“Nobody comes back this far.” She looks at my white briefs, her eyes firmly on the package that is begging to be let out. Her fingers grab hold of the thin fabric at my tip, feeling the wetness. She rubs her fingers together, brings them to her mouth, and licks them. Her body shudders at the taste of my precum, but also lights something inside of her. When she looks up at me, she’s smiling and her body is shaking. “You have no idea how much I want this.”
“But what about that night on the couch?” The second the words leave my mouth, I already hate myself. Leave it to me to completely kill the mood. Her fingers leave the elastic of my briefs and I know it’s over. I’m going to be beating myself all up and down campus for even opening my mouth after this.
“I was scared.” She bites down on the bottom of her lip and lifts my shirt a little to take a peek. “I’m not anymore.” She holds the shirt up and licks down the middle of my abs, making my cock shudder with excitement. A finger of hers clings onto my briefs and slowly peels them off. She kisses each inch of exposed skin, trying her best to avoid my shaft, that’s yearning for her taste.
Casey pulls down my shorts and my cock springs in front of her, a bead of precum on my tip. “So the rumors were true.” She grips the end of the shaft and holds me still. Her mouth opens and that soft tongue of hers comes out, swiping at the drop of precum. She shudders at the taste and a devilish smirk pries her lips apart. “And you taste better than I could have daydreamed.”
“So you’ve been daydreaming about me?” I say through gritted teeth. It’s all I can do to not force that pretty little mouth of hers onto my cock. I need to be patient with her. I can’t make a move. Last time I did that, it didn’t end well for me and I almost lost her. There’s no way I’ll be making that mistake twice. I might not be the smartest person but I do learn from my mistakes.
Casey blushes and looks away. Embarrassed by the fact that I caught her, despite her hand stroking me softly. Each stroke drives me crazy and she knows it. She watches me from afar at first, running her other hand up and down my stomach. Enjoying the fact that she’s the one that’s making me go this crazy.
Fuck this! I can’t take it anymore. I reach out and run my hands through her hair, clasping the back of her head. She doesn’t fight me. Instead she opens wide as I pull her head toward me. My cock slides right into that perfect mouth of hers. Warmth surrounds half of my cock as I hit the back of her throat. Her reflexes kick in and she tries to pull away, but I hold her in place. I let both of us get familiar with each other, that is, until I feel her tongue swiping underneath my length.
She wants more. I lock eyes with her. I want to stare at her as my cock slides down her throat, choking her.
I pull her toward me and her hands press down on my thighs. Each second that passes, another bit of my cock disappears down her throat. My body starts to shake as she takes me whole, and a couple books fall off the shelf. Casey reaches around and grabs hold of my cheeks, taking the rest of me by herself. She holds me there for what seems like an eternity, her tongue moving under my shaft. Even when there are tears in her eyes, she holds there.
“Casey, I can’t…” I stutter. My body tightens and flexes, my vision getting fuzzier with each passing second. I expect her to let go but she doesn’t. She holds me there in her tight little grip as my balls start to ache and I can feel the sweet release on my tip. My cock starts to burn with fire and that’s when I let go. My fingers tighten around her head and I stroke into her mouth. Her mouth drains every little bit of me and she swallows me whole, bouncing up to her feet and wiping her mouth when I’m done.
I grab hold of the bookshelf behind me and stop my knees from clacking together. This is a first. I open my mouth, but I’m at a loss for words. I don’t know what to say to her.
“I bet you weren’t expecting that.” She laughs and gives me a kiss on the side of the cheek. She turns on the tip of her heel, takes another look at my cock, smiles to herself, and walks away.
I pull up my jeans and rush after her, slapping her ass as I run past her. She giggles and grabs my arm, holding tight as we run back to our room. And just like that, the tension between us is broken.
