Chapter 394.
<strong>Chapter 394. A Heart-Pounding Day Together with My Girlfriend: A Very Dangerous Game Under the Table. (5/5)</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">Her right hand slid down my right arm until she interlocked her fingers between mine and pressed it against her abdomen. She pulled her head back revealing the mischievous grin on her face as she pulled my hand lower over her ck tank top until the tips of my fingers reached the lining of her blue mini jeans.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Okay, I get it. I’ll feed you,” I whispered back in a panic.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Toote~,” she whispered flirtatiously.
<span style="font-weight:400">My hand slippedpletely under making direct contact with the smooth supple skin between her legs. The tips of my index and middle fingers touched upon something wet. Rosa’s left inner elbow hooked around my upper right arm. Her eyes shut closed right as she pressed the side of her balled-up index finger against her lips and she pushed my fingers into the slippery scorching hot slit between her legs.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Mmm~” She rested the side of her head on my right shoulder.
<span style="font-weight:400">Her lips parted open as steamy breaths leaked out of her mouth and rolled down my neck to my chest. I picked up a wonton and plugged her mouth with it.
<span style="font-weight:400">She opened her dreamy eyes when she felt the fried wonton on her lips. Her mouth opened further until the fried wonton was fully enveloped and disappeared.
<span style="font-weight:400">She chewed it carefully while she simultaneously used my hand to get herself off. Since it was better to get this over with quickly, I started to move my hand. The longer we were in this position the more dangerous it was. Resisting was counterproductive at this point and would draw more eyes than it was worth. There were times where you just had to go with the flow and this was one of those times.
<span style="font-weight:400">Rosa was in the mood and nothing would stop her when she got like this. She wanted physical intimacy.
<span style="font-weight:400">When she realized I was finally cooperating, she released my right hand and removed hers from under the lining of her mini jeans. I continued to thrust my fingers in and out even without her forcing me to.
<span style="font-weight:400">It’s not that I didn’t want Rosa to feel good, I was just reluctant to do this sort of thing out in public. It was a crime after all. I didn’t like breaking thew, but... I guess I didn’t have the right to say that considering how I’d been breaking my fair share ofws these days.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Mmm~ it’s sho good~ this wonton. Ish better than the first one I had,” Rosa’s words were slurred and loud enough for others to hear. My fingers even cramped up inside her because I was terrified someone would catch onto what was really going on here.
<span style="font-weight:400">When I paused, Rosa picked up a wonton from the te and raised it to my mouth
<span style="font-weight:400">“Open wide~ I’ll feed you too. It tastes even better when you’re fed it by someone else.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Helpless, I opened my mouth and took the wonton in whole. Rosa stuck her index finger inside my mouth, it was wet. I could taste something mixed into the wonton. It didn’t taste bad by any means, rather, it tasted quite good. I suppose this was what they called the taste of a woman. Or maybe it was that nail polish of hers. No, she probably had something like this in mind when she went to the washroom and removed it when she was washing her hands earlier.
<span style="font-weight:400">Since my tongue didn’t feel numb, I was led to believe that was the case. As for her razor-sharp fingernail, she’d been careful not to poke my tongue or inside my mouth with it. She only rubbed the smooth skin of her index finger against my tongue.
<span style="font-weight:400">“How does it taste?” Rosa slowly pulled her finger out and dragged it down from my lower lip to my chin.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It tastes good.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She bit her lower lip and smiled slyly when my fingers’ movement resumed. She opened her mouth again waiting for me to return the favor.
<span style="font-weight:400">I picked up one more wonton and pushed the wonton into her mouth. She licked and sucked on my index finger. Her eyes were misted up and not fully in focus.
<span style="font-weight:400">Whenever she breathed out through her nose I felt the hot air on the back of my fingers. Electric tingles rolled down my arm in waves originating from my finger inside her mouth.
<span style="font-weight:400">Just who is the devil here? I couldn’t help but question that.
<span style="font-weight:400">When I removed my finger from inside her mouth she picked up the next wonton from the te and fed it to me again. This time her hand was unsteady when she raised it and her breathing was more strained and hurried.
