...needs to become the vibrator. Start slow, keep your speed constant, don't go faster unless the girl either tells you to, or she starts grinding your face like this." Sam hips moved up and down, coating Freddie's face in her slick juices.
"You're pretty good for a nub. Now the next step is-"
The door swung open, to reveal Carly standing in the door-frame, wearing the same red plaid skirt, and black button-up shirt as she had when she'd left the Groovy Smoothie. Sam gasped, Freddie turned to see what the noise was, and nearly fainted at the idea of being caught with his head between her legs.
Sam and Freddie didn't move.
"Fingering at the same time you suck her clit."
"Well, I was going to tell him he needed to stick his tongue inside me, but that's just as good. What the fuck are you doing here Carly?"
"I heard your little game. I guess the booth is right outside the ventilation hole or something, because I heard every word."
"And?" Sam cocked her eye at her best friend.
"I was hiding behind the kitchen counter the whole time. I'm surprised you told her about our little encounter."
"Yeah well.. I wanted to do better. I blew my load, fumbled under your panties for 10 minutes until you told me to stop and we went back to making out. I felt like such a douche."
"It's okay Freddie. I'm actually here to help you."
"Yeah. Well, I've g...