Her eyes are freely moving up and down my body, no longer scared of me catching her. I throw my hand around her shoulder and bring her in for a tight little hug. Her loud giggling turns a couple studying heads and several curious eyebrows. Inside our room, we gather our things and try our best to hide our smiles.
“So same time tomorrow?” Casey says. She holds a textbook close to her chest and swings side to side. Her hair sways gently.
“That depends. Are we meeting here or at the back of the library?”
Her cheeks instantly redden and she bites the side of her lip. “That depends on how our study session goes.” I hold the door open for her like a proper gentleman, but I just want to watch her walk away from me.
“Finally. I’ve been trying to reach you for ages.” And just like that, the moment is ruined. Hannah pokes her head into the little room before Casey gets out. She throws a smile in her direction before she locks onto Casey. Her eyes scan over Casey and her lips pucker up before she decides that its not worth her time. “Where have you been?” Hannah sticks her hip out to the side as she stares me down.
I ignore her. I’ve gotten good at doing that over the year. Instead, I turn all of my attention to Casey, whose head is swiveling between Hannah and me. Casey hugs her textbook tight, puts her head down to the ground, and walks around Hannah.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, David.” Her words are quick and full of confusion. I want to reach out to stop her. To explain myself, but Hannah blocks my way and gives me the dirtiest look that she can muster.
“And where do you think you’re going, David?” Hannah eyes me.
I watch Casey rush down the stairs, hoping that she looks my way before she goes down them. I hold my breath while Hannah bombards me with a bunch of questions. They all go in one ear and out the other. None of her words matter to me.
The only person that matters to me is rushing out of the library.
9
Casey
I pull the door to the library and make my way to the back to our usual study room. I tug on the backpack straps, trying my best to contain my excitement. Its been a couple weeks since I started tutoring David again. I get to our study room and turn my head to the left, looking down the row of bookshelves. My cheeks turn rosy red as I remember how I took David to the back of the library, to the spot where we wouldn’t be bothered.
I turn the handle and rush inside before anyone sees my burning red face. I drop my backpack on the ground and rest my head on my forearms. It will be a couple minutes before David gets here. Enough time for me to cast away every dirty thought.
I encircle my head and let the darkness overtake me, closing my eyes. David’s cock pops into my head and I’m instantly wet. I’ve replayed that afternoon in my head dozens and dozens of times. Sometimes, I don’t know if I’m adding details to it or if my mind just remembers new ones.
The way David’s green eyes look at me as he holds me against his length. The shake of his cock as his body shivers and he unleashes his cum into the back of my throat. The feel of his abs as I run my hands up and down his chest.
I rub my legs together. I’m completely soaked through my panties. I clear my throat and bring my head up only to see David at the door. He gives me a smile as he looks at my flushed face.
The door swings open and he comes strutting in. “I didn’t want to disturb you. You looked like you needed some time alone.” I try my hardest not to stare at him. He’s wearing a tight workout shirt that molds to his chest and arms. A pair of gray joggers hug his body, giving me a subtle glimpse of his dick. He’s got his backpack hung over his shoulder, his fingers digging into the strap. Just like how they were holding onto me that afternoon. Holding me in place and pulling me to take him whole. A shiver runs through me and I hope he doesn’t notice.
Neither
of us have talked about that day. After it happened and we made our way back to the study room, there was a giddiness in the air. No sexual tension like before. It was all gone. At least until we were about to leave.
The moment that I saw her. How she had her hands on him. Pulling on him for her attention. Throwing daggers my way. I’ve come to learn that Hannah was his on and off girlfriend. Head of the cheerleading squad. Daughter of a rich donor to the school. Blonde hair, big breasts, and spunky personality. The kind of girl that a star quarterback like David would go for.
It made it painfully obvious to me that I couldn’t compete with her. That what David and I had at the back of the library was a one off thing. A way for me to have a little fun before I concentrate on my studies.
I wish that it weren’t that way but it’s not up to me.
“Are you ok?” David waves a hand in front of my face and come out of my small trance.
