Falling for Him

by Amy Stephens

  “Jaime, we can’t …..”

  “Shhh, yes, we can.” He mumbled, barely above a whisper. “We’re not hurting anything.”

  I thought back to the conversation Monica and I had had about Jaime and though she warned me to have fun and not put my feelings into it, how could I not? Jaime was driving me to feel things I wasn’t supposed to feel. And all because of a kiss. To hear him say he had missed me only added more confusion to my already mixed up emotions.

  Without any force, Jaime guided me backwards until I was leaned up against one of the bookshelves. I lifted both arms, wanting to reach for his face and pull him towards me again but instead, I rested the back of my hands against the shelves just over my head fighting the temptation. I gripped the underside of the top shelf and felt the pressure against my fingernails. It was no use. No matter how hard I tried to stop myself, I couldn’t. I lifted my leg up and wrapped it behind his leg, drawing him closer.

  Our kiss was passionate, breath taking. For someone who’d been locked away for years, he knew just the right way to tease my lips, leaving them to need more.

  I loved the way he caressed my cheeks with his hands while kissing me. It made me feel needed, desirable. Jaime dropped his hands down from my face and placed them on my shoulders. He gently gripped them and I wished I’d worn something other than my long-sleeve t-shirt. I needed desperately to feel his fingertips on my skin but it wasn’t going to happen tonight with this much clothing on. His touch would surely quench the burning desire that was filtering through my skin.

  No, this needed to stop. It needed to stop right now, but I couldn’t resist bringing my body up closer to his. This damn jumpsuit he wore was preventing me from touching him the way I wanted.

  Slowly, his hands began to work their way down, stopping just above my elbows. I felt my nipples harden just from the closeness of his hands near my breasts. I silently prayed he would touch them. I wanted to feel him graze his fingers over my breasts, to feel my nipples through my unlined bra, to feel how erect he had made them.

  We pulled apart for air and I knew at that moment what it meant to desire someone. I’d had make-out sessions with guys before, and I’d even lost my virginity to Tony Cooper just to “get it over with” because everyone else had done it, but I’d never experienced what it felt like to actually desire someone. When your body reacted to them in such a way that you couldn’t control it. I knew that neither of us could take this much further than kissing or groping, considering Jaime’s situation, but if this was what an older man could do to me, then I’d take him over a younger guy any day. Yes, I’d be up for the challenge.

  I looked down at my watch and wished there was some way to add more time on to this evening. With fifteen minutes left to spare before the library started closing up for the night, it didn’t leave much time for anything else to happen, which was probably a good thing.

  “We need to be going.” I whispered.

  “Will you promise to meet me here again?” Jaime’s words were powerful and full of lust.

  I nodded my head knowing I also wanted this moment to pick up where we had left off. Who cared about doing schoolwork when this was so much better?

  “I promise.”

  “Next time, wear something sexy for me. I want to be able to see more of this gorgeous body of yours.” He leaned back and examined my body closely letting his fingers drift down my arm. “Your legs are sexy as hell, baby.”

  I felt my face redden since no one had ever really told me my body was attractive. I knew I had a decent figure, but to actually hear someone compliment me did wonders for my ego.

  The lights began to flicker on and off several times indicating there was five minutes left before closing time. I leaned over to pick up my notebook and loose papers that we’d just dropped down. Jaime stood behind me and I could feel his hardness press up against me as he, too leaned around me to gather his things as well. I knew tonight I’d have trouble sleeping. I would replay every moment over and over in my mind and imagine what it would be like to take this even further. It wouldn’t hurt to dream about it since nothing else could ever really happen. I could have fun in my dreams. Just dreams and nothing more.

  We made our way to the elevators and Jaime allowed me to go ahead of him. He didn’t want us to walk out side by side and give anyone the impression we’d been together, school work or not. We didn’t need to draw unnecessary attention to ourselves.

  My car was the only one left in the front lot and when I got in behind the wheel, I watched as Jaime stood next to the pole waiting for the bus to arrive to take him back to the prison. He looked like any other man standing there. I noticed his jumpsuit again, something I’d gotten used to seeing him in now and I hated he had to wear it. It was almost like being marked for something you were being punished for.

  For a moment, I felt saddened. For ten years this man has missed out on so much of his life. Yes, he should have to pay a price for the crime he committed, but knowing he’s not seen his mother, his brothers and sisters, or a girlfriend or wife that he could have left behind. It was more than I could fathom. In just a couple of months he’d be facing the world with a completely new vision. He’d be a free, educated man and I wondered if there would be any place for me in his life once that time came. I couldn’t help but wonder if I was just something to help pass the time for him or if I was truly something that turned him on.

  Chapter Ten

  The next afternoon, before leaving work, I changed into something a little more revealing. The idea that Jaime had wanted me to wear something sexy tonight had given me so much more to think about. Maybe this could turn into something fun. I’d carefully examined a few things in my closet that morning and realized there wasn’t much to pick from. If I was seriously going to start wearing something to catch Jaime’s eye, I needed to do some shopping.

