Daddy Next Door

by Tina Lee

  I was writhing all over his face, right there in the back of the stacks. This guy whose name I didn’t even know. Who had my favorite pink thong in his pocket, and some strange part of me was really hoping he’d keep it. And every once in a while, I could hear someone walk close by, and he would stop, only to torture me with the slowest, gentlest caresses.

  But when it was safe again, he devoured me. Like a wild animal. Like I was his last meal, and he hadn’t eaten in days. And holy shit, I exploded all over his face. Like, I’m talking gush level orgasm.

  The guy had magic fingers. And a magic tongue. And it only left me one thing to consider. Whether his cock would go for the trifecta.

  He set me down with a grunt, and pressed his body against mine, kissing me while he pinned me to the shelf with his arms. He tasted of me, and mint gum, and it was a strangely delicious combination.

  My hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it drifted down his body, pulling his cock from his pants. I couldn’t even think of anything else at that point. For two weeks I’d been fantasizing about this guy, about what he would feel like inside of me.

  He lifted me up again, this time cupping my ass in his large hands. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he was nudging at my entrance with his cock. It was hot, and so fucking hard, and I felt like I was going to explode again just looking at it.

  There were no words. He just pushed into me with a grunt, and I cried out again. His hand clamped over my mouth, and he thrust into me. This guy that looked so serious all the time was also a serious fuck, I learned. He powered into me, the shelf creaking behind us, the books rattling everywhere. He had that feral gleam in his eye as he claimed me, that let me know he meant business.

  We were too far gone at that point to listen for anyone coming our way. I didn’t care. I think I would have let him fuck me in broad daylight at that point.

  He snaked his hand up under my shirt, and pulled my breasts free for anyone to see. And then he was sucking on them, squeezing them together in his hands. And I came undone. Yep this guy definitely hit the trifecta. Two orgasms in twenty minutes.

  He exploded inside of me, again unable to control the sounds he made. I don’t know why, but that drove me wild. I loved seeing him lose control right there in the middle of the library.

  But when he pulled out and I glanced down at his cum dripping down my thigh, he looked worried. We were both too caught up in the moment to even think about a condom. I held up a finger, and pulled my birth control out of my purse to show it to him. He seemed to relax at this, and then we both put ourselves together again.

  I watched him walk away, not having spoken a single word, taking my panties with him.

  Signed,

  Frisky in the Library

  Britney folded up the paper and put it in another envelope, deciding she’d take it to the mailbox later on. First, she wanted to sit back and enjoy the sunshine.

  She could feel the wetness between her thighs from writing her confession, and had the sudden urge to pleasure herself. But again, she thought of Virgin Kelsey back in her dorm room with her disapproving glances. Britney wouldn’t be able to fool her into thinking she was just taking a nap.

  She glanced out at the Campus, buzzing with activity in the late afternoon. All of these people walking around, and none of them had any idea how needy she felt right now. Would they know, she wondered? If she just started touching herself here, in the middle of the afternoon beneath a tree, thinking of her mystery man… would anybody even notice?

  She discreetly slid her backpack over her lap and leaned back against the bark, closing her eyes as though she were napping. And then she slid her hand down beneath it, into her yoga pants, caressing her wet folds.

  A soft moan escaped her lips as she began to finger herself, thinking of her mystery man’s cock inside of her. Would she see him tonight? Would he pleasure her again?

  It didn’t take her long. Before she could even remember she was still in public, she shuddered around her fingers, soaking her panties in the process.

  When she blinked her eyes open, everyone was still going on with their day, completely oblivious to her little afternoon delight.

  Britney stood on shaky legs, and made her way across Campus.

  Chapter Three

  “Oh my God!” Alana shouted into the phone. “Have you read the confessionals in NBU Exposed today?”

  “No,” Britney answered as she walked back to her dorm. “I haven’t had time yet.”

  “It’s sooooooo hot,” Alana squealed. “Some kind of kinky Library rendezvous.”

  “Really?” Britney whispered.

  A secret thrill tore through her, and she stopped at the nearest picnic table, digging through her backpack. She’d taken a copy of the magazine first thing this morning, but between her back to back classes on Thursdays, she hadn’t had time to read it yet.

  She flipped through the pages nervously, thinking it could just be a fluke. She was certain that she wasn’t the only coed that’d had sex in the Library before.

  But when she got to the confessionals, her heart began to thump wildly in her chest. This wasn’t just any coed’s story. It was hers.

  “Brit?” Alana asked. “Are you still there?”

  “Yea, I’m here,” she murmured, absentmindedly. “Just looking at the magazine.”

  “I’m dying to know who it is,” Alana said. “The girls and I were talking about it this morning. We were taking bets. My money’s on Megan Dunmar.”

  A grin spread across Britney’s face and it couldn’t be helped. Alana was her best friend, and she’d always told her everything. But for some reason, it was more of a thrill this way. To keep her mystery man to herself, and remain anonymous in the confessionals. And as long as they were careful, they would stay that way too.

  “I gotta go,” Britney said, anxious to read through the column.

  “Wait,” Alana protested. “You didn’t answer me. Are you coming to the party tonight or what?”

