If the question would be why this affair has continued.. well she wouldn't have an answer to that. Something about lust, pleasure, and release maybe.
But here Annabeth was, sitting next to the guy she considered to be the guy who took her virginity, saw her womanhood, and took her dignity, letting him slide his hand up her inner thigh, opening her legs wider to give him better access. All the while trying to keep a straight face while Coach Hedge was explaining the emergency Argo II protocols..
She could feel the heat of his hand gliding closer to the crotch of her leggings, anticipating his fingers on her most intimate place. She moved her hips forward, trying desperately to speed up the process.
He scooted closer, pretending to lean into what Coach was saying, and let his middle finger slide across her already soaking wet lips through her panties. She shuddered and held back a moan, wondering if he could tell she was wearing no underwear beneath.
"You're so wet already. You're pussy is begging for my fingers, isn't it?" he whispered hotly against her ear.
Annabeth, torn with emotion, merely nodded in response, not trusting her voice right now. He chuckled softly and continued to stroke her rhythmically, each time inching his fingers a bit higher until he pressed his finger against her folds, making her shudder once again. No matter how often he touched her, the power he had over her body never stopped to surprise her.
She brought her hand up and placed it over her mouth, readjusting herself so it would seem like she was leaning on her hand and hoping it wouldn't look too suspicious. Two seconds later she was glad she did as Leo moved his hand up and into the waistband of her leggings, sliding his finger between her wet folds.
He pumped it in and out.. once… twice and one more time before adding a second finger. She slightly moved her hips, hoping to get more friction and contact.
Her entire body tingled. Her clit needed attention, her taut nipples begged to be pinched and her mouth wanted to devour his, releasing her moans into him as he fucked her, whether it was with his hand, skillful tongue, or his dick. Just the thought of his face between her legs sent shivers of release through her body.
She could feel the sheen of sweat on her forehead and knew she looked flushed. Thankfully the lighting in the dining room was poor and the others probably couldn't see her facial features well. She risked a glance at Leo and saw him staring straight at Coach Hedge rambling on.
The slight flush on his cheek and the twitching muscle in his jaw only tells that he wasn't focused on the Coach, but on his fingers, bringing her to a much needed orgasm.
Annabeth looked down at the dining room table, desperately trying to control her breath and her body as his fingers kept moving in and out of her. She kept feeling him brush her clit, feeling the familiar haze settling over her as she prepared herself for her release. She knew Leo could tell she was close as he slid a third finger in her pussy, making her insides explode as her orgasm hit her. She tried to control the spasms, riding out the blissful feeling.
Suddenly, unable to control the pleasure anymore, Annabeth cried out softly, as Leo's fingers hit their target, and she orgasmed. Biting her lip hard, she tried to stifle the noise.
Clenching those legging clad thighs together on his hand, Annabeth felt a waterfall of hot liquid flood out of her folds, soaking her athletic leggings and the seat beneath.