Her entire body feels like it's on fire as his words register; they're taking pictures and videos of her? The realization sends a shockwave through her already heightened senses. Her cheeks flush an even brighter red, if that's possible, and she bites down on her lower lip to keep from crying out in surprise. But it does little to dampen the effect he has on her as he continues to thrust into her from behind, one hand gripping her cheek while the other teases her swollen clitoris.

Her body arches off the floor in response to his rough thrusts and teasing touch, her cries echoing through the empty restaurant like a Siren's song. The pleasure builds inside of her, cresting higher and higher until she feels like she might explode right there on the hardwood. Her hips buck violently against him, trying to get closer, deeper, anything that will give her the release she so desperately craves.

And then it hits her; a powerful orgasm unlike anything she's ever experienced before.

The rest of the day passes in a blur of classes and extracurricular activities; Judy tries to keep her mind off things but finds it impossible not to wonder what Darius is doing or if he's thinking about her as well. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she gets home to find her father waiting for her in the living room.

"Darius called," he says simply by way of explanation. "He's at a local coffee shop; we can go meet him there if you'd like."

Nodding numbly, she follows her father out the door and into his car. The drive to the coffee shop is silent; both of them lost in their own thoughts about what lies ahead. When they arrive, Judy feels a knot forming in her stomach as they step inside and spot Darius sitting alone at a table near the back.

He looks up as they approach, his expression a mix of hope and fear. "Judy," he says softly, his voice barely audible over the background noise of the cafe, "