  Britney thought it over, and for the first time in her college career, was hesitant to say yes. She knew she’d have something better waiting for her at the Library tonight. A party for two.

  “Sorry Alana, I can’t make this one. I have to study.”

  And before Alana could protest, Britney hung up, and pulled out her notebook. If the magazine liked her confessions, what choice did she have but to give the people what they wanted?

  Dear NBU Exposed,

  I have another confession to make. Last night, I sat in the Library for an hour waiting for him. I was starting to get pissed. I mean, I know I’m a sure thing with this guy, but making me wait an hour? Even I have my limits. I’d worn my best panties for him. Black lacy ones with little pink bows. Something I was sure would get his blood pumping.

  But after tapping my pen against the desk and annoying everyone around me, I decided I was going to leave. But first, I had to see for myself if he was there. Maybe he’d decided our hookups were over.

  I couldn’t see that being the case, because so far everything we’ve done was seriously hot. Like call the fire department kind of hot. Plus, it wasn’t like I was asking for his number or anything. I mean, I’d barely said two words to the guy. We had this weird no communication thing going on, where we just mauled each other and that was it. Who wouldn’t love that?

  I walked aimlessly down the aisles, searching the stacks, with no luck. And just when I had given up hope, and resigned myself to having to spend the night with my vibrator, someone grabbed me from behind.

  I knew right away it was him, because he smelled like mint and that distinct masculine scent that was unique to him. But I couldn’t see him, and that sent a bolt of nervousness through me. He didn’t say a word as he pulled my elbows back behind me, gripping them in his hand. He pushed me up against the bookshelf, and lifted my skirt. Yes, I’d worn another skirt. What can I say? I’m a wanton whore.

  Anyway, so he’d pushed me up against the shelf, and I’m no
t really sure what I was expecting from him at this point, but what happened next, definitely wasn’t it. He spanked my ass, hard. And when I screeched, he shooshed me. Shooshed me!

  I mean really, here he was, spanking my ass in the Library, and expecting me to be quiet. It was seriously hot, but how is a girl supposed to stay quiet when there’s a beast of a man behind you smacking your ass.

  He did it again. And again. And several more times, until my skin felt like it was on fire. And then he was ripping the black lacey panties and pulling them away. I suspected he’d put them in his pocket again, but I couldn’t see since he had my face pressed up against a book.

  I heard a zipper. And then he was inside of me. Full hilt. No warm ups. Holy shit. I felt like I was being torn in two. He bottomed out and I propelled forward, slamming against the shelf. And with an angry grunt, he grabbed my hips and held them firmly in place.

  And then he leaned forward, gathering my hair in his hand, tugging on it. His breath was hot on my ear, and it sent a shiver down my spine. Because what he whispered next came completely out of left field. He told me he’d seen me masturbating that day outside. I was on Campus, giving myself a going over, completely oblivious to the fact he’’d been watching me.

  Wetness gushed over his cock and he groaned. And then he got all bossy, telling me that my orgasms were for him only. And holy shit, that was hot.

  He slammed into me again, pulling back on my hair at the same time. I had to arch my back just to accommodate him, and I could only imagine what I looked like at that moment. Legs spread, face smashed against the shelf with my arms pulled back while he pounded into me.

  And just when I was on the verge of coming, he pulled out, and pushed me to my knees. I wanted to protest, because I seriously needed to cum, but he stuffed his cock into my mouth before I got a chance. And I may have mentioned this already, but he was huge. So there I was, gagging all over him while he deep throated me in the middle of the Historical Fiction section.

  Oh. My. God.

  I could feel him tensing, getting ready to cum as he fucked my mouth, so I gripped his ass. But, at the last minute he pulled back, and shot his load all over my face. Yea, it was everywhere.

  He grinned down at me as he zipped himself back up, probably loving the fact that I was covered in his cum. So I one upped him by using my finger to scoop it up, and sucked it into my mouth. I knew he liked it, because his eyes had that gleam in them again.

  He leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips, and promised me that if I was a good girl, he would let me cum next time.

  And freak that I am, I promised him I would be.

  So I did the walk of shame all the way back to my dorm, my mascara smeared and my face all sticky, still covered in residue from his cum. But I think I have a problem NBU, because I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  Signed,

  Frisky in the Library

  Chapter Four

  Britney sat in the cafeteria, absently pushing her pasta around with her fork. It tasted like cardboard, and right now food was the last thing on her mind.

  She hadn’t touched herself in over twenty-four hours, and she was achy with need. The stress of finals just around the corner was getting to her, and every time she tried to study, she couldn’t focus on the words.

  She just needed something to take the edge off. Would her mystery man know if she’d broken his rule? She could do it in the shower, that was private enough. But the thought didn’t satisfy her as much as she had hoped. Admittedly, she didn’’t want to break his rule.

  He had her wrapped around his little finger… or his big cock, one might say. But she decided then and there, that if she was going to play by his rules, he needed to up the ante. Tonight, she would accept no less than three orgasms, she thought with a grin.

