ChristopherI was a little embarrassed to admit I had to ask directions to the library. Twice. I wasn’t the library type. Never had been. Even when I was in school, I hadn’t used the library. It was so quiet. It creeped me out a little. I kind of liked chaos.I walked into the library, finding it nearly empty. I reminded myself that most students were at home enjoying their winter break. I scanned the many empty tables and wondered if there was somewhere specific I was supposed to be meeting Leila. I was a few minutes early, I reminded myself.“Christopher,” I heard my name and spun around.“Hi,” I whispered.She laughed softly. “I don’t think you have to whisper.”There was a whispered shushing noise. I turned to see a couple of what could only be called geeks, sitting at a table with a stack of thick books. I was going to make the assumption they were some kind of science majors.“Sorry,” I whispered, earning more scowls.“Over here,” Leila said gesturing with her head.I followed h
Christopher“I think it’s interesting that the Greeks were really the forward-thinkers in history. While the Greeks themselves didn’t necessarily openly practice homosexuality or polygamy, the gods and goddesses they worshipped certainly did.”“Why do you think people are so fascinated with Greek mythology?” I asked her. “I mean I know the obvious reasons, but I have been doing a lot of reading and many believe the myths tend to be very erotic, the stuff of sexual fantasies.”She nodded. “I think humans like the idea of being free to do anything their hearts desire. Imagine being beautiful and seeing someone you were attracted to. Imagine there being no rules about what you could or couldn’t do with that person. No one would dare stop you or lecture you for the way you liked sex or how often you liked it.”I felt an odd stirring. She spoke very openly about sex. Not just sex, but eroticism. “I suppose that would certainly remove some inhibitions.”“There are countless stories of sex l
LeilaI knew it was bad. I knew it was wrong. Kissing a student in the library was dangerous business. I didn’t care. I was desperate for his touch. His kisses were hungry and stirring up something deep inside my belly. I felt like a volcano beginning a slow eruption. Hot lava pumped through my veins, making me feel flushed and twitchy at the same time.It was too good to be bad.My mouth opened wider, sucking the man’s face as I pulled him closer to me. I got lost in the moment. I forgot all about where I was or who I was kissing. It was that good. His firm hand on the back of my neck, holding my face against his felt like a vice. I liked it. It felt good to be manhandled a little.I squeezed his thigh before leaning forward and wrapping my arm around his back. One of his arms wrapped around me and pulled me up.So much better. I moaned, rubbing myself against his body. I had to lean my head back and go up on my toes to meet his exuberant kisses. Both his strong arms wrapped around
Leila“Oh god,” I moaned, the sound more of a keening as my body wept over his fingers.He pulled his fingers out, pushed his underwear down, and spun me around. I leaned against the wall, my cheek pressed against the surface as I gasped for air. My body was still vibrating, shaking and trembling as the last vestiges of the orgasm slowly rained over me.His hand moved to my thigh, spreading my legs before grabbing my hip and jerking me backwards. The gentle man I had known had vanished. In his place was the hard and aggressive man behind me, spreading me wide and bending me over in the secret room of my school library.His cock brushed over my inner thighs as he rubbed himself over me. I turned to look over my shoulder, watching as he guided himself to my opening. He gently pushed the tip in. He was much larger than the two fingers that had been inside me.I wiggled my hips a little, adjusting myself to better accommodate him. He pushed in a little more. I felt my body stretching, ope
ChristopherI felt like I had just robbed a bank or done something equally illegal. I had stopped in the men’s room after leaving Leila in the attic area. We certainly couldn’t walk out together, and I was not quite that confident I didn’t have some kind of evidence on me. I felt guilty as hell.Guilty and oh so satisfied.After a quick check in the mirror, a little finger combing through my hair, I was confident I had removed any traces of the fact I had just gotten laid in the library. That sounded like the statement of a teen. I was still coming to terms with what I had done.I opened the library doors, stepping into the cool December air and making my way down the path towards the parking lot where my truck was waiting for me. I could smell her on me as I walked. I was sure it was probably in my head, but her scent lingered. I was half-tempted to lift my fingers to my nose and inhale.I didn’t. I resisted the urge. Partly because I didn’t want to get a woody while I was walking on
Christopher“Good thinking. You want to go out on a high note. I’ve seen too many guys lose everything by gambling away their fortunes. They always think they can make a little more and end up losing everything. It’s why I got out of the business. The stress and worry were making me a very difficult man to live with. I didn’t want to lose my family. Not a second time.”“I understand,” I said, knowing exactly what he was saying.“Where’s your place?” he asked, handing me a pump-action shotgun.“Lake Conroe,” I answered. I hated to flaunt my wealth, but judging by where we were standing, he wasn’t going to be too envious. He was doing just fine himself.“Oh, nice. One of those new builds?”I shrugged. “Not too new,” I answered, giving him a general idea of where my house was.“Oh, I’ve got a buddy that lives not too far from there. Nice places out there. I thought about building a house on the lake, but the wife wanted land. It’s hard to find much out there.”“Yeah, small lot, big house
LeilaI couldn’t bring myself to go home. I didn’t want to be alone with my guilty thoughts. I needed someone to talk me off the ledge. I was ready to fall on my sword and give up everything to the dean. I’d beg for forgiveness and hope for the best.I was terrible at keeping secrets. I didn’t have a good poker face. I said whatever was on my mind. If the dean came to me and asked me about my tryst with Christopher, I wouldn’t be able to deny it. It seemed smarter to make the first move, unveil the secret before it was unveiled for me.I knocked on Kami’s door, grateful she was home. She opened it, took one look at me, and moved out of the way. “Come in and tell me what happened.”“I screwed up,” I groaned walking past her and heading for her fridge. I yanked it open, grabbing a soda and flopping onto her sofa.“What did you do?”“I’m so screwed. I’m going to be in deep shit.”“Do we need to bury a body? Do you need an alibi? I’ve got your back.”I rolled my eyes. “No and no. It’s so
Leila“That isn’t fair! I didn’t mean to send out the signal for sex. It’s just, he’s intriguing. There is something about him I find very interesting. I like talking to him. I like being around him. He has a very soothing quality about him. He looks into my eyes when he talks and when I am talking. I always feel like I have his total attention. Do you know how rare that is these days?”She groaned. “Yes, unfortunately I do. These days they’re always staring at their phones or themselves.”“Exactly! But not him! He is an excellent conversationalist. He’s charming and dignified. It’s hard to describe all the great qualities he has. There are a lot.”“Uh-oh,” she said. “You’re heading down a dangerous road.”“I am not,” I scowled. “He’s an interesting man. I’m not falling for him.”“Okay.”I stared at her. “Don’t say it like that.”“What?” she said in a high voice.I waggled my finger at her. “No, no. I know that ‘okay.’ I know that voice. You don’t believe me. You’re saying okay to pla