...!? He plunged his finger deep into her pussy, and in surprise her entire body had jolted in pleasure. However… Vilmer had more than just jolted. Vikky… felt a slight tingle of disbelief as he came and spurted his semen over the lower portion of her skirt. She… felt chocked. It had… felt that good? He was… that sensitive? He… wanted her that much? Vikky suddenly felt slightly frightened. What kind of lust-driven demon (oh, irony) had she created!? He was… still hard, and he was pushing his dick against the hands that had been stroking it, now it was being stroked by his movements. Her hands were being fucked. Vilmer’s other hand was massaging her breast, only increasing her stimulation. Vikky took a look down on her shirt… it was stained. Those raging sperm desiring to claim her insides for their own… When she allowed these aggressive embodiments of Vilmer’s lust into her, there was no doubt what would happen.

“Y-you idiot. I’m only wearing a bra under this, the only replacement for these I have is in the car and my mom has the key…” She looked up at him, worry in her eyes. There was no doubt they’d be in trouble after this. Vikky was already in trouble. This boy… Vilmer’s lust had risen to a fever pitch. Even if Vikky was very aroused, very wet, there was no way she could compete with this guy. There… there was nothing else to it. While her right hand was still in place, allowing Vilmer to fuck it… her left hand went over to her skirt… and pulled it up, showing him his own hand fingering her dripping pussy.

“You better satisfy me after this display…” OH GOD. Had she really just said that!? She was… crazy… Oh, wait… Vikky thought… Maybe she had simply underestimated how horny she was… She felt… so embarrassed suddenly. Her cheeks flushed more than they had already. It was… suddenly hard to look at him… after having offered him this sight…

He was embarrassed at having released already but he had wanted her that much. Inwardly he winced at being called an idiot since he was seeking her approval but fortunately she did not pull away from him. His lust drenched brain made it so that he thrust against her hand a few more times before he grew too sensitive and halted there, just throbbing now as she drew up her skirt.

“Of course,” he eagerly answered dropping down to his knees at the offered sight. As she held the skirt up he took hold of the panties that had previously been on her breast, pulling them aside a little as his tongue flicked out coursing up over the slit of her sex.

He pulled away a little and at first she might have though he didn't like the taste but he was looking up at her as his finger slipped out of her and fondled her clit as he rubbed it back and forth.

“Vikky your so wet ...” there was something eles, but that could wait too as his head went back between her thighs as his tongue flicked over that slit, then lining up against her entrance teased itself into her.

“... Eh?” He... he dropped down to his knees before her? Vikky had shown her most secret spot to him with the intention that he’d drive his cock into it and finish as quickly as possible before they were found. Now… she suddenly had no idea what he was doing. When he moved down, she could no longer hold a hand on his penis. The hand on her breast moved to keep her panties out of the way while he moved his head to… W-wait, Vilmer, that’s…! Vikky hadn’t understood just what he was going to do until he had already rolled out his tongue to lick her. Her eyes went wide for a moment in surprise as the tongue licked her slit, and she bend forward slightly in a gasp at the sudden pleasure. She’d… she’d need to stay quiet. They could hear her if she was too loud. Vikky threw a quick, worried glance at the door, hoping nobody was coming in anytime soon. Vilmer paused for a moment, long enough for Vikky to wonder if he was going to skip this step.

Nope, he was just going to state the obvious and embarrass her further. “D-don’t say tha… aaah…” … then her clit was rubbed. He placed his head back to lick around and then insert his tongue into her wettest regions, causing her to moan unexpectedly. Embarrassed with herself and worried anyone else would hear her, Vikky locked her mouth with two hands while Vilmer continued. It… it felt wonderful. He was finally tasting her. As the tongue buried deeper into her Vikky threw back her head while covering her mouth with both hands to restrain any sound. The stimulation from his tongue tasting her inner walls… was almost too much. … Vikky suddenly became worried. It would soon become apparent to him that her hymen was not intact. She had lost it to the bat, but… Vilmer might think… uuuuugh…

Panic had set in, the panic of being caught or Vilmer making that discovery. But there were no interuptions thus far, Aegir did not plan on any yet at least, maybe later if it suited his whim but he allowed the young lovers now for lack of a better word to get reacquainted with themselves.

