Baxter was still a little overwhelmed by what was going on, this was moving very quickly. However, in the press of bodies he couldn't see Whitney. Was she moving faster than him already? He didn't want to be left behind. He almost didn't catch on to what Professor Moore was saying until the took the cup out of his hands. Reaching out he grabbed a hold of her wrist by impulse. "No, please. We...I want to be here it's just.. a lot to take in all at once." Remembering himself, he let go of Doctor Moore's wrist and gestured to the seat next to him. "Just, we thought it would be different, maybe talking about what we were all looking for." Lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, he continued, "We though we might find a third, or another couple to... to swing with." he said.<br/><br/>Taking the cup back from the redheaded bombshell and gave her a nervous smile.  He decided in that moment to go with the flow"I guess you're the club advisor though, so if we need to do this.." he put the cup down down next his thigh, and began to undo his belt and the button and zipper of his jeans. With  a shimmy he pulled his jeans and black boxer briefs down his legs. His cock was half flaccid from the combination of nervousness and overt sexuality.  "So... are there rules for doing this?" he asked, his confidence growing a little. At the very least he wasn't ashamed of his body. His cock was proportional to his body, which while not pornstar big, still had him well above average.<br/><br/>When Lea mentioned Baxter, Whitney looked to the other girl and nodded her head, biting her lower lip. "Yeah.. we're together we wanted... to spice things up." she said. Her attempt to not look Lea in the eye had backfired somewhat, the angle of her eyes drawing line with the plastic phallus held in place by Lea's pussy. She remembered a hot spot under hand from a few years ago.<br/><br/>The though of that night, renewed her desire to see what this club was about. She fidgeted with the Jersey some more. "Professor Moore said we had to go topless..." she continued and then taking a break pulled the overzied garment over her head, tossing it onto a clear spot on the snack table, leaving her in<a class="link link--external" href="https://www.sex.com/pin/57175904-whitney-wright-yoga-pants-2/" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">yoga pants and sports bra</a>. Her green eyes flashed in the candle light as he looked over the debachery in the room. She looked Lea in the eye again, if only for a moment. "Are you sure they're not busy?"