark with desire, but behind her glasses no one else would notice. She seemed to twitch occasionally.

She had worn her heavy coat against the chill. Now she unfastened it and opened it at the front. The rise and fall of her breasts showed she was breathing too quickly to be relaxed. I lowered the effect, and her breathing slowed after a minute or so. She hung her coat over the back of the chair just before the waitress brought the food.

"I like this toy," I said, keeping my voice low. She gave me a quick smile, and nodded. Then I turned my wrist, tilting the controller, and she narrowed her eyes at me.

The waitress brought out our pancakes and syrup and topped off our coffee. I smiled thanks.

Meadow poured syrup on her pancakes and started to eat, not exactly uninterestedly, more like there were far more important things in the world right now. She looked at me, her eyes burning into mine.

Having a thought, I carefully cut a couple of sections out of my top pancake, one on the left, the other on the right. She watched me curiously.

Pitching my voice only for her ears, I picked up the syrup. The control was in my hand, and I didn't consciously adjust it, just let the natural movement of my hand change its effect. "Here's a toy, too," I said. You could imagine, if you like, that you're lying down. Do you want to be tied to the bed? That might be a good idea. Okay, you're lying down, tied to the bed. Not blindfolded, I think this would be better if you can see."

Her eyes were wide as she watched me waving the syrup around.

"I pour a little syrup on your nipple," I said, drizzling a little syrup onto one of the two cut out sections of pancake. "Maybe it drips down a little." I set the syrup jug down, picked the fork up, still holding the disk, speared the piece of pancake and lifted it to my lips. "I have to lick the syrup off your breast." I glanced around to make sure no one else in the cafe was watching, and licked the syrup off the top of the piece. "Then I work my way to the center, and I cover your nipple with my mouth, and I suck up the rest of the syrup, slowly, using my tongue, then suctioning with my lips, until it's all gone."

I popped the section of pancake in my mouth and ate it.

"Don't worry that I ate the pancake," I said. "There's no symbolism there. I mean, it's just a pancake."

I could see her breasts moving to her rapid breathing. Her eyes were fixed to my fork, like deer in headlights.

"Then maybe I move to the other side. A little more syrup." I poured just a little in the center of the other section. "It's warmed, so it doesn't make you jump, but it's thick and sticky, and you feel it seeping down. The more that it seeps, the more I'm going to have to clean up, right?" I added a little more syrup, then set it aside and stuck my fork in the pancake and raised it to my lips.

"Same process," I said. "I lick all around. Your breast is soft, and my tongue presses into it where I find syrup." Glancing around again, I lick the syrup off the top of the section. "Then to your nipple, where I poured it. I cover it with my lips and suckle it all off." I ate half of the section, then set it down and poured a thin stream of syrup onto it. "And maybe some more seeps while I'm working, and I have to lick that up too, my tongue running all over your soft skin." I licked the syrup off the piece. "And then back to the center. I suck your nipple deep into my mouth, moving my head around so that you feel me licking and sucking every place."

I popped the piece into my mouth. Meadow had gripped the side of the table with her hands.

I cut a small triangular piece from the bottom of the remainder of the pancake and ate it without comment. Then I picked up the syrup, and began to pour from the top of the pancake. "And then, maybe I let a little syrup land in your navel." I swirled the stream around a fraction of an inch. "More there, I think. And I continue on down. I'm sure you know where this is going." The stream approached the wedge-shaped space at the bottom of the pancake. "You can lift your head, and you can see me pour, and you can feel the warm, sticky liquid land on you, right down to your clit."

Meadow's knuckles were white as she gripped the table.

I began to cut out sections of the pancake from the top down. "Now it's time to lick it all up," I said. "I pay extra attention to your belly button, because there's more syrup there, and I want to get every last bit, so I twirl my tongue around until it's all gone."

The girl squirmed in her seat as I ate the piece.

"And on, down..., and down..." Each time, I cut out another piece of pancake and ate it. "Until..."

Meadow jerked in her seat. Then jerked again, and again. Her face was reddenning, and she was grunting with the effort of holding her breath. Her body quivered in place. Then she exhaled a shuddering breath, breathed sharply, then took a series of deep breaths, and started to relax. Her lips twitched into a nervous smile, and she leaned back.

"Aww, I haven't even gotten to the last piece of pancake," I said, cutting it out and eating it.

"More coffee?" The waitress had stopped by the table. I nodded as Meadow gave her a panicked glance, her face flushing to crimson, before calming. The waitress topped up our mugs and left.

Still breathing a little too quickly, Meadow added more syrup to her own pancake stack and began to consume it with more enthusiasm.

"God, Kev," she said. "If I'd been able to make our bowling date..."