His words embarring, Vilmer went back to probing his tongue inside her, his hand brushing against her clit all the faster as his tongue jabbed into her deeper. Slowly at first expecting to hit a barrier that wasn't there though he had not been surprised not to find one. She was an attractive girl, and while he assumed that she was a virgin there was the chance that she may have been with another before him.

So, he may not be the first but he could be the best! He did not let that bother him, he was here now, the other guy wasn't though he had not known that there was no other guy but rather a baseball bat to contend with.

So he had not mentioned this, it was irrelevant and if he had her stop to explain he could not drive his tongue forward now into those wet folds as he licked against her core. No barrier, no need to be cautious, right? And now he set himself to the task of divesting her senses the best way he could think of.

Her embarrassment only made the stimulation worse. His hand constantly brushing against her clit and tongue exploring all the sensitive walls inside her, it was… so good… oh… she was so soaked… if she had an orgasm right here, wouldn’t it become apparent to people coming here later? Oh… she didn’t have the energy to worry as her hands needed to clutch her mouth shut with even more force to keep her moans quiet.

Vilmer… didn’t comment on the matter, but he was past the point where he’d have encountered it. Actually, he went on more fiercely as he passed that point. He must have noticed… was he… punishing her? Or… trying to outmatch any potential other? She could have told him immediately that this was far better than the bat, but… oh, she had to take her hands off her mouth to breathe, but it instead become frantic panting. He was handling her so well…

An orgasm would be coming… an orgasm was coming… Vikky felt her legs quiver as Vilmer surged on. He hadn’t even been going all that long, and she was already coming. She was as bad as he was… The constant licking and brushing her clit was overpowering her and weakening her legs. Her instincts wanted her to close her legs and block continued assault. Her instincts wanted her to lose all strength in her legs and fall down to the floor. But… if she did, he wouldn’t be able to continue this wonderful treatment… She moaned so powerfully she slapped a hand over her own mouth again and threw a look at the door… Oh, she was coming…

So he wasn't the only one that couldn't hold back! He was pleased, pleased that she desired him so much, that he could do this for her. He had been too busy to look to the door, he would have had to take his attention away from her which he was not about to do. Rather his fingers and tongue moved against her even faster in what she had initially though were punishing strokes.

Hardly, it was simply knowing that he did not have to hold back, he didn't want to hurt her after all. Of course, his excitement had not died down any for he knew that her lacking a hymean meant that he didn't have to be so restrained later on.

Yes, there would be a later he was certain of that, provided that he wasn't too cocky about it, maybe if he didn't seem as eager too, he was uncertain if he should make another move or let her make the next then decided as he pressed that tongue deeper into her as he stopped brushing her clit, his hand curling behind her ass then, drawining her closer as that tongue stabbed into her. Oh, yes, he knew she was close, he heard some of her moans escape her lips and knew she was having trouble being quiet now which only spurned him on ...

His hands grabbed ahold of her ass, one cheek with each hand. Just as Vikky wondered what he was about to do he pressed her against his tongue simultaneously as he stabbed his tongue as deep into her as he possibly could. The stimulation flared through Vikky as she could not resist a yelp of pleasure. She bent forward, the hand not holding her mouth grasping ahold of Vilmer’s head as a sensation sent through her body announced that it was time. She had her orgasm, the entire thing feeling so good and her body feeling so drained that it wanted to collapse on top of Vilmer. Actually, had it not been for the hand steadying itself on his head, she probably would. The remnants of her orgasm that Vilmer didn’t take himself would probably drop down on the floor. Oh… it felt too good…

… Oh. She was supposed to hold up her skirt with one hand, but she had forgotten about it, so it was currently lying on top of Vilmer’s head. Vikky was still fully-clothed, so the hands grasping her ass were probably grasping on top of the panties she were wearing since they had only been pushed aside to reveal her vagina. After her orgasm Vikky was panting heavily, unable to take command, only placed there awaiting Vilmer’s next move…

Oh, he wanted her alright. He could now taste her as she nearly collapsed bending iver him. He held her close as she shiver against him, his head beneath her skirt as his hands smoothed over her rear. Damnit, he wanted to press inside her, feel that heat sweep against him, over him though at the same time he wanted her to fullly let loose, no hand over the mouth but somewhere that they could let loose … maybe even the baseball field after it closed down or the locker roon there … if at either of their homes they would have to keep the volume down. Maybe even a hotel, he had scrunged up enough money for a night or two and if she was going back then he send her off in style.