“I’m fine,” I reply and unzip my backpack. I pull out his folder and the sheet at the top. “You have exams coming up in all your classes.” I point at each date on the piece of paper, but David doesn’t look at it. Instead, his eyes are on me, and I try my best to ignore him. “You shouldn’t have a problem passing all of them. You’ve been doing great in all our study sessions.” I push the sheet of paper across the table and he moves it to the side, not even looking at it. His hand shoots out and grabs mine before I get it back to the side of my table.
The shock of electricity is hard and sudden. I’m surprised that my hair isn’t shooting up into the air in every direction. His thumb caresses the top of my hand, digging into the tension.
“Casey, look at me.” His words are rugged and more serious than ever before. Slowly, I bring my eyes up until I’m face to face with him. “Is there something that you want to talk about?” His fingers tickle the inside of my palm and I smile.
“No,” I lie. “I’m just tired. It’s nothing.” I pull away from him and wave his concerns away. I open the textbook and turn to the practice problems at the back. David looks at me like he doesn’t believe me for one second, but he doesn’t push. He just opens his workbook and starts.
Time flies by when you’re trying hard not to stare at you’re crush when your only three feet away and separated by a flimsy small table. Before I know, it our study session ends and there’s a knock at the door. The door opens and Dwayne pops his head inside.
I turn away from him and stuff papers into my backpack. The urge to get out is rising inside of me. David is the first to get out of his seat.
“I need to check out some books for one of my classes.” David holds out a folded piece of paper between his fingers. He gives Dwayne a quick fist bump and turns to me. “We can talk about our next session when I get back.” I open my mouth to tell him that he can just text me the time, but he’s gone.
And I’m left alone with Dwayne. This couldn’t be any worse.
Dwayne steps into the room. Lucky for me, he leaves the door open just in case things get a little too tense and I need to make a quick escape. I pretend that I don’t notice him and get my things ready for what I hope is David’s prompt return.
Dwayne gets up close to me and I can feel his eyes taking me in. Out of the corner of my eyes, he runs his tongue along his lips like I’m a piece of meat. The urge to gag is strong but I fight it off, not wanting to start anything.
That is, until I feel his hand running through my hair. He moves it slowly through my curls and rests it on my shoulder, pinching at my shirt. He gets a little closer and whispers, “Do you miss me? I know that you miss me.” His white teeth sparkle near my face and I can’t help but shiver.
I slap his hand off my shoulder and make my way to the door. I grip the handle and stop, turning back to see a grin on his face. “You need to forget about me.”
Dwayne takes a step forward and shakes the hand that I hit like he just burned it on a hot fire. “You were always a firecracker, Casey. And how can I forget about you?” His eyes look me up and down, and my urge to throw up is strong.
I look outside the door and see David making his way toward us. He can’t know about my history with Dwayne. That was a long time ago and it didn’t mean anything. Clearly, it didn’t mean anything to Dwayne back then, either.
I turn my attention back to Dwayne and hiss at him through clenched teeth. “You can’t tell David. I need this to stay between us.” Dwayne folds his hands together and looks at the ceiling as if he’s trying to think it over. “Dwayne!”
“Ok. Ok. Relax. I was only teasing you. I’m not that dumb.” He makes his way toward the door and I make sure to distance myself from him. The last thing I need is for him to feel me up in front of David. As of right now, I don’t know how much I can trust Dwayne. “I’m not going to mess up things with David. He and I are tight.”
David walks into the room and holds out the stack of borrowed books. “I was lucky. These were the last ones.” He looks up at me, and stops in his tracks, and the smile drops from his face. “What’s going on?” He looks at me for answers and when I look at the ground, Dwayne comes to save the day.
“Just talking, that’s all. Isn’t that right, Casey?”
“That’s right,” I say and put on my best smile. David looks at both of us and that perfect smile of his comes back.