"Hmm?"

She smiled sweetly. "Oh, I think we might have broken Mr. Six Week's record."

"A good breakfast is a key to happiness," I said.

"Did you like doing that?" It was a genuine question. Her eyebrows rose in curiosity.

"Oh yeah," I said. "I did." I had gotten hard inside my pants, but I wasn't about to tell her that, especially sitting at a table in public.

She swallowed a piece of pancake, then drank some coffee. "In case it wasn't crystal clear to you, so did I."

"Remember me when you eat your next pancake," I said.

"I probably will," she replied.

 

After she'd eaten half of her pancakes she pushed the plate aside and took the controller back just to explain the mode that didn't involve orienting the remote, since it wasn't really possible to manage it while walking. In this mode there were different patterns of vibrations, and intensity, which, judging from the feedback buzzes, was really speed. I switched it through a few different patterns as she watched me in amusement. Then I turned it off.

Her breathing was entirely under control as we left

 

I had stopped the vibrator with the remote after that. Meadow held my arm as we left the cafe, her breathing calm. I started it again on low speed as soon as we stepped outside.

She pulled herself close to me and muttered, "You're wicked."

"Your idea," I retorted. "Which pattern do you like to use?"

"They all have their place," she said. "Change it up a little. Don't overdo it."

"Kinda wish I had longer to experiment with different options," I said. "I think I'd like that."

"I'm sure I would, too," she replied.

The remote selected different patterns with variable intensity. I preferred the more intimate control of the inclination sensor, but she was right, that really didn't work for walking. In this mode I could leave the remote in my pocket and just adjust it occasionally.

Of course, I adjusted it more than occasionally, adjusting the intensity button up until I could sense her response, then down to prolong the feeling.

The shortest distance between apartment and mine crossed a park on a narrow road. It was a chill morning, and the park was empty. As we entered, I pushed the intensity close to maximum and held it there.

"Nngh," she grunted, and shivered. "Keep that up and I won't be able to stand,"

I backed the control off a little and led her off the road. "I'll keep you upright," I said, bumping the level back up.

"This is... very public," she objected.

"Live dangerously," I said. "It's no more of a risk than losing control in front of the waitress earlier. And we have the perfect cover."

"What do you mean?" She asked, voice tight with control.

"We can be exactly what we are," I said with a short laugh. "College kids necking. No need for anyone to know what else is going on." I gripped her waist to keep her from collapsing, the disk in my right hand.

She bit my neck. "You can really be an ass, Kev," she sad, starting to pant.

I reduced the intensity, letting her breathing steady, then flicked the control to the next pattern. She groaned again, face still pressed to my neck.. I upped the intensity, and she shivered and held herself up, arms wrapped around my back. I felt her kissing my neck.

She pulled herself upright as I dialed the device back again. I held her to me, my cock too hard in my pants to be comfortable. She turned her face upwards, eyes holding mine, but not making any move towards me. I kept the remote on a low setting, but flicked to a faster pattern.

After a few moments of this, her lips parted, and she lifted her heels from the ground and sought my mouth with hers. I lowered my face, allowing her feet to return to the horizontal, and pushed the control a little higher.

Meadow made a soft sound into the kiss. I returned her desire with my tongue, then unfastened the front of her coat, slipping my left hand inside to fondle her right breast. Her moans grew as I squeezed.

Without warning I pushed the remote to maximum. She quivered in my arms, beginning to lose coordination in her legs. I held her to me, preventing her from collapsing.

Meadow bit my tongue as she climaxed, but didn't break the kiss, moaning into my mouth for several seconds before freeing herself, kissing my neck again.

After a minute she took an experimental step back, decided she could walk again, then took my hand and we continued on our way.

"What range does this toy have?" I asked, lowering the intensity of the control.

"A room, two, not far," she said.

"Have you ever tried having someone operate it in your sleep?" I asked, thinking about the early morning with Yvette.

"I'd have to have a partner who's awake to do that," she said. "So, no."

"Would it wake you up?"

"Come back with me tonight and you can try it for yourself," she offered, in an amused tone.

"You know I can't do that."

"There are other types," she continued. "There's one wearable that does clit and G-spot. It hooks to your phone, and your partner can play with you over the internet."

"Really? Damn, that's..." I blinked, the thought of giving Meadow an orgasm from afar like gasoline to the fire in my belly. My cock strained at my pants.

She smirked. "Hot, right?"

"Yeah, it is."

"Course, you can't sit and lick syrup off pancakes while watching her," she said. "I think that was hotter. I guess you could do it on a video call, since the apps have chat, but it wouldn't be the same."

"Yeah," I said.