  I managed to sneak out of the bathroom without being seen by my boss. Joann would have drilled me with questions if she’d seen the way I was dressed. I wasn’t going out with my friends for a “night on the town,” I was headed to class. And, mind you, dressed like I was looking for something.

  I’d picked out a knee-length, tight black skirt and paired it with a fitted white button-up blouse. Underneath, I wore a lacy, black shelf bra that gave my breasts that little bit of extra lift. I was a “C” cup but what man didn’t enjoy seeing, or in my case, feeling that added perkiness. I might could be convinced to let him feel a little something, but there was no way my shirt was coming off. He could use his imagination for anything else and apparently, he’d already been doing that.

  I despised women who wore colored bras underneath white garments but this time I didn’t care. I was going to have fun tonight and who knows, I might enjoy it.

  My red heels clicked against the tile floor, and before I had even made it out to my car, I was already regretting wearing them. They were seriously killing my feet. Hopefully no one would notice if I slipped them off while I was sitting at the table during class.

  I think the security guy did a double take when I drove through the base entrance and it gave me the bit of encouragement I needed to walk into the classroom. I can’t tell you how many times on the way here that I thought about changing back into my comfortable work clothes, clothes that were more me and not the image I was trying to give off.

  Jaime was already seated and I thought his jaw was going to hang open permanently as I stepped in behind him and took my seat. I may have even brushed my breasts up against him just to tease him.

  “Is this what you had in mind?” I leaned towards him to pull my book from my bag giving him a glimpse of my added cleavage. I had thought about unbuttoning the second button but had held off. I knew Jaime wouldn’t mind the view but I wasn’t sure how the other classmates would take to my choice of attire. I didn’t want to give off the image of being a slut, but it felt good to tease Jaime.

  Once class started, I realized Ray wasn’t in his seat yet. Don’t get me wron
g, I didn’t mind but it was unlike him to miss. If he wasn’t in control, he didn’t like it one bit and didn’t mind pointing out anyone else’s weaknesses.

  To say I was surprised when Professor Jordon announced that class was going to be dismissed early tonight would be an understatement. He’d had a family emergency he needed to tend to so we were free to work on the project or to leave for the second hour of class.

  Knowing the bus schedule, Jaime quickly informed me to go on to the library and he’d meet me there soon. He had about ten minutes to wait for the bus to come back through again with the next group of inmates, then he’d be on his way over. It would give me just enough time to freshen up in the restroom before he arrived.

  Tonight was almost too good to be true. I hadn’t anticipated going to the library tonight and was starting to have second thoughts again about what I had chosen to wear. Did I really know what I was getting myself into? I kept telling myself, to stay confident. It was, after all, just for fun.

  Fun for me or fun for him?

  Tell that one to my head and my heart. At this point I wasn’t sure I could keep my heart from getting involved. In fact, I think it already was and it was just too easy to pretend it wasn’t. The tears I had shed while visiting with Monica over the weekend was the sign I needed to know it was more than just my head involved in this little game of ours. It was fun but dangerous too.

  I walked back to the back corner on the second floor and waited for Jaime to arrive. I was thankful there was hardly anyone here tonight which was typical for being this late in the evening. I found it hard to focus on anything while I waited. I was nervous but excited all at the same time.

  Fifteen minutes passed and I finally heard the sound of heavy shoes walking on the floor. I knew it was him even before he joined me.

  He leaned down and kissed the side of my neck. “Hello, beautiful.” Chills ran through my body.

  He sat down across from me at the table and I wondered what that was all about. We spent the first couple of minutes talking about my day and it helped me to relax knowing he would inquire about more than just what was on both of our minds at the moment.

  “Do you know what this is doing to me tonight?” He teased as his eyes dropped down to my breasts.

  “It’s what you wanted, right?” I asked as I tried to portray that innocent, schoolgirl look on my face.

  “Damn, woman. I wasn’t expecting all of this.”

  When I had visited the restroom earlier, I went ahead and unbuttoned the next button on my blouse so he’d have no reason not to see further down.

  “You like what you see so far?” I asked in my best sultry voice.

  “I’ll have good dreams tonight, for sure.” He grinned. “You should dress like this all of the time. It makes you look older.”

  “Older, huh? And I thought you liked the younger look.”

  “Oh, I do but this is so much more than I ever thought you’d do.” He slid his leg closer so that his was resting against mine. My toes were so sore from the shoes and I wondered if he would care if I took them off.

  “I can’t promise I’ll wear these shoes again though.” I managed to bring up. “They’re killing my feet.”

  “Let me see them.” He instructed and I slipped one of the three-inch heels off and placed my foot against his chair between his legs. I wonder if this is what he’d been planning the whole time since he’d taken the seat across from me instead of beside me. I admit I was curious as to what was running through his mind right now.

  I relaxed back in my chair as his fingers began to massage my foot. He started with my heel then worked his way up to my arch and then to my toes. I was thankful for the pedicure I’d gotten on Sunday while I’d been visiting with Monica. I had a thing for feet and always tried to keep mine in the best condition.

