𝙳𝙴𝙽𝙸𝙰𝙻

𝙴 𝙸 𝙶 𝙷 𝚃

I had left my car at the club last night, so purposely asking Derek to take me to my car in the group chat was necessary so our actions didn't look suspect.

Derek made sure I was able to get into my car, then he went home to shower and joined Javonte at their auto shop for a few hours.

Then I ended up running some last-minute errands with Jada, getting things together for my trip and afterwards, we all agreed to meet at Rosita's for lunch, our favorite Mexican restaurant.

With it being our go-to in between classes, Rosita's will always hold a lot of memories for us. We were always in here, studying, copying notes or watching whatever games that were live on TV.

We're tucked away in the corner of the restaurant at a large booth, Jada and Javonte sitting in front of Derek and I. Derek had his arm up high on the armrest above my head and his other arm was on his thigh.

"Damn, that's where you 'gone be at?" Javonte asked, shocked as the four of us hover over my phone. The aerial photo gave us a bird's-eye view of the massive Lauder estate that I'll be working at.

I chuckled and gestured towards the pool house in the picture. "They didn't even put me in the main house, just this little thing over here," I said with a laugh, pointing my acrylic nails in its direction.

I had already shown Derek this morning, but he glances in quietly, like it's new information for him as well.

"Soriyah, lemme come with you." Jada jokes, "They won't even know I'm there. I could hide in the pool house and just have you bring me food."

"Jada, please! They got security cameras and shit everywhere." I waved her off, giggling.

While we're still huddled in, our faces are still close, us peering at the photo. Derek uses the short window of time he has to reach his arm over and squeeze the inner part of my left thigh.

Derek's touch is intimate, and his touch is assertive, sending pleasurable chills down my spine. I smiled, placing my left hand over his and our thumbs danced around for a bit. Then I grab the crotch area of his jeans where his dick rests, his knee suddenly hits the table, causing everyone's glasses to clink and we pull back.

Knowing that my flight was less than 16 hours away, my trip to the Hamptons was the perfect excuse for my elated look right now, because our time this morning and just being next to him has me feeling good inside.

It's been almost two weeks since we've all been out together as a group, since Derek and I started fucking around and still, no one knew about us, and we aimed to keep it that way.

The sexual tension between us was high as a kite, and despite our small interaction just a few moments ago, we kept our hands to ourselves, and I can't wait to see him tonight before I go.

For obvious reasons, there was some space between us, but I desperately wanted him to close that gap, like he has been all morning. So I had to be okay with just the simple brush of our arms whenever he would reach over to grab his drink or how our legs touched whenever he or I shifted in our seat. It was all the contact I could manage to get from him without raising suspicion.