"It could definitely let a guy hook me up while I'm asleep," she mused. "Or if I'm out at a party and he's on the other side of the country. Or in France."

I shuddered. "Now you're being an ass," I said.

"G and clit both," she said. "With an app that gives you full control. Imagine what fun I could have with some imaginative guy at the controls..." She paused for a moment. "You could set the phone up facing the bed, so that the operator could start a video chat and watch the effect." Another brief pause. "You do know I always sleep naked?"

I groaned. "Enough," I growled. "God! You're mean!"

She squeezed my hand and laughed. "Yeah, okay. Your face now, though, it's probably redder than mine was with the pancakes."

I sighed and returned the pressure of her hand as we headed for the park's exit.

 

I played with the control all the way to the apartment I shared with Dave. His car was in the lot, so I knew he was home.

"Are you coming in?" I asked.

"Stop me," muttered Meadow.

Dave wasn't in our tiny living room, so I put my fingers to my lips and led her to my room.

She was flushed from the toy, and took off her coat immediately, tossing it onto my bed, then folded her glasses and set them on the nightstand.

She groaned as we kissed. I caressed her waist, then began to lift her shirt. She immediately raised her arms to shrug out of it.

I slipped the straps of her bra over her shoulders, then reached around her back to unhook it. She let it drop to the floor, and I lowered my face to suckle.

I felt her hands on my belt buckle. Then she was unfastening my fly and tugging my jeans and underwear down, which was painful. Neither my reaction nor my mouth on her nipple deterred her, though, and she pulled away from me to kneel on the floor.

She suckled the tip of my cock, making me groan with intense arousal. Then she backed away, lapping and licking at the whole of my shaft. Her hands cupped my balls, and she fondled as she worked. I was completely hard, and her attentions were making me crazy with need.

Dimly, I was aware that there was something else I'd been wanting to do. Oh, yeah, the control. I pushed the button for a new pattern, not caring what it was, and clicked the intensity control until it was at max, then left it there.

Meadow began to snuffle as she worked, panting through her nose, and I could tell from the way her body shook that she'd orgasmed, but she didn't let up, licking the underside of the head of my cock with the back of her tongue, then feeding my shaft deeply into her mouth and bouncing her head up and down.

Overwhelmed, I cried out, "God! Meadow!"

My cock bucked. The girl backed away, but licked her fingers and held the tip, rubbing it.

I spurted hard. Milky fluid drew sticky lines over her breasts. She kept rubbing, drawing out shot after shot, spattering over her chest, until only a few drips were leaking out.

Then she backed away, and in a ragged voice, she said, "Stop the remote, Kev. Please. And find me some tissues?"

Meaning seeped into my fogged awareness, and I reached into my pocket to turn off the controller. My balls were starting to ache with exertion as I stumbled over to the desk, my jeans around my ankles, and tossed her a box of tissues.

Then I sat on the edge of the bed and found my voice. "What's with the porno finish?"

She grinned weakly. "Well, it had to go somewhere. I have to confess, Kev, the taste makes me gag, and that totally spoils the mood."

I chuckled. "I can see that."

She rose, picking up her bra, and sat beside me on the bed. She shook her bra out in preparation to putting it on. "I guess I really do need to let you get on with your life. This has been a great date."

I reached out and gently caressed her left breast. "It has, and the finale was glorious."

"You might have been too distracted to notice, but it was pretty good for me, too."

"You should use our shower before you leave, though. No point in going home sticky."

"Sure, if that's okay," she said.

"Let me get you a towel."

She held her tee and bra to hide her chest as we tiptoed into the living room. I found her a towel and closed the bathroom door behind her. Then I waited in the living room.

A few minutes later, the water stopped running, and I knocked at the bathroom door to ask if she need anything. A door opened behind me, and I looked around to see a bleary Dave.

"Everything okay, Kev?" he asked. "Thought I heard some banging around."

Liz emerged from the room, looking immaculate, but with a slight flush to her face.

"Everything's fine," I said.

Meadow chose that moment to step out of the bathroom. Her hair was damp, finger-combed into rough shape. "Kev, I need my glasses."

Liz looked up in shock. "Meadow? I didn't know you were here."

"Liz?" Meadow screwed up her eyes to see her friend. "Oh, hey. I haven't been here long. I didn't know you were here, either."

I picked up her glasses and coat from my room and took them over.

"I'm just leaving," Liz said.

"Are you driving? Can I get a ride home? I think I've done everything I needed to."

I don't know if Dave and Liz saw the sly look she gave me, or if they'd understood it if they had. They probably were surprised by the quick but affectionate kiss she gave me before she left with Liz, though. And I'm sure they were puzzled by the way she held her hand out expectantly and I dropped a small oval object into it.