by Amy Stephens
“You like what you see so far?” she teased.
It was pure torture, yes, but I honestly loved it. I mean, what guy wouldn’t? We were in for another wild night at the library, and I couldn’t wait for the bus to drop me off there. I had a few plans of my own.
Once we arrived, she took the seat across from me at the table. She complained how badly the shoes hurt her feet, so I talked her into letting me massage them, something I learned no guy had ever done for her before. Not that I’d had much practice—okay I’d never had any practice—but if we’d we been someplace else, I probably could have caused her to have an orgasm just from the intense number I was doing to her. She was in heaven. What she didn’t realize, though, was that her moans and whimpers were only adding more fuel to my already burning desire for her. I was about to explode.
After I’d pampered her feet to the point that neither of us could handle any more, I reached for her hand and told her to follow me. She quickly slipped on her heels, eager to find out where we were going, and I felt bad for making her walk in them again so soon. We had to get away from that area if I was going to try something, though. It wasn’t secluded enough, and I needed more of her. I needed to feel her pressed against me again, and I would have been lying if I’d said I wasn’t curious to know what was underneath her top.
Once we reached the windows all the way in the back corner, I pressed her against them. Without thinking, I brushed my lips against the side of her neck and breathed in her scent. She smelled so damn good.
I slowly unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, gauging her reaction to know if it was safe to go any further. Anyone watching us from the outside surely would be holding their breath right about then just to see where it was headed. Fortunately, though, the glass was tinted, so no one was able to see us.
Thank goodness.
No doubt, it’d be incredible to watch.
She, too, was caught up in the moment. She heaved her chest up near my face, angling it more toward my mouth, and I took it as a sign that she wanted me to explore her body, that she was curious. I unbuttoned the next button and black lace peeped out from underneath.
“Ahh, you’re killing me,” I told her.
She reached down to grab my hands and brought them up to her breasts. I loved that she wanted to take charge, to show me what she wanted me to do to her. Not bad for a nineteen year old! I gently gripped them and felt the hardness of her nipples through the fabric. Damn. Erica wasn’t lacking in size that was for sure.
I couldn’t stand it any longer. I finished opening her top the rest of the way and staring back at me was the nicest set of tits I’d ever seen. Of course, she still had her bra on, but there was no padding from what I felt and the design angled them out more. Her nipples rested on the lacey edge staring right at me. I took the left one into my mouth and sucked hard on it.
Her breath hitched in her throat, my boldness taking her by surprise. I teasingly slid my tongue over her nipple before clamping down on it with my teeth. I used my other hand to knead and massage her other breast, not wanting it to feel neglected.
Things were getting pretty intense, and I hated that I was now poking her with my dick. I couldn’t help it, though; she drove me insane. Suddenly, she pulled up her skirt and brought her bare leg up around my waist. I wanted to explore her body, but I also didn’t want to do anything she wasn’t quite ready for either. I knew my own limits with her, and some things I’d never try there, not in a library. I had more respect for her, but damn, she was hard to resist.
Just as I was about to slide my hand down to feel her panties, she lost her footing, and we toppled. Her heel came lose and landed on the floor, causing a loud racket since that part of the room wasn’t carpeted.
We quickly separated in case a librarian assistant came to investigate the noise. Erica shifted her clothes back in place, slipped her shoes back on, and took off for the restroom. I hoped she made it there before anyone noticed her. Her appearance was a little disheveled, not to mention there was lipstick smeared across her face. Truth be known, I loved the “just been fucked” look she had, even though we hadn’t been anywhere near that happening. Still, it didn’t keep me from wondering “what if,” later on down the road.
If we hadn’t had the shoe incident, who knew what could have happened next. I knew one thing for certain: her tits were probably some of the prettiest ones I’d ever seen before, and I hoped there would be a next time, just so I could play with them again.
Erica returned to the front table we’d previously used, and we kind of laughed off the moment. It’d been intense, no doubt, and I would definitely be fantasizing about it later.
Suddenly, Erica caught me off-guard with her next comment. “How many women have you met here before?”
Talk about killing the moment!
Not expecting her to ask that at all, it hit me the wrong way. I stood there, unable to say anything. Apparently, my lack of response didn’t sit well with her. In the blink of an eye, she grabbed up her things and left, leaving me standing there alone. I was devastated. One moment we’d been madly grabbing at one another and the next, she slammed me up against a brick wall. Shit! I hadn’t seen that one coming.
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That night I couldn’t sleep. Instead of fantasizing about her, I kept hearing Erica ask me over and over how many women I’d met at the library. She had it all wrong. It wasn’t like that at all.
If only she’d given me the chance to answer, would she have believed me? If only she’d given me a chance to say something, but she hadn’t.
Leslie had been the only other female I’d ever met up with. It was true, whether Erica chose to believe me or not. And, well, nothing had ever really happened with Leslie. Except for the hug right before our goodbye, she and I had never touched.
Could I have taken it one step further with Leslie? Probably if I’d pushed it there at the end, but neither one of us took that chance. In Erica’s mind, I’d been there plenty of times with other women, doing Lord only knew what. I guessed, in some ways, I couldn’t blame her for thinking it. I probably would have too if I’d been in her shoes.
