A/N: This was originally inspired by another fic with the same premise. Unfortunately, I don't know who original author is, as it was sent to me anonymously through a friend, but I loved it so much I had to do my own take on it. So here it is. Please enjoy!

Trysts

Jimmy Junior looked at Tina on her knees in front of him, and he swore his heart was going to hammer out of his chest. This certainly was not the quiet closing time routine he was used to.

Tina looked up at him and he looked down at her and they locked eyes as she pulled on his jeans, letting them fall to a pile around his ankles. Just the thin fabric of his boxers separated him from her now, and that was enough to make him groan. He glanced around the restaurant again, fearful that someone could still walk in on them, while Tina ogled his growing bulge. Her hands were resting on his bare thighs, but now one was gently rubbing him and he had to stop his nervous glancing as his eyes slammed close in pleasure.

"God," he gasped out.

"You like that." It wasn't a question. He didn't see the smirk Tina was giving him, but he could hear it in her voice.

"Yes," he breathed out, the end of the word turning into a hiss as she rubbed harder.

She continued for a few more seconds, enjoying watching his face as she did.

"Act natural," she reminded him. "You don't know when someone might look over here." He groaned loudly, pleasure mixing with frustration.

"You're right. I'll be more-" She pulled down his boxers, his erection springing free, and he completely lost his train of thought. He could feel her warm breath on him, and that alone was almost enough to make him lose it. He had to force himself to suck in a few ragged breaths to steady himself, and then a few more searching looks around the restaurant.

Tina, eye to eye with him, so to speak, waited until it seemed like he was back in control, before leaning in to kiss the tip, making him gasp. She kissed him again. Then experimentally licked.

"God, Tina," he moaned out her name. The wet warmth of her tongue was a wonderful contrast to the cool air around them, and he had to lock his knees tight to stop himself from swooning. She licked him again, along his whole length this time. Again and again. He moaned low in his throat.

Then slowly, she brought him into her mouth. Little by little. His hand automatically flew into her hair, grasping onto the dark strands while he tried to stop his eyes from rolling back in his head. His other hand grabbed onto the edge of the counter.

"Fuck, Tina," he swore through his moan. "You don't know how good that feels."

She was sucking on him, her head bobbing, one hand wrapped around his base, stroking whatever couldn't fit in her mouth. He focused his eyes on a random spot on the wall, trying to look normal, trying to keep anyone who might happen to be looking from knowing what was going on just behind the counter. But dear God, with the way her mouth felt on him, it wasn't easy. The knuckles on the hand gripping the counter turned white. He could feel the pressure building up inside of him.

"Tina," he gasped. "I'm gonna-"

He looked down at her. Her lips around his cock, her heavily lidded eyes turning up to him. The sight was too much. He whimpered her name again, trying to warn her, but he was already there. Tina moaned as she felt his cum surge into her mouth. His eyes screwed shut and his face contorted in ecstasy as all the tension left him.

When the moment passed, he slumped over, feeling more like he needed to collapse but still trying to keep up appearances. She sat back and wiped her mouth and chin with the back of her hand.

"That was amazing," he praised, as soon as his brain started working again. "Wow." Tina was smiling up at him, looking pleased. The two stayed like that for a few moments, both catching their breath.

Eventually, Jimmy Junior decided that they should probably call it a night. He reached down to pull his boxers and jeans back on, only to be stopped by Tina.

"Want to go again?" she asked, her fingers tracing small circles on the inside of his thighs.

"Won't your parents wonder where you are?" he asked, not finding it in himself to turn down her offer completely, but still very aware of the danger of getting caught, a danger that increased the longer they stayed down there. Tina just shrugged.

"Maybe," she said. "I'm willing to risk it." Her hand was on him once more, and suddenly he was willing to risk it too.

"Okay," he said, fighting again to keep composure. "But next time it's your turn."