My friend Jasmine invited me out with her for dinner, so I put on a brand-new dress and joined her. The restaurant was having a special tasting menu, though I wound up being part of the meal!

As we nibbled, we chatted about dating, and I confessed it had been quite a while since I’d had sex with someone.

Jasmine looked shocked and said, “Well, I can fix that.”

She dropped her fork under the table. At first, I thought it was an honest mistake — a clumsy moment from my usually poised pal.

“Oops,” she said with a twinkle in her eye.

Her exaggerated look of sheepishness was a clear sign that the move was anything but an error.

Before I could react, Jasmine dove beneath the table, which was covered by floor-length linens. The next thing I knew, she was skimming her nimble fingers over my ankles and up my calves. Her digits danced behind my knees for a bit, gently awakening all of the nerves beneath my skin, then she skated upward, dragging her expertly manicured nails over my inner thighs.

I gasped when she reached the tops of my legs. She massaged me with her thumbs, edging dangerously close to my crotch. I hadn’t worn panties, a fact my friend would soon discover.

My eyes darted around nervously. I’d never had sex in a public place before, though I have to admit I was incredibly intrigued.

Jasmine slipped her fingers along my slit at the exact moment my eyes connected with those of our waiter. He walked toward our table. I tried to subtly get my friend’s attention to stop her, but she didn’t respond to my cues. Our server reached my side at the exact moment Jasmine first grazed my clit.

“Is there anything I can get for you?” the waiter asked courteously.

The second I opened my mouth to respond, Jasmine tickled my clit more directly.

“I — oh!” I gasped.

I grabbed my water and took a sip, desperate to cover up my awkward outburst. Meanwhile, Jasmine had pushed her face between my thighs and was lapping at my clit, her tongue making swift and steady strokes.

Despite the sensations raging between my legs, I managed to take a breath and respond to him without moaning like a porn star.

“Not right now. I’m good. Thank you,” I said.

Keeping the sentences short was key. Trying to express even one more syllable might have been dangerous.

Fortunately, the waiter walked away, and I was alone at the table again. Well, sort of. Jasmine was playing between my legs, and it was getting harder to contain my reactions. Who knew my friend was a master at eating pussy? Her tongue fluttered against my clit, eliciting sensations that made my toes curl.

When an urge to hum with pleasure hit me hard, I took a tiny bite of food, hoping any diners in my midst would simply assume I was really enjoying my meal. In a way, I was. The evening was the most fun I’d had in a while — from the stimulating conversation I’d enjoyed earlier, all the way through my best friend pushing me toward an incredible orgasm — all without me ever having to leave the table!

Next, I felt something hard slip inside my pussy. That was followed by a subtle rumble that made me buzz from the inside out. There was no doubt the small item in my pussy was a vibrator.

After laying a few more tongue-twisting kisses against my clit, Jasmine pulled away and slipped right back into her chair as if nothing had happened. She held up her fork in triumph — as if that cover story fooled anyone. I also saw a small wireless remote tucked into her other fist. I couldn’t believe she’d been carrying a sex toy in her purse!

“I can be such a klutz!” she said playfully. “Did I miss anything good, Evie?”

Jasmine’s eyes glittered. She loves a shared secret, and this was our most scandalous yet.

“Well, I did enjoy a surprise course that was utterly to die for,” I replied. “Maybe later you’ll get to sample something similar, too.”

Jasmine cocked an eyebrow and said, “I certainly hope so.”

She tucked the hand holding the remote under the table, but she clearly didn’t let it go. Instead, she raised the vibrations of the toy to such an intensity that I nearly shot out of my seat.

Desperate for some privacy and some sweet relief, I looked at Jasmine and said, “I’m headed to the restroom. Will you join me?”

“With pleasure.”

The buzzing inside me escalated again, and I popped up from my seat like a steaming toaster pastry. Of course, Jasmine smiled wickedly. She knew what she had done, and she loved watching my reactions.

“Someone’s in a rush to visit the powder room,” she teased.

I would have countered with a comeback, but the vibrator began to pulse.

Desperate for release, I made a beeline for the bathroom, while Jasmine trailed behind me. Turns out it’s awfully hard to run when you’re being massaged from the inside out!