I expected things to be awkward the next time we were together, but to my surprise, she seemed okay about it all. I hadn’t forgotten about it, and I had plans to explain if she’d let me.
In all honesty, she deserved better than someone like me. She needed someone who could be there for her, someone who could provide for her and give her things she deserved. Most of all, she deserved someone she could be proud of. I wasn’t any of those things. She was young with a promising future ahead of her. I was the last thing she needed to get mixed up with.
I needed her. I desired her. I wanted her in my life. I couldn’t help it. It was just the way I felt.
“So, now that we’ve finished with the assignment, do you think you’d want to meet here again? You know, maybe just as friends?” I was nervous just asking her, but it was something I had to do. And by suggesting we meet as friends, I hoped she’d be a little more at ease.
“I’d love to keep coming here to see you. You’re one of the few things I look forward to every day.” Just the sparkle in her eyes as she spoke melted my heart.
And that was how we’d spent the rest of our night. Not making out, not saying provocative things, but actually getting to know each other. We became friends.
She shared with me her fears, dreams, and hopes for the future. I listened intently to every word she told me. That girl was special, and I was going to have one hell of a time letting her go when the time came.
As the weeks passed, quicker than what I’d wanted them to, I wondered how I was going to let her down without breaking her heart. It was no secret, we were pretty keen on each other.
How was I going to do it without shattering my own heart? There was no easy way, no matter how many times I tried to work it out in my mind. Finally, I gave up worrying about it and enjoyed her company as much as I possibly could. She was an addictio
n I didn’t want to go without.
I finally got the courage to ask her to meet me one Sunday afternoon at the library. I had something special I wanted to give her.
Of course, she willingly agreed to meet me, and even dressed up for the occasion. She wore a really pretty dress that she’d gotten from the shop where she worked, and I could hardly keep my gaze off her. Erica’s beauty was just so natural, and it was hard to believe she’d even looked my way at the beginning of the semester.
I slipped an envelope out of my pants pocket and passed it to her after she’d taken a seat on the couch. She looked at it curiously and ran her hands around the outside of it, unsure if she should open it or not.
Damn, she was killing me. I wanted her to see what was inside.
When she realized there were photos in the envelope, she carefully slid them out. Her face froze with a look of shock.
“Oh, Jaime. This is…they’re gorgeous,” she cried out as she stared at the photo on top and slowly trailed her fingers over my image.
I wasn’t sure how to respond. I mean, I’d wanted her to have them, but I hadn’t expected her reaction to be that!
She handled each one carefully and made comments about my expressions, features, and appearance. I could tell she truly enjoyed them, and I was glad I’d decided to share them with her. It was the right thing to do, after all.
Her favorite one was of me sitting on the side of a water fountain, shirtless. She was able to see what I looked like without a shirt on for once, since she’d only seen me wearing the jumpsuit or the gray t-shirt the entire time we’d been talking. Yeah, I’d say she liked it pretty well.
She reached over to hug me, thanking me for such a great gift. I’d admit, I didn’t want to let her go from my arms. I wanted to hold on to her forever, to feel the warmth from her body as it enveloped me. She even surprised me by offering to mail out several of the photos to my mother after I’d told her I had a set for Momma too. It touched my heart that she did it without me having to ask. So yeah, she probably would have offered for anyone else too since she was a generous person, but at that moment, such a small thing as that was very meaningful to me.
The entire afternoon felt as if we’d never had any previous setbacks, and for that, I was thankful. She sat close to me as we talked, her leg often brushing against mine. I felt her desire to be with me, just seeing her gaze lock with mine. When I suggested we visit someplace more secluded, she readily agreed.
I helped her pick up her things and got her to follow me to a room one of the guys back at the camp had told me about. It was used mostly for storage and was fairly safe to use, especially on the weekend. That wasn’t what I’d intended to use it for, though. I just wanted a little bit of privacy with her, some time for her to relax and not worry about being seen with me.
Once we were inside, I positioned the blinds so we had a tiny bit of light. I helped her remove the sweater she wore over her dress, and I ran my hands down the length of her arms.
Ahh, I wanted to feel her in my arms, against my body. I wanted to touch her. I wanted her to touch me. I wanted to go where I vowed I wouldn’t go with her. Not there. No. We couldn’t. Damn it, I couldn’t stop from touching her. Feeling her.
I slowly lifted her dress to her waist, gauging her reaction before taking things a step further. She deserved more than that, so much more, but I couldn’t resist her, and she couldn’t resist me. It was more than either of us could stand.
Nope, not here. Not some storage room at a library.
I caressed the skin just above her sweet spot, and her stomach twitched. She wore a light-colored thong, and I battled the urge to reach down and rip it off her. Her legs were long and graceful, and they drove me mad. When she didn’t push my hand away, I took it to mean she wanted me to do more. I tugged her panties until they fell down at her feet. She stepped out of them, and I dropped to my knees in front of her.
“You’re not in any hurry, are you?” I whispered, knowing that was what I wanted to consume for the next hour. I wanted to make sure she planned to stick around.