  He applied just the right amount of pressure to ease the soreness that the shoes had caused. As his fingers glided over my toes, I felt my panties dampen. Was it possible to get turned on by a foot massage? I’d read stories before but never knew there was truth to it. I closed my eyes and imagined him doing more.

  He slowly placed my foot down on the floor and tapped his chair for me to put the other one in its place. He treated this one just as sensually as he’d done the other one. I was so turned on from his touch that I needed more. I never knew how erotic it was to have your feet massaged in all the right places. Now, I had the desire to feel his hands on other places of my body too.

  Before he was finished, he slid his body up to the edge of the chair and allowed my foot to rest against the hardness that had formed between his legs. I wasn’t into kinky but for him I might make an exception. It had been a good thing when he’d taken the seat across from me after all but now, I needed him to come closer. I needed him next to me.

  Rather than wait for him to make the next move, I stood up from my chair, slipped my shoes back on, and made my way around the table. Before I could pull out the chair beside him, he stood and reached for my hand.

  “Where are we going?” I asked as he pulled me along. I trusted that Jaime knew all of the “safe areas” so we wouldn’t be seen.

  I tiptoed carefully so I wouldn’t make any noise on that part of the floor that wasn’t carpeted. We stopped at an alcove area where the windows were floor length and he pushed me up against the glass.

  “We can’t be here.” I told him. “Someone outside might see us.”

  He placed his fingers over my lips to quieten me before covering them with his own. In between his needful kisses, he mumbled. “Don’t worry.” More kissing. “The windows are tinted.”

  Now, deeper kissing.

  Intense kissing.

  I liked this and didn’t want him to stop.

  He brought his lips down to the open area of my blouse. I could feel the heat coming from my skin, needing him to cool me off. He sucked and nipped the skin just above my breasts and I thought they were going to pop free from my bra. I wanted to feel his lips on my breasts. I wanted him to suck more, to bite my nipples in between his teeth. I arched my back and pushed my chest out more for him.

  He knew he was torturing me and he finally brought his hand up to unbutton the next button.

  “Ahh. Lace. I love lots of lace.” He spoke softly as he maneuvered my bra so that both of my breasts sprang forward. “Erica, these are so beautiful.” He groped and massaged them both while I yearned for him to place one of them inside his mouth.

  I sucked in a deep breath as he clamped down on one nipple, holding it firmly in place with his teeth while he used his tongue to make circles on the nipple itself. I could feel myself rising up on my tiptoes. The feeling was incredible and unlike any other sensation I’d ever experienced before.

  He moved his mouth over to share the same attention with my other breast and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I whimpered out loud. I could barely contain myself.

  Lifting my skirt up, I placed my leg up close to his hip so I could wrap it around his waist. I needed to feel more of him against me. He placed his hand underneath my leg and I was able to feel the tightness in his groin area. It was swelled and so large I didn’t know what to do next having it pressed up close against me.

  Struggling to keep my balance, my leg slipped causing my shoe to fall off and hit the floor with a loud thud. We quickly separated afraid someone may have heard the noise and would be on their way to investigate. I adjusted my clothes and, with trembling hands, managed to button my blouse. Jaime went one way while I went the other. We met back up at our table about the same time and also just as a library assistant was passing by.

  I continued walking towards the restroom just so I could check on my appearance. Jaime had done a number on me tonight, one that I wouldn’t forget.

  Glancing in the mirror, I noticed red splotches all on my neck and chest. My lipstick was smeared to the point it barely looked like I was wearing any. I wish I had grabbed my purse along the way just so I could reapply it and add some color b
ack to my face. I ran my hands underneath the cool water from the sink and dried them off. I placed them over my cheeks needing to feel the coolness.

  I walked inside one of the stalls and sat down on the toilet. I looked down at my panties and they were drenched. I had no idea my body could produce so many juices. Once I pulled them back up I noticed how uncomfortable they felt. I tried to walk normal on my way back out to see him again and I hoped Jaime didn’t notice.

  I also hoped the librarian assistant was gone.

  When I sat back down, Jaime had all of his notes spread across the table. I got it completely. He was pretending to be the good student.

  “Did she say anything to you?” I asked almost afraid to hear his answer.

  “No. She walked around but didn’t stay long. Stop being so paranoid.”

  “That’s easy for you to say. What happens if I get caught? Or you?”

  “We’re not, okay? Just relax.”

  I trusted him that he wouldn’t do anything to put me in harm’s way. Then, it got me to thinking about how many women had Jaime been involved with since being here. He did seem to know the right places to go to so we wouldn’t be seen.

  “Jaime?”

  “Uh huh?”

  “How many women have met you here before?”

  He went silent not expecting me to ask such a question.

  “Why do you ask?”

  “I…I’m just curious.” I stopped. “Look, it’s none of my business. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” I’m not sure why I suddenly had changed my mind. Was I scared to learn that I might not be the only one he’d shown interest in?

  I stood and gathered my things. I really couldn’t stand to hear his answer, afraid it might not be what I wanted to hear. Something just didn’t feel right anymore. Maybe I was just overly tired tonight.

  It wasn’t really my place to judge him or ask him about things that happened before me. It shouldn’t have any impact on me whatsoever.