  Yes, she was definitely hooked. She knew because she’d spent all morning googling the symptoms of sex addiction. Apparently, there was such a thing. But she didn’t have it. Because her thoughts only centered around one mysterious stranger, and his wicked ways. The smell of old books was an odd thing to fantasize about, but she doubted she’d ever be able to smell another book without thinking about this guy.

  “I hate Spaghetti day,” Alana said, pushing her plate away in disgust.

  Britney nodded, not feeling much like small talk, but what Alana said next definitely perked her interest.

  “So have you heard that Phi Kappa Pi has a huge pool on the identity of the girl in NBU Exposed?” she asked.

  “You’re kidding.” Britney swallowed.

  “Nope.” Alana grinned. “Five hundred bucks to whoever discovers her identity.”

  Britney shoved back her chair, and glanced down at her watch with feigned interest.

  “Uh, sorry Alana, I’m gonna be late. Gotta go!”

  Chapter Five

  Britney sat on her bed with her earphones in, humming along to a song. She was relaxed and content, even though not even two hours ago she’d been a ball of nerves.

  The Library had been extra busy tonight, and her paranoia told her that some of the late night studiers were there to catch her in the act.

  But mystery man must have caught on to the shenanigan, because he’d rented out a private study room tonight. The memory was fresh in her mind as she moved around and felt her deliciously sore muscles. And all of the places that he’d been inside of her.

  She pulled out her notebook, and decided to put them to paper before they were lost forever.

  Dear NBU Exposed,

  Tonight, he changed things up. I was walking across the Library to my usual table, when he grabbed me from behind again. But this time, instead of leading me to the stacks, he pulled me into a private room instead.

  My first thought was that I had done something wrong, broken one of his rules, perhaps. But tonight wasn’t about punishment, he said. It was about my reward for being a good girl. So many rewards. On the table. On the floor. Against the wall. I lost count of how many times he made me cum. But I can’t forget his.

  He shut the door and unwrapped me like I was his favorite Christmas present.

  It was the first time I’d ever been completely naked in front of him, and I could tell by the bulge in his pants, he liked what he saw. I made him get undressed too, because my imagination couldn’t keep me going forever.

  So there we were, naked in private study room. And the man had a seriously hot body, and a serious hard on too.

  He was gentle and sweet at first, kissing me, stroking every inch of my skin. He laid me down on the table, and ate me out like he was starving. I came twice like that, because I was so fucking horny for him by that time. He knew it too.

  When he was done, he flipped me over and fucked me doggy style on the floor. And, as you’d probably expect, I came again. I was covered in my arousal, and he was too. I could hear it when he slapped his balls against me, the wetness from my desire for him. I don’t think I’’ve ever been that wet before. The entire room smelled of our combined sex, and I suppressed a giggle as I thought of someone using it after us.

  He pulled out and came on my back, and then used the standard issued desk tissues to clean me up. I grabbed a couple tissues to clean him up too, but he shook his head and got that domineering look in his eye. You know, the one I liked so much. He told me to get on my knees and clean him properly. So I did. With my mouth.

  I thought we were done at that point, but I was wrong.

  He picked me up and laid me back over the table, sliding his cock along my folds. I could feel him getting hard again already, and started wiggling around in anticipation.

  But then he stuck it there. Yea, there. That dark forbidden place that I’ve never been taken before. My virgin cherry ass. I started to whimper in a mixture of fear and excitement. Was he really going to do this? Fuck my ass right here in the private study room. I didn’t know why, but this seemed dirtier than anything else we’d done so far.

  I got my answer when he pushed the tip inside t
he tight ring, and I gripped the table so hard my knuckles were white. I’ve never felt anything like that before. I was so full… so stretched around him. His cock felt molten hot inside of me there, and I was burning around him. I’m not gonna’ lie, it was painful at first. But when I looked up and saw the look of complete satisfaction on his face, I wanted to give this to him. To be his good girl and make him proud.

  He leaned forward, his chest against my back, and kissed a long trail down my spine. I relaxed around him, and he pushed in deeper.

  It still hurt, but then I started to feel something else too. Intense pulses of desire shooting through me as he filled that forbidden space. It was delicious agony. The pleasure and the pain. I begged him, but I didn’t even know what I was begging for. He knew though. Of course he knew.

  He fingered my clit as he pumped into me, sending bolts of maddening sensation all the way down to my core. God, I had never felt anything else like it. Insane. That’s what it felt like. I was going insane. I didn’t know if I wanted to scream or cry, but I definitely wanted him to keep going. I was going to detonate. I only hoped that they had cleared the library before I exploded, because I couldn’t be held responsible for the noises that I was making at that point.

  And then someone knocked on the fucking door. The stupid Librarian, Mrs. Hubbard, was sounding a five minute warning. Neither of us responded, frozen there against the table with his cock shoved up my ass. He was balls deep inside of me, gripping my waist possessively, just waiting to see what would happen. I squirmed against him, begging him to say something, terrified of being caught like this. And when I glanced back up at him, he was grinning. Yes, he was enjoying this. The close call of being caught in this position. A part of me started to wonder if he actually wanted it. The doorknob began to turn, and he finally called out, telling her he’d be done in five minutes.