Part 28
As Tim and Pam chatted, the co-eds did too. They'd already finished their meal, so they felt strange just sitting there with nothing on the table. So they ordered beers, and when the waitress told them that a pitcher was cheaper than three glasses, they split a pitcher.
By the time Tim and Pam's pizza arrived, the co-eds were beginning to get a buzz. They were all fairly small girls, weighing no more than 125 pounds each, so if they'd had empty stomachs, sharing one pitcher would have gotten them fairly drunk.
As she ate, Pam noticed the girls in the booth across the floor. She saw that all three kept glancing over at her and Tim. But mostly at Tim.
She said, "Tim, do you know the girls in that booth?"
He looked up, and Pam tilted her head in the girls' direction. He looked, and saw that all three girls quickly looked away. Strange.
"No, I don't think so. Why?"
"It seemed like they were looking at us," Pam said.
"You don't know them?" Tim asked.
"Not that I can recall." She shrugged.
A few minutes later, Pam looked over and noticed that the dirty blonde had her phone up on the table and was looking at the screen. She held it at a little bit of a strange angle, though. Could she be taking a picture of her and Tim?
When Pam looked more closely, she realized that if the girl was taking a picture, or maybe video, it was mostly of Tim. And then she began to smile.
Could those girls have recognized Tim from the commercial? Pam leaned forward a bit and got Tim's attention. "Are you sure you don't know those girls?"
Tim washed a mouthful of pizza down with a drink of beer. "What?" He looked over again, and Pam saw that the girl quickly pulled her phone back toward her, and her two friends giggled. That settled it! Pam was convinced that the girls had seen Tim's commercial.
Tim, oblivious, said, "Like I said, they don't look familiar. Why? Were they still looking?"
"No, I'm sure it was just my imagination," Pam said, and smiled to herself as she took another bite of pizza. For some reason, it really turned her on to think that those girls were perving on Tim while he sat here with her, completely unaware. She wondered if they might do more than just sneak a picture of him.
Would they come over to the table and ask for an autograph? She pictured that, and she knew that Tim would start blushing in that adorable way of his. She could feel her nipples getting stiff and a fluttering in her stomach, and she had to force herself to not smile.
As Tim and Pam's meal neared its end, the girls across the way hadn't made a move. Their pitcher of beer was almost gone though, and Pam noticed that they were talking and giggling a little louder now. She was starting to squirm in her seat, just thinking about the chance that those girls might give Tim some embarrassing attention before they left.
She watched Tim working on the last piece of pizza. His arms were tanned and muscular, and his t-shirt was pleasantly snug around his shoulders and pecs. He had some shaving shadow, and his hair was just a little tousled. He looked good.
Her t-shirt had a V neck, and she reached under the table to tug the bottom of her shirt down, and then leaned across the table toward Tim. She knew that the bottom of the V was a little lower now, and as she leaned over, he could see the swell of her breasts, and maybe a bit of her bra.
"Would you like come over to my place for a little while?" she said quietly, as if she didn't want anyone nearby to hear.
Tim glanced at her perky tits in that t-shirt and swallowed. "I was thinking about asking if you wanted to stop by my place afterwards. I've got some wine or beer, if you'd like to hang out for a while longer."
Pam gave him a warm look, and then a hint of a playful pout. "I would, but the last time I was there, you took advantage of me."
Tim grinned at her and played dumb. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Pam leaned a little bit closer, and spoke in just above a breathy whisper. "You spanked my bare bottom," she said accusingly, and then looked around her to make sure that she hadn't been overheard. "You're not planning anything like that again, are you?"
Tim swallowed again, even though there had been no more pizza in his mouth. Pam's pretty face was slightly flushed, and her nipples were hard under her shirt. He felt himself getting hard, too. He leaned toward her and whispered, "Are you planning on being a naughty girl again?"
Pam pursed her lips and gave him a sexy frown. "Certainly not!"
"Well then," Tim said, "your pretty little bottom will be safe with me."
The waitress appeared suddenly with their check, surprising both of them. They each sat back, their faces flushed. Pam ran a hand through her hair, while Tim wiggled in the booth, pulling his wallet out. He was hard as a rock now!
He surreptitiously reached down and adjusted his dick. It was a good thing he'd worn the jockstrap, because even though he felt like his head was straining up out of its pouch, the jock gave him more support than regular underwear would have.
These gym shorts were fairly snug, and without the jock, he knew he'd be pitching an obvious tent in his shorts. The thought was both mortifying and arousing, and he could feel his face getting warm.
Pam watched Tim hand his credit card to the waitress. He was blushing a little, and she was pretty sure that their flirty conversation had aroused him. She chanced a glance over at the co-eds, and saw that the dirty blonde was waving the waitress over to pay for their beer, while her two friends looked a little manic. They kept looking at Tim, and then away, and then back.
She felt her heart racing, suddenly certain those girls were going to say something to Tim, either before they left or right afterwards. She knew that that attention would get the poor hunk at least a little flustered, and a devilish thought occurred to her.
He'd be a lot more flustered -- and cute! -- if he had a serious hard-on when the girls talked to him.
The waitress returned, and Tim added a tip and signed the check. Pam watched the waitress go to the co-eds' table, where the dirty blonde gave her a bill. She heard the waitress saying she would get change and starting to turn away, but the college girl told her to keep it.
Tim stood up and put his card in his wallet, and Pam got up too. With the college girls in the corner of her eye, she stepped close to him and got on tiptoe, so that her mouth was a few inches from his ear. "Are you wearing a posing pouch, like you promised?"
Tim shivered at Pam's question. He could feel her warm breath on his neck as she whispered sexily. He said, "I didn't promise that!"
Pam put a warm hand on his shoulder and kept her voice down. "Ooh, does that mean that you're not wearing anything under those shorts?"
Tim couldn't help but smile at her. "That is exactly the kind of naughty talk that got your butt spanked in the first place."
Pam gave him another teasing pout. "That's not fair! I don't have any padding on under these thin yoga pants."