When I finally reached the single occupancy restroom, I tore open the door and ushered Jasmine inside.

“Get in, you wicked wench,” I teased.

Jasmine scurried inside.

“Someone’s feeling spicy,” she said. “I like it.”

The second I closed the door, Jasmine was on me. She aggressively skimmed her hands from my hips to my waist.

“I’m so glad you wore a dress tonight,” she said. “Makes it so easy to take what I want.”

One of Jasmine’s hands moved down to my thigh and lifted my dress. Maybe it was my imagination, but the buzzing from the toy suddenly seemed louder. I watched her intently, and my breath caught in my chest as I wondered what Jasmine would do next.

“You have such a sweet pussy,” Jasmine murmured. “Do you know that, Evie?”

My tongue felt too thick in my mouth to respond with words, so I nodded instead.

“Do you like the taste of your pussy?” Jasmine asked.

I nodded again. I love licking my fingers after a good self-love session. The taste of my juices is a uniquely satisfying flavor. I wondered if Jasmine’s box would taste as good.

“Show me how you love it,” Jasmine demanded. She lifted my dress higher. “Dip your fingers into your pussy and then taste yourself.”

I hesitated for a moment. There was something so raw and intimate about the request. I found I’d developed a bit of stage fright.

“Come on, Evie,” Jasmine cajoled. “Show me how you love yourself.”

I snapped back to reality, and I realized that, yes, I really did want to please Jasmine.

Normally, I would lick my fingers first to get them nice and wet, so I could easily slip them inside myself. But Jasmine had me dripping already, so extra lube was wholly unnecessary. I felt even more moisture seeping from my core. The overflowing honey dripped down my thighs, glossing my skin with the sweet liquid.

I dove right in. The tips of my fingers bumped up against the cordless bullet vibe nestled inside me, and that nearly sent me over the edge right then and there.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

As I threatened to spiral off into orgasmic oblivion, she warned, “Easy there, girl. I’m not done with you yet.”

She rested her hand on my wrist, the one that was attached to the fingers buried inside my snatch.

“I still want to see you taste yourself,” Jasmine insisted. “Take your fingers out of our pussy and put them in your mouth. Now.”

Jasmine’s always had a strong personality, but I’ve never known her to be so domineering. I quite liked it, actually. Her persistence was incredibly sexy and put my libido into overdrive.

But I couldn’t afford to get lost in thought. Jasmine was waiting for me to take action, and my sexy bitch meant business.

I pulled my fingers from my pussy and sucked each of the juice-glazed digits into my mouth.

“Is that good?” she asked.

I nodded and made a yummy noise: “Mmm.”

“Very good,” she said. “But easy now.”

She wrapped her fingers around my wrist and removed my digits from my mouth.

“Don’t be too greedy,” she chided. “I want some of that sugar.”

That’s when she kissed me. It wasn’t a quick peck either. It was a long, probing kiss. The kind where your tongues get so tangled together that your essence begins to blend and after a while, you both start to taste the same.

A knock sounded on the door, causing Jasmine to break our lip-lock.

“Just a minute!” she called out. Then to me, she whispered, “We will not be just a minute.”

She shimmied down my body, landing in a squat that put her face perfectly level with my crotch.

“Do you think they can hear us?” she asked.

“I hope they can,” I responded.

It was true. I wanted people to know that a gorgeous sex goddess was making me come right there in the restaurant.

I held up my dress as Jasmine wrapped her lips around my clit.

“Oh God! Oh Jasmine!” I groaned.

Between her lips, her tongue and that blasted bullet sitting inside my channel, I was already teetering on the edge of an earth-shattering orgasm. The sensations overwhelmed me. Before I knew it, I was hurtling headfirst into the abyss, shaking and shouting so loud everyone in the dining room must’ve heard me.

When I finally came crashing down to earth, I realized Jasmine had removed the bullet from my pussy. She stood and laid another kiss on my lips. Then she pushed the vibrator into my mouth, giving me another intoxicating taste of my own honey.

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” she said. “You’re going to use your lips, teeth, and tongue to push that bullet into my pussy, then we’re going to go out there, pay our bill, and I’m going to take you home with me.”

Who could argue with such a delicious plan? I eagerly followed every instruction to a “T” and was rewarded handsomely — all night long.