Scott and I sit in a little alcove at the restaurant, far away from anyone with prying eyes or perked ears. We're huddled close together in a corner booth, like new lovers. Which in a way, I suppose we are. But today, its more for the secrets I'm about to spill than anything else. Though he does smell so good.

He always smells so damn good.

I don't want anyone to hear what we're talking about. It's been two days since my last encounter with the Professor. I've gotten myself off with the bright pink rabbit vibrator I ordered off Amazon four times since then, remembering every single detail of our time together. And of my time with Scott, if I'm honest.

My ass and breasts aren't quite as red as they were, but they're all still a little sore and the welts from the ruler have yet to completely fade. I'll be a little sad when they do.

We wait for the waiter to bring our food before we talk about anything other than classes and the TV shows we've both become addicted to on Netflix.

I breathe deep at the steam rising from my crème brulee French Toast and strawberries and bacon. Scott told me we should take back brunch. He said I love it too much to let Adam take it from me, so it was becoming our new weekly time together. When life gets busy, we'll at least have this.

And I do so love brunch.

My mouth waters and I moan at my first bite, the sweet syrup coating my tongue.

Scott snickers. "You need to stop making those noises. They're bringing up some sordid memories."

I flush and giggle. "Stop it."

"I've waited as long as I can. Tell me everything. I feel like I've barely seen or talked to you this week and I've been dying for a recap."

I take a sip of my pineapple mimosa before answering. "You definitely won the bet."

He snorts. "Well, I figured that, love. I want the details."

"Okay. So, we met twice. The first time, I was convinced it was all a mistake and I was terrified my grade would get even worse if I had to do that paper. I was feeling stupid for dressing like a ho-bag for his class, so when I went to his office I basically dressed like a Quaker. And, uh, well. He didn't like it."

Scott's eyes narrow as he takes a bite of his chicken dripping with syrup. "What do you mean?"

I lower my voice even more. "I mean, he...well, he punished me for not dressing for the job I want."

"Punished how?" he asks.

I shush him, looking around the restaurant in alarm. His voice had been a little too loud.

"He spanked me." I stare down at my plate, willing the red from my face.

"And did you like it?" There's a strange tone in his voice.

"I did." A twinge of shame is back.

"Amanda, look at me."

I raise my eyes, worried I'll see disgust or judgment. I should know better. This is Scott.

He smiles softly. "There's no shame in liking it rough or enjoying kink. It's hot and fun as hell. As long as you aren't being hurt in the not-fun way. As long as you want to do it."

I breathe out relief, tension rolling away at his understanding. How could I ever think he would judge me? He never has before.

"Thanks. I'm still a little in shock over the whole thing. I had no idea I would like it so much. I mean, my favorite part of our time together was the rough stuff too..." I trail off and grab my drink, taking a large gulp.

Scott leans in close. "It was my favorite part too."

I chuckle. "You have all sorts of hidden depths, don't you?"

"And apparently, so do you. So anyway. Tell me the rest."

"Well, after he spanked me with his hand, he used a ruler. And then I sucked his dick."

Scott adjusts his position. "And then what?"

"And then he told me he'd see me next time." I don't tell him about my trip to the bathroom. I can't tell him about that.

"Go on."

"I came back in a schoolgirl outfit."

Scott groans and runs his hand through his hair. "I might need to see that."

I laugh as I finish off my bacon. "I accidentally-on-purpose forgot to wear panties."

His eyes darken. "I bet you did."

"He liked that outfit much better, of course. And he had me take off my cardigan and bra and keep my skirt on for everything else. He had me sit on the desk with my legs open and he fucked me on the desk. But apparently I wasn't supposed to come without permission, so I got punished some more." I can't stop the delighted grin lighting up my face.

"I take it you enjoyed it very much?"

"I did. It wasn't just a regular spanking that time. He...well, he did other things."

"What things? Tell me, Alison." That commanding tone is in his voice again.

I shiver, my panties dampening a little. I'm not sure if it's from Scott's tone or memories of the Professor spanking my tits and my pussy.

I look down at my lap and notice Scott's lap. His cock is pushing at his pants, trying to get out. I meet his eyes and he shoots me his wicked smile.

"Imagining you like that turns me on. A lot."

I purse my lips and raise a brow. "You know, you won the bet. After this, I think maybe you should collect."

Mischief burns his eyes bright blue. Never a good sign. "Or..."

"Or what?" My forehead wrinkles.

"Or, you can just jack me off beneath the table right here and we're square."

I gasp, my eyes flying around. "Here?" I almost cream at the thought. It is on my secret list. Giving, or even recieving an orgasm in a public place. Something I've never dared to do.

"Yup."

I bite my bottom lip. "But what if someone sees?"

"No one will see. We're hidden over here and the tablecloth hangs low enough it won't show anything. And if the waiter comes back over, just stop until he goes away."

Nervous excitement fills me. I want to very much, but getting caught would be humiliating. Or would it? I blow out a breath and take yet another gulp of liquid courage.

"Okay."

A huge grin spreads across his face. "Nice."

I reach over with one hand and free him from his pants, keeping my other hand occupied with the food so it isn't super obvious to anyone who happens to glance over. I wrap my hand around the base of his massive cock and start to stroke up and down.