Vilmer pulled back, his head now coming into view as he did so. He let her kneel now on those shakey legs, his lips adhering to her own in that moment, then a hand smoothing rolling over her breast.

As he noted the cum stain on her shirt he colored a little. “Sorry. I have an idea though. Next door is a full fledged office that you could use to wash your hands and maybe there's a doctor's coat there.

“Back in your father's room I have my glove and my lucky ball, fortunately I came right from practice and hadn't stopped to change since I had to get home quick today to watch my little brother so I stopped here, it's on the way and I still have time … I'd invite you over though I'm not sure I could keep my hands to myself.

“Anyway, you have the bat? A change of clothes? I could go back to the room and get the keys for you, you can change somewhere and we could just use hitting a few as an excuese, hopefully they don't dig too deep, your father is an investigator after all but he's pretty banged up and not thinking straight right now. It's the only idea I can think of that has any chance of success. What do you think? Is it worth a shot?”

Oh, she was so stimulated... his tongue had felt so good… His hands over her butt… She would accept anything he did to her now. Vilmer backed off from his position between her legs and let her fall to her knees. Vikky fell a little heavier than she would have liked, but that was nothing she could help at this time. She was panting heavily, her expression revealing her horribly aroused condition, expecting him to continue and shuddering as he touched at her breast…

… Then he just started talking. Was he not planning on going through with this? Vikky slowly found herself calming down while quenching her initial disappointment. Her reasoning knew that this wasn’t the best time to go all-out, but her arousal said otherwise. Shaking off the more primitive thinking, she focused on what Vilmer was saying. He… he had a little plan on how to save her dignity. But there was a number of flaws in his plan. Could it be, Vikky thought… that he actually wasn’t all that bright? There had been signs of it before, but this one took the cake…

“Vilmer… there is no way I can use a doctor’s coat. Not only is it not mine, but it would also make it even more obvious that something has soiled my shirt. And there isn’t all that much around here that can soil my clothes.

… You’re free to invite me anywhere, if my parents allow it. They probably desire to have me for a while, considering the time we’ve been apart. And… has it seemed like I mind that you don’t keep your hands to yourself...?” She was embarrassed to say so, but… gee.

“Yes, you can go back and attempt to get the keys, but… the bag with my change of clothes is in my mother’s car. You’d need to get the keys from mom. While training like that would appear as a good excuse… they will be suspicious to why I didn’t join. I might go to the bathroom or something, but that won’t last all that long. While I did bring a training outfit and bat in case we were going to go train and that would work as an excuse to why I changed… my parents are not idiots.” Vikky smirked at him. “Frankly, we stink of each other.” … She sighed. They would pretty obviously be caught unless Vilmer pulled off a nigh-miracle, but…

“But… You go have a shot at it. I’ll… I’ll just go do that. The other room, I mean. And perhaps the bathroom if the corridor is significantly empty…” Saying so, Vikky started attempting to stand up. Vilmer had apparently caught his reasoning, so they perhaps wouldn’t continue here. But… Oh, gee. Whatever.

He could seem dim witted at times though that was hardly the case. It was just that earlier – well that was unexpected and now well, now he had little to work with and didn't entirely think the options threw as he presented them, well he was only thinking of a straight forward on.

Vilmer had wondered if she was disappointed. He was not a quick thinker, but she was here now so that pretty much sealed the deal that she was still interested but would that continue to be the case after today?

He could see the disappointment in her eyes and was hoping that was the lust reacting and not logic. They got away with one thing, would they dare to push the envelop? Could they take it further?

He would like too, but was constrained by time, he had to get home to watch his kid brother and while he had doubted that she would mind him not keeping his hands to himself he had to remind her that they were probably only get frustrated and interupted constantly until he was in bed, then they'd have about two hours before his folks were do back in which the could possibly let loose. There was an element of risk but now that he was thinking about it that risk was probably better than doing it out at the field, though after tonight that option probably wouldn't exist.

Vilmer was amazed that she consented to this but he shook his head.

“No one would believe ou were a doctor, maybe an intern but definitely not a doctor and I think the coat would be too big. I meant for you to wrap it up and hold it in front of yourself so that no one sees the stain.

“As for the scent I'm sure we can cover that up, this is a hospital after all and there are various chemicals around that can at least disguise if not kill the scent.