<span style="font-weight:400">I could tell she was close. The way she was sucking my finger in below made it obvious.
<span style="font-weight:400">When I pushed the final wonton into her mouth, her teeth bit down into my finger.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Mmmmm~! I can’t~ id really ish too good~!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Her eyes shut halfway and rolled back as her body trembled uncontrobly. Powerful contractions squeezed down on my fingers inside her. Her soft thighs mped down firmly on my hand as her right leg unconsciously raised up a bit and crossed over her left, locking my right hand securely in ce. Her grip was intense to the point I couldn’t budge an inch. She wouldn’t let me pull it out until she was finished.
<span style="font-weight:400">After thirty seconds, her body finally rxed. She leaned her full weight on me.
<span style="font-weight:400">Without thinking she reached for the tter only to realize there weren’t any wontons remaining.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Whaaat~, we finished so fast?”
<span style="font-weight:400">It was hard to tell whether she meant the wontons or fooling around.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You really ate them up.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You had just as many as meee~.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“At least I noticed we ate them all unlike a certain someone having a foodgasm. Did you watch too many episodes of Food Wars?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Food Wars? What’s that?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“An anime that is the perfect embodiment of you eating these fried wontons.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Never seen it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“If you watch it I’m sure you’ll immediately understand what I’m talking about.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haha, I’ll check it out then.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The table behind us had been pretty quiet for a while now. When my focus returned to our surroundings, I peeked over my shoulder and noticed the group seated behind us had awkward expressions on their faces.
<span style="font-weight:400">“See, I called it, I told you they were together.” One of the three boys finally spoke up and whispered amongst their group.
<span style="font-weight:400">It didn’t seem the boys in the group knew what we’d really done just now, but our overly affectionate public disy of affection had definitely left them feeling ufortable.
<span style="font-weight:400">As for the girl, our eyes had momentarily met for a second before she hurriedly averted them. She had a light blush on her cheeks, her face was slightly red. There was no way she saw from her angle, but did the sounds Rosa made during the act give us away? Maybe the way Rosa’s body reacted made it too obvious to her since she was a girl. Or was it maybe pheromones? One of those things where other girls could instinctively tell what was really going on.
<span style="font-weight:400">Well… now that the deed had already been done, there was no longer any evidence. Somehow… we hadn’t been caught.
<span style="font-weight:400">My hand retreated from the confines of Rosa’s mini jeans. Only after that was I able to breathe out a sigh of relief and rx. This time for sure, with her satisfied, it was over… for now. The next two weeks… would definitely be eventful.
<span style="font-weight:400">A few minutester, the waitress exited the kitchen with arge round ck tray with several dishes in hand. She approached our table and said with a professional smile, “Your food’s all here. Please do enjoy.” She ced them down on our table one by one before she headed off in a hurry again to another table after I thanked her.
<span style="font-weight:400">As the only waitress on the floor, there wasn’t a moment of rest for her it seemed.
<span style="font-weight:400">“The food looks good,” Rosaplimented.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Just because it looks good doesn’t mean it tastes good,” I grumbled aloud, unconvinced.
<span style="font-weight:400">“The smell alone is pretty convincing by itself if you ask me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Smell is a scam. The only thing that really matters is how it tastes.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Coming from the guy who only ate unhealthy frozen TV dinners every night. Sounds more like the price is what you really care about.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Rosa shoved a fork with some of the fried rice in my mouth and asked, “Well? Tastes good, doesn’t it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">When the taste of the rice sank in, I cursed internally.
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, it doesn’t taste good at all. The food you cook is better.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hehe, is that so?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Liar, you just don’t want to admit you were wrong. But you still get some points for choosing my food.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The two of us enjoyed the rest of our meal together. We ate everything without leaving anything behind.
<span style="font-weight:400">When we finished all the dishes Rosa ordered dessert, a chocte fudge Sunday that we shared.
<span style="font-weight:400">After dessert, we got the bill and Rosa paid. She was in a really good mood so she left a decent tip for the waitress. After the tip, altogether she’d spent $90 on this meal. My heart bled a bit from the price, but at least she’d been correct about the restaurant. All the dishes were quite tasty. In the end, the two of us left satisfied with the food.