He groans low under his breath and stiffens. As I jerk him off, I whisper all the filthy things the Professor had done to me. Scott hardens even more in my hand as I tell him about how much I'd enjoyed the smacks of the ruler on my nipples and pussy. How wet I had gotten. How hard I'd been fucked. I paint a picture of what it looked like. How red my ass got from my punishment. My schoolgirl skirt bunched around my waist and bent over a desk and punished like the naughty girl I was. How I couldn't hold back my orgasms. How much I'd loved the pain. How I'm still sore and still carry the marks on my ass. How he’d finished by shooting his load all over my red, burning ass.

Scott tries to keep eating, but his breaths shorten and make it too difficult for him. "Fuck, Amanda. You're making me want to throw you over this table and spank you myself."

I whimper at the image he brings to my mind. I want him to do that too.

Grabbing the fabric at the front of my dress, I pull it down so he can see the marks on my skin.

He hisses and bites his lip. "Fuck."

I release his dick and fondle his soft balls as I take another bite of my French toast covered in whipped cream. I start to whisper my secret desires, starting with being covered in whipped cream and having it eaten off me. I tell him all my dirty fantasies; all the things I want to try.

My hand moves back up to grasp him and I stroke him faster and faster. And then, I tell him my biggest secret.

"There's one thing I wasn't going to tell you. After my first meeting with Professor Roux, I was so turned on I went into the bathroom and got myself off. I fucked myself with my fingers. I pinched my own nipples. And I thought about you. About your huge cock inside me. How amazing it felt. How much I liked it. I want your dick in me right now."

Muttered cuss words fall from Scott's lips, his eyes wild, his grip on his fork turning his knuckles white.

I don't know where my brazen words come from. I don't know who I am right now, telling him these things. It's dangerous, what we're doing. It could ruin our friendship if we weren't careful.

But this was so fucking hot, right now, it doesn't matter. I don't care.

My pussy throbs with need and my arm starts to ache. I almost bring my other hand down to touch myself, I'm so turned on. I look around the restaurant at the other couples whispering together. I wonder if any of them are doing something like this. Before my list, I never would have thought anyone would do this outside erotic novels, but fantasy has been steadily spilling into real life for me.

And I can't be the only one.

"In class, I started thinking about a girl there. How I'd like to fuck her. How her breasts would feel rubbing against mine. What her pussy would taste like. I wanted to bite her ass, Scott. You opened this world to me and I'm loving it. You've made me brave and sexy and I'm so grateful."

I tighten my grip on him and the head of his gorgeous cock swells. He is close. Really. Close. We hadn't prepared for that part.

Shit.

I toss my knife onto the floor and duck under the table after making sure the coast is clear. I take him all the way into my mouth and suck hard. He grabs the back of my neck, shoving me down, and raises his pelvis a little to go deeper down my throat.

His hot come spills into my mouth and I drink it down like it's my favorite drink. Because it is.

I lick all over his glistening still-hard cock before sitting up with the knife in my hand. Scott breathes hard, staring at me in awe. I smile and my tongue darts out to lick the corners of my mouth. He follows the movement with hungry eyes.

"That was amazing."

I nod. "Hell yeah it was."

He buttons and zips up his pants and stares at the table for a moment. "Fuck, Amanda. That was hot."

"I know." I squirm a little in my seat, my pussy aching with wanting. Guess I'll have to have another date with my vibrator today.

"I want to see your ass."

My head jerks up to stare at him in shock and confusion. "What?"

"You said the marks are still there. I want to see."

I huff. "Well, it's not like I can moon you in the middle of the restaurant."

"Why not?" He shrugs like it's no big deal, what he's asking.

I splutter. "Why not? Because what we just did was subtle. Sort of. Me baring my ass is a bit more noticeable."

"Not if you turn a bit and lift your dress. Your back will be to the wall. No one will see."

I shake my head. "Scott, come on. Maybe later. You already saw the marks on my boobs."

"Let me see, love." That commanding tone again.

I'm helpless against it. I hope he doesn't notice how wet I am. I flutter my lashes. "Yes, sir."

His eyes darken and his breath hitches at my words. Interesting.

I spin to the side and slide my dress up and raise my ass, bending over a bit. I'm wearing a white lacy thong, so the color and marks are probably even more noticeable. The air is cool against my flesh and I hear Scott blow out a loud breath. His fingers brush my skin, tracing the lines of one of the welts. His hand travels lower, towards my drenched slit.

"Gorgeous."

I clear my throat and jerk my dress back down, trembling from his touch. I turn back around to face him, my face the same color as my ass.

"Damn, Amanda, that's hot. And looks like someone enjoyed herself."

I duck my head so my hair falls as a curtain between us. He pulls back the curtain and cups my face.

"Don't hide from me. I'm your best friend and nothing is gonna change that. But you telling me all this turns me on a hell of a lot."

I take a shaky breath, starting to regret telling him so much. What were we doing? I want to jump him all the time now. Even after the Professor, it's Scott I want a repeat with. Though I still have the paper with Roux's office hours on it.

And if it takes too long to complete the next item on my list, I will definitely go back and see him again for help with another paper.

That is better than continuing to blur the lines of my relationship with Scott. We're turning into friends with benefits and as much as I love every touch of his, it never ends well.

"It turns me on too. Telling you."

"Good. Glad I'm not alone."

We laugh and turn back to our food, the spell broken. And I am relieved.

We sit in silence for a few minutes as we finish our meal. My arousal finally starts to fade away a little.

Scott grabs his mimosa and holds it out to me, his eyes twinkling blue flames. "To the best-laid plans."

I chuckle and pick up my glass to clink against his. "To the best-laid plans."