“There are only two things I can think of, both suspicious. I get te keys so you can change andc probablly get all manners of questions as to why you weren't doing it yourself and what not, or … well, this ones a little absurd and probabl won't work, well, there are too options here the second would probably take far longer than we'd have …

“ can snag something from the patient laundry, I doubt they'd have something similar and you'd have to explain the change too and the reason why. In addition or as something else we could try to wash the shirt, but even rinsing it off and chucking it in a dryer would take close to an hour so we'd have to come up with a pretty good reason why you were away for so long and that barely leaves me time to get back home to mind my brother too, I'd have to run … or ...” he fell silent at that ast thought, seeing that it wasn't really an option to consider but he did nonetheless as she moved towards the door, had she looked the corridor would have been empty at east for now.

Oh, gee. What was going through this boy's head? “I’m not going to use a coat that isn’t mine for that. What would I explain with if someone asked why I was carrying it? It… it would make me look strange.”

“Use chemicals to kill the scent…? Do you have any idea what chemicals you’d use, where to get them and that you’d not be wasting some poor person’s medicine for our stupid little mission? It’d almost be better if we just went and admitted we were horny…” … Vikky found herself snickering as she flushed lightly at her own words. “Though I guess we won’t, huh?”

Vikky listened to his options as she went over to the door and looked around. Alright, there was nobody there at the moment. Oh, so complicated. This was getting more complicated than it needed.

“… Or we just act like nothing. I’m taking my shirt to the bathroom to wash this off. Then I’ll just say the sink surprised me when I used it. The smell will be a bit less obvious if we stay away a moment. I go deal with this, you… deal with the mess you made me make on the floor over there, and then go to my parents. I needed to go to the bathroom. When I have properly washed myself…” … She didn’t specify HOW she’d wash herself… “I’ll be right there. Nothing strange at all. K’?” She smiled happily at Vilmer. It wasn’t the best of plans either, but it was nothing that would take hours or make use of strange chemicals or whatnot that Vilmer was suggesting… “So, were you inviting me over earlier, or…?” Vikky gave him a bit of a teasing wink on that. In case she’d get approval, she’d be right out the door in the corridor while it was still empty, one arm covering the stain in case someone came along. If not… she’d stay right there by the door.

It wasn't the best option, and he was even considering just coming out with matters when he trailed off having second thoughts. He looked hurt briefly when she pointed out the obvious flaws in his plan but seemed to recover from it quick enough.

“The water closet … the janitor's cleaning supplies … but your option is less complicated we'll try that first.”

First? As if there was a fall back to this, either they succeeded or failed, they wouldn't get a do over. He looked to the mess that she/he had caused, going slightly red as she pointed it out to him but looking back at her after a moment, scratching at the back of his head.

“Yeah, I'll get to this, don't you worry.” He had to think here, he had been stupid in choosing this room rather than one of the offices. This was merely a room to consult patients in, the others had sinks, gloves, napkins, more options for cleaning things up.

He supposed if she wasn't going to use it he could always use the lab coat, clean up this mess then get rid of the coat in the laundry room … no, in retrospect that didn't seem too wise going through the corridors of the hospital with a cum stained jacket … his best option was probably to sneak into one of the adjoining rooms and smuggle away the supplies he needed.

When she questioned him about the invite his mind went blank for a second. “Oh, no ...” he caught her look, quickly amending things as to why he had brought it up in the first place. “I mean yes … it's just that the little snot will be up until 8ish, so yeah … up until then expect lots of interuptions but when he sleeps ...”

He grinned, blushed himself then looked away. He probably was nervous, probably never had … was that why he was making such bone headed decisions? Or was it that all the blood had drained out of his head right now?

“I'm more than happy if you'd come over … I would like that … just wanted to warn you ahead of time that it's going to be torture for those first three hours. God, you don't know how difficult it is right now to keep from pressing you down on this floor and …”

He shook his head as if dispelling that thought. “Yeah, um, but I figured you'd want something nicer than some lousy cold floor.”

It wasn't the best option, and he was even considering just coming out with matters when he trailed off having second thoughts. He looked hurt briefly when she pointed out the obvious flaws in his plan but seemed to recover from it quick enough.

“The water closet … the janitor's cleaning supplies … but your option is less complicated we'll try that first.”