“Not at all. I only want to be here with you.”
Her words melted my soul.
I leaned closer and glided my tongue over her smooth mound. She reached down to run her fingers through my hair, and I suddenly wished I still had it long. It’d grown out some, but I’d made up my mind to let it grow back out again. It’d been long when I’d first met her, and that was the way I wanted it to be again.
I teased her clit and the area surrounding it with my fingers. She sucked in a deep breath as I inserted one finger at first, then two. Her moisture allowed me to slide them in and out with ease. Her hips lifted toward me, wanting me to go deeper. Neither of us said anything for the longest time. The only sound was the deep inhaling of our breaths, and the only movement was that of my hands and her body.
“Are you okay?” she asked me when I hadn’t said anything for a while.
If she only knew I never wanted this to end.
“Ohh, baby, I’m doing just fine,” I managed to say as I watched my fingers go in and out.
Something about her changed, and her hands applied pressure to my head. She was close.
I worked my fingers faster and my tongue briskly; in and out, up and down, knowing she was moments away from exploding. She rose up on her tiptoes, and I knew the moment had arrived. She climaxed.
What she did next completely blew me away. Leaning back against the table, through the dim light, she closed her eyes and flicked her fingers over her swollenness. It was incredibly hot watching her spread her own juices around, keeping her pussy moist. I stroked my dick through my pants and wished to God I could expose myself to her. I wanted to release my own pent-up cravings. I watched her while the intensity within me was almost more than I could stand.
Suddenly, she moaned, and I knew she had an orgasm again. Wow! It was unbelievable. I watched as she satisfied her needs with her fingers, working them faster and faster, in and all around her pussy. I’d never been in a situation like that before. Once she was finished, I wanted to look away, not sure if I wanted her to catch me staring at her. Or maybe she wanted me to watch her and it’d been her plan the entire time.
“Come here,” she whispered.
I could read the intensity and lust in her eyes. I knew what she wanted to initiate. She wanted more.
“No, baby. Not here.” And I wouldn’t. No matter how hard she tried. Not then, not there. She was worthy of more. So much more.
My response took her by complete surprise, and a look of hurt and disappointment immediately showed on her face. She reached down to cover herself with her hands. I needed her to understand that, yes, I wanted her too. I desperately wanted her, but that wasn’t the time or place for it to happen.
I tried talking to her, making her see the whole picture. She knew I was right, but she was thinking with her emotions. I could have so easily acted on my own as well, but I remained the stronger person, for both our sakes. I’d bruised her ego, but she’d thank me later.
Could it happen later?
She readjusted her clothes, and I pulled her into a reassuring embrace. Our time that afternoon needed to come to a close. Both of us needed to regroup and gain focus. Before I let her leave, I picked up her panties from the floor and tucked them into my pocket. They would surely be a reminder of her years later should we never see each other again.
Chapter Fifteen
TIME WAS QUICKLY PASSING. Surprisingly, I wished it would slow down. I was scared to death of what the future held for us. I wanted to appear strong and confident when I was in class sitting beside her, but away from her, I was weak, unsure about everything. Inside, it was killing me. That girl had really gotten to my heart and soul.
Realistically thinking, what we were doing wasn’t right. I should have ended things with her a long time ago, keeping our relationship strictly to school and school only.
She’d been so irresistible, though. Hell, I didn�
��t even care that she was younger. We got along great. Almost too great, given my situation. She was…she was…perfect.
I surprised her by inviting her to attend my graduation ceremony, even though I had a feeling she planned to attend anyway. She’d told me on more than one occasion that she wouldn’t miss it for anything in the world, and I knew she truly meant it. God, she was like a drug. I needed more of her.
It wasn’t what I really wanted to do, but I finally got to thinking about the future and what was ahead for me. I was weeks away from walking out of that place and never looking back. Not to mention, I’d also be an educated man with a degree under my belt. So why wasn’t I feeling the excitement that should be overflowing from me? My mind was consumed with nothing but her, that’s why.
Her.
Would I still keep in touch with her?
Would I block her out of my life, knowing this was about to break both our hearts?
Damn it! Just what exactly were we?
Questions. God, there were so many unanswered questions. As far as my life went, I knew what I wanted her to be. But, knowing this next step in my life would be huge, I needed to come to terms with my own demons first. It was going to be challenging. There was no way I could expect her to give up her dreams to be with me in a world she was naïve to, that she knew nothing about. We were two different people who had fallen for each other. Sadly, it was a love that was doomed from the very beginning, and there was nothing I’d be able to do to stop it.
When Monday night finally arrived, I wasn’t as prepared as I thought I was for what was about to happen. It was the last night of class.
Once I was finished and I’d turned in my final exam, I was free to leave the classroom. I knew the material and quickly answered all of the questions along with the mini essay at the end. I could sense her uneasiness as I stood from my chair. I was done with the test and needed to get the hell out of there. I wasn’t ready to face the end. Like a coward, I darted from the room, but not before glancing back her way. A look of fear covered her face, and I hated doing that to her. She needed to focus on her exam instead of worrying about me.