“Good.” He looks at me for a moment longer before the clock behind me catches his attention. “Shit! We’re going to be late for practice.” He pushes Dwayne out of the room and grabs the handle, but not before poking his head back inside. “Text me.” He winks at me and they fly out of the library.
I sit down and let my heart calm down. That was closer than I would have liked. I’m going to have to tell David about Dwayne at some point. Just not right now. I don’t even know where David and I stand.
“Are you ok with that, Casey?” A hand waves in front of me and I’m brought back. “Is something wrong?” Melissa asks.
I shake my head. “Just a lot on my mind.” It’s a half-truth. Since I’ve started tutoring David I’ve been tuning out more and more. It seems like every free second is preoccupied thinking about him. Trying to figure out where he and I stand. Thinking about that one afternoon.
“Well then, you might hate me.” Melissa drops a folder on my table. Last time she did that, I got David to tutor. There’s a bad feeling in my stomach as I reach for the folder.
The folder is thick, but nowhere near like David’s. “It’s not a problem. I can handle it.” I open the folder and strum through the progress reports. And this person’s grades aren’t as bad either. Nothing that I can’t manage. “So, who am I tutoring?” Melissa has conveniently held the sheet that gives me the student’s information and schedule.
“Hannah Thomas.” She slides the information sheet across the table.
Shit! It can’t be. Please, don’t be the same Hannah. Please let it be a stupid coincidence.
I turn the info sheet over and almost curse out loud. It’s her. I bite the inside of my cheek. This just isn’t my day.
“She personally requested you.” I’m sure that she did. Melissa drops down in her chair and starts tapping away on her keyboard. Melissa looks up from her work, clearly surprised that I’m still here. “Can you fit her in?”
I don’t have much choice in the matter. It would be rude to turn her down. I’ve never turned down anyone before. And unless I give Melissa a better reason than she’s David’s on and off girlfriend, I don’t think she’ll care much.
“Definitely.” I push the folder against my chest and walk outside the office. I close the door behind me and smack the top of the folder against my forehead. This day couldn’t get any worse.
Earlier, I had to deal with Dwayne keeping his mouth shut. Now, I have to spend one-on-one time with a girl who thinks I’m trying to steal her prized trophy.
I press the folder against my head and want to scream into it like it’s a pillow that will muffle my scream. But I don’t. When I peel the folder off my face, t
here’s red lipstick marks on it.
Great! Now I’m going to have to figure out how to get rid of that, or Hannah will think I was making out with it.
10
David
“Let’s run the play one more time.” Coach Vaughn claps his hands together and I walk with him to the sideline. He holds his clipboard out in front of him, mumbling to himself before blowing his whistle. Practice isn’t going as well as he hoped.
Craig, the backup quarterback, hikes the ball and runs back. His eyes look down field for the open receiver, and he’s about to launch the ball when he gets tackled to the ground. There’s an audible groan from everyone.
“For fuck’s sake,” Coach Vaughn yells and shakes his head. He drops the clipboard on the ground and runs out. I follow behind. Coach Vaughn grabs Craig by the shoulder pads and picks him off the ground. “You have to be aware of your surroundings all the time. Not only be looking down field.” Craig nods along with Coach’s words but I know none of it is sticking.
I’ve been out here with the team for the last two hours and they’ve been running the same play over and over with no improvement. The team’s chances of progressing to the finals without me as head quarterback are looking dim. They are struggling with the plays that we had down at the beginning of the season.
Coach Vaughn blows the whistle and everyone rushes to form a circle around him. “That’s it for today, guys. Go home and get some rest. We’ll pick it up tomorrow at the usual time.” He raises his hand into the air and everyone reaches out to it. “Team on three! One! Two! Three! Team!” Everyone yells and breaks the formation to run back to the locker room.
I help Coach pick up the cones on the sidelines, waiting for the perfect opportunity. I’ve been running this idea since the start of practice. I know it’s going to be a long shot but I’ve gotta try.
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