First? As if there was a fall back to this, either they succeeded or failed, they wouldn't get a do over. He looked to the mess that she/he had caused, going slightly red as she pointed it out to him but looking back at her after a moment, scratching at the back of his head.

“Yeah, I'll get to this, don't you worry.” He had to think here, he had been stupid in choosing this room rather than one of the offices. This was merely a room to consult patients in, the others had sinks, gloves, napkins, more options for cleaning things up.

He supposed if she wasn't going to use it he could always use the lab coat, clean up this mess then get rid of the coat in the laundry room … no, in retrospect that didn't seem too wise going through the corridors of the hospital with a cum stained jacket … his best option was probably to sneak into one of the adjoining rooms and smuggle away the supplies he needed.

When she questioned him about the invite his mind went blank for a second. “Oh, no ...” he caught her look, quickly amending things as to why he had brought it up in the first place. “I mean yes … it's just that the little snot will be up until 8ish, so yeah … up until then expect lots of interuptions but when he sleeps ...”

He grinned, blushed himself then looked away. He probably was nervous, probably never had … was that why he was making such bone headed decisions? Or was it that all the blood had drained out of his head right now?

“I'm more than happy if you'd come over … I would like that … just wanted to warn you ahead of time that it's going to be torture for those first three hours. God, you don't know how difficult it is right now to keep from pressing you down on this floor and …”

He shook his head as if dispelling that thought. “Yeah, um, but I figured you'd want something nicer than some lousy cold floor.”

... Cleaning chemicals from the janitor’s...? ... Huh... Vikky discarded the notion and let Vilmer’s mind hold those thoughts. Alright, Vilmer would do this. She nodded at him. Then she would take care of her own part. So, she’d leave as soon as he answered her other question…

Vikky giggled at Vilmer’s mention of the ‘little snot’ which would be interrupting them. “Gee. I believe I’m good with children. If nothing else, then perhaps you could serve as reward for my patience…” She grinned right back at him. And she didn’t stop when he was looking away while blushing. Of course, Vikky was blushing too. Gee, were they not similar right now? Both of them were constantly pestered in their minds by what their bodies wanted to do to one another…

“If you’d prefer…” Vikky smiled a little wickedly and turned her head away from him for the moment. “If you’d prefer I could drop in first after he’s asleep, as a little emissary of the late afternoon… That would give my parents the time they desire to interact with me, and it could give you the time to… have your way with me.” It would also allow Vikky the time to prepare condoms… “If that sounds better. I am quite capable of getting to your home alone.” She giggled lightly, flushed red.

Vikky was silent for a moment or so, then… “I… I actually don’t mind the floor. As long as it is you… I’ll accept you anywhere you want.” She was turned away from him, ready to walk towards the door and out of it if they decided that cause of action. With her left hand she grabbed ahold of the back of her short skirt, fought off her embarrassment and lifted her skirt to show her panties from behind. She was too embarrassed by this act to actually look at him while saying this. Vikky was still looking at the door.

“So, how will it be…? Now… or later…?” More like, would he be able to control himself when she acted like this or not? Of course, she hadn’t acted that teasing if there wasn’t that part of her that wanted him to attack. So, how would he react…? Either way… she wouldn’t mind…

Typically guy, he wasn't thinking ahead to birth control and probably assumed she was on something when she was at an all girl's school!

“Yeah, that sounds good,” he admitted. “Real good. We won't have the distractions or the frustrations ...” he colored again, shook his head a little.

“Well, you are a little snot,” he teased back knowing that she knew he initially refered to his kid brother. But showing that he meant no offense to what he said he promptly kissed her lips, albeit briefly for he still felt that hunger there when they parted.

“Still, I don't mind you. Even when you get all crabby.”

He always knew that her words were a snap reaction to a situation, or at least he considered that to be the case. He could have been wrong but he had felt that she didn't truly mean what she was saying in the heat of the moment, it still made him feel bad at times when he messed up but the matter seemed to pass quickly enouugh, just like their current “problem”.

She found as she confessed and turned to the door that a hand settled on her shoulder. “Is that so?”

He whirled her around so that she was facing him, driving her back up against that door, he was grinning at her though as he stood there, grasping her hips with those solid hands. His mind was quick in analyzing her question and perhaps if he were more rational he might have thought about some form of protection though that was probably doubtful she figured …

“Why choose? Why not both, Vikky?”