Disclaimer: I don't own anything GG related.
This is just quickie...
You can tell by the weather that it is the last day of school before summer vacation. It. Is. Hot. One would think that a school like Chilton would be able to provide a few fans for when the AC fails. Well, one would be wrong. What they can supply us with, is a cup of ice when we go to lunch. So here I am, alone with my cup of ice, sitting at my usual table in the part of the cafeteria where no one goes, with my back to everyone else so I have a lovely view of the wall.
A frustrated groan escapes my lips as I fail to open the window beside me. Instead I remove my tie an un-button the first few buttons of my top. I close my eyes, take a piece of ice and hold it to the back of my neck and that is when my peace is disrupted.
"Mary, Mary, Mary."
Sighing, I look to confirm what I already know. "Tristan, I'm too hot to be bothered."
"All hot and bothered by me just standing here?"
I make no effort to reply thinking that he'll just leave. I was wrong. I hear the chair beside me being pulled out, then a heavier chair sliding back under the table, right next to me.
"Well, I'm just going to have to cool you down."
"Why did you come over here in the first place? I'm sure it wasn't to cool me down"
"Well since you mention it, I did have a reason for this visit. Summer vacation starts tomorrow, and I won't get to see you for two whole months."
"Gosh Tristan, how ever will you survive?"
Choosing to ignore my sarcasm laced comment, he continued. "Well, I thought that you could give me a souvenir to remember you by."
"What am I, a trip to an amusement park?"
"No, your way better than an amusement park."
"Going back to ignoring you." I pointedly tell him and close my eyes once again. And once again ignoring fails to work as he drapes his arm across my back and -hey! My eyes open as he draws circles with an ice cube on my neck.
"Tristan, don't do that."
"Why?" He whispers in my ear.
"Someone will see." I reply as I look around and see no one looking, There goes that reasoning.
He continues his whisper, "Relax, we're in a deserted part of the cafeteria. No one is around. Besides, doesn't it feel nice on this hot day to have some ice rubbed on you? And I did say I would cool down. You can't object to something that feels so good."
I say nothing. He has a point. He interprets my silence to continue running the ice along my hot skin.
"So, about my souvenir." He says as the melted water runs down my neck to my chest.
"What, um, what did you want." I manage to get out. He leans closer and whispers the object he desires in my ear. "What! Are you crazy? I'm not giving that to you."
"Really, cause I'm not gonna stop until I get it. Or until you scream. Either way I'm getting what I want, and deep down I know you want to give it to me." As he speaks, he moves his hand with the ice down closer to my chest. His other hand found my knee and is working it's way slowly up my thigh. I'm caught in a daze as I can't bring myself to stop either hand.
"Hot pink. My favorite color for girls to wear under their clothes. Tell me, do your panties match?"
"Huh" I intelligently breath out.
"Your bra, it's hot pink. I was wondering if you're wearing a matching set." His hand with the ice was now going under the cup of said hot pink bra, and -oh it's now covering my nipple. I feel it instantly harden just as a finger tip of his other hand grazes the outside of my panties right where I'm sure it has gotten wet, and yep, his delighted chuckle confirms this.
"Ready to give in Mary?"
"I um..."
"It's ok, you don't have to answer" he replies as his finger slips inside my panties.
"Um Tristan, what are yooooooooou..." My words get lost as he slips his finger inside me and he chooses this moment to remove his left hand from my breast and a small, disappointed moan escapes my lips.
"Don't worry Mare, just getting a new piece of ice. Don't want you to over heat, unless your ready to give up and give me what I want."
Gilmores don't give up.
"I uh, don't.."
"Want me to stop? Ok." And, oh god! With that another finger has slipped inside me, joining the first that has steadily been going in and out. His left hand returns with the ice and brings it right back to my nipple, ensuring it stays hard by moving the ice in circles around it. "You like your nipples getting hard by me, don't you?"
"Well, um, I..."
"No need for words, your body speaks enough with it's actions. Now if you nipple likes the ice, I wonder what else will. Hmm, let's see if you clit responds positively." With that removes his right hand from my panties, "Don't worry the fingers will return shortly" he whispers as I let out another moan of sadness.
"Cold." I manage to say.
"What?"
"The um, ice, down, uh down there. It's gonna, um, be cold."
"But enjoyable all at once." He assures me with his husky voice, so I decide to listen cause he hasn't been wrong yet. His hand, ice in tow, returns to inside my panties. He runs the ice up and down my slit a few times before roughly pressing it to my clit. I feel it harden as I let out a low moan. "I told you." He tells me. He keeps the ice pressed firmly to my growing clit As he returns now three of his fingers inside me. The cold drips from the ice run down my slit and onto his fingers when they go out, then when they go back in they bring a tiny bit of cold into a very hot area.
"Your clit is enjoying the ice, but let's see how long it takes to melt inside you." And with no warning other than that, the ice is slipped into my hot pussy with his three fingers. My hands grab the table as I squirm painfully in pleasure in my seat as the ice rests inside me and melts away. "Ah, It would appear you really liked that," He whispers close to ear, "Would you like a repeat?"
And for some odd reason, I nod my head.
"Oh, darn, lunch is almost over. Oh well, guess we won't finish." And he almost removes his hands from my body before my voice stops him.
"What! No, Tristan, you, um you have to keep going."
"Why?"
"You know why, uh this, this needs to, to..."
"Have a happy ending? Well, if you insist Mary."
Then all at once, he finishes me off. With a pinch of my hard nipple, and a final thrust of his fingers inside me, his thumb presses down hard my swollen clit as my loud moan of pleasure almost lets everyone know what we've been doing, but at the last second he catches my scream with his lips as my orgasm rips through me.
When I regain my composure as the bell rings, and I notice I am no longer being kissed. I open my eyes and Tristan isn't sitting beside me. I turn to see him walking out of the cafeteria and I think I see a glimpse of pink go into his pocket. Looking around to see if anyone was looking, I run my hand up my skirt, just to assure myself I was mistaken in what I saw, but I'm not. Looks like Tristan got his souvenir after all, my wet, hot pink panties.