Lucas and the Library Girl

When she backed off, she did it slowly, my dick feeling everything as her tongue and lips eased along. And then she was off me, breathing deeply, her hands creeping around toward my butt. Saliva seemed to be everywhere. "Tasty," she murmured, kissing my dickhead. Involuntarily it bounced high, brushing her nose and leaving a little gleam of spit there. Liz burst out laughing, and I couldn't help but join in.

"Oh, you're fun," she gushed, moving her jaw around. "Let's make this quick, though. Wouldn't want Meredith to come looking for you, and Carole will complain if I'm off the desk too long." She opened her mouth and moved forward, then paused and looked back up. "So don't hold back, tiger. You want to cum, go ahead and cum. I owe you one, anyway."

"I'll try to warn you," I told her. But she was already on me again, her mouth too packed with my dick to reply.

My brain was on fire. Three minutes ago I'd been browsing for books with my girlfriend. Now this incredibly sexy, incredibly frightening woman was giving me head in the bathroom. She was scrunched over on the toilet, so I instinctively stepped back a pace; she slid gratefully to her knees on the floor, where the height was more comfortable for her. I reached down to brush a stray wisp of green hair from her face, admiring her broad forehead, her staring eyes, the twinkle of the jewel in her nose as her thin lips molded themselves around my penis.

She wasn't deep-throating anymore, but I couldn't care less; her lips were applying a steady, maddening ring of pressure around the middle of my shaft while her tongue, busy inside, did its work on my head. Her left hand was still clamped on my ass, but the right had come back around to tickle my balls. I heard sounds from her, excited moans of the sort that let me know she was enjoying herself down there; I could relate. I was certainly enjoying myself above.

Shyly, I reached my hands down and placed them on the back of her head. I'd never done that before, but then I'd never gotten a blowjob from a horny vixen in a public restroom before either. She responded at once, giggling around my shaft as she started to thrash her head around rhythmically. I watched the two inches or so of my straining, pink dick where they disappeared into her mouth, mesmerized by the twiddling fingers on my sack. I felt her head, warm between my palms, and I buried my fingers in her hair.

Soon, too soon, I felt her fingers tense around my balls, reacting as I jumped a bit in my scrotum, and she and I both knew the end was coming. I shut my eyes, little flashes of light attacking the edges of my vision as Liz continued to work, and I could hear myself gasping harshly. Her hand on my ass was a vise. "I'm... I'm gonna..."

She hunched higher on her knees, stretching her neck to take me deep one more time. That final pulsing of her throat around my head is what finally pushed me over the edge, and I began to cum with a low, strangled cry. With excellent timing, she backed off at once to give herself some room as my semen pumped into her mouth; when I looked down now, she was focusing on my dick, concentrating on handling my volume. Now, when her throat pulsed, it was simply because she was swallowing my sperm.

"Whoah," I gasped, my legs trembling as my fingers loosened in her hair. Those light eyes flickered back up to my face, twinkling with joy; she was happy about what she'd done for me. My dick stayed in her mouth, still twitching, warm and sensitive. I felt her tongue probe curiously at the hole in my dick, sampling to see whether I was done; then, her lips smacking loudly, she finally opened wide and let me go, giving my scrotum one final tug.

As I watched, she rocked back on her heels and gave me an indulgent, lusty smirk. "Well!" she said , with a deep breath. "I'd say you've had a decent afternoon now, Lukey, wouldn't you?"

"My God." I was still taking her advice, in that Meredith wasn't even remotely in my mind. I could feel the foolish grin on my face. "You're something else."

"Thank you," she replied, running her finger along my sticky, deflating penis. "You're lucky I like semen, because that was quite a bit." She flicked my balls. "Feeling better now?"

"Feeling amazing." I reached down to give her a hand up; she graciously took it, popping to her feet with a bright smile. "You okay?"

"Oh yes." She was already adjusting her clothes, brushing at her knees. "I just went into sexual overdrive as soon as I saw you with her. But I didn't think you were the kind of guy who would parade a hotter girl around just to piss me off, Lukey," she said, her fingers drumming on my spent, slimy shaft. "It's one of the things I like about you. I get sensitive about my body sometimes, is all."

"You've got absolutely nothing to be sensitive about," I said automatically, and I meant it. "I enjoy... being with you."

"So coy." She grinned at me, then moved toward the sink. "Just say it like you mean it. You enjoy... licking my pussy. You enjoy... fucking my mouth. You enjoy..." She smiled mysteriously. "We should go out again. See what else you'll enjoy, hmm?" The water came on as she bent down to take a drink, her ass luscious in those jeans. Incredibly, my dick was twitching again.

"That's a nice penis you've got, Lukey," she said breezily, as though she was complimenting my shirt. "I've got other things in mind for it, but not now. I think Meredith will be expecting you?"

"No doubt." She saw in the mirror that I was staring at her ass, and she chuckled.

"You do like my butt. Relax, stud; we don't have time for more right now. You should pull your pants up." She was still grinning as she went for the paper towels, handing me one. "When do you want to come over and hang out again? Or," she winked, "should I send Meg in with another note?"

"No no, don't do that." I sighed with satisfaction as I wiped my dick off. I felt great. "Is tomorrow night too soon?"

"Friday, huh?" She pondered. "Usually I go out and get laid on Friday nights, but as long as you promise you'll fuck me, I can stay in." She raised her eyebrows. "Besides, my roommate comes home on Sunday. So sooner might be better, after all. Although," she said saucily, watching me zip up, "she'd probably be interested in meeting you, too..."

I grimaced. "This is turning into something a little scary now." She laughed again, quietly.

"I'm teasing you. She's a hottie, but she's not into threesomes. Don't worry, Lukey; you're mine." She came up on tiptoe and gave me a dainty kiss, the saltiness on her lips reminding me of her blowjob. "I'll see myself out." She leaned out and looked both ways before she pulled the door all the way open, giving me a sly wave as she headed out.

* * *

I was impatient until Friday. I'm sure Meredith picked up on it, but I had quickly adopted the special language of the experienced adulterer. "Things are getting rough at work, with the state testing this month," I pointed out. "The girls want to go out again." I'd lied smoothly about the bathroom trip at the library, too; Meredith didn't even raise an eyebrow when I told her I needed to change underwear when we got home.

"But Friday is our movie night!" she wailed, putting down her magazine. "Why not just go out on Saturday?"

I shrugged helplessly. "You know how they are. I'm totally outnumbered. Besides," I ventured, "I don't have tenure. So I don't want to piss anybody off." I held her, planting a kiss on her forehead. I couldn't help but compare her solid, curvy body to Liz' willowy one. And I'd been so happy with Meredith last week... "We can do a double feature on Saturday?"

"I just wish you'd talked to me first." Not unreasonable, really; I felt bad for her, but not bad enough to cancel with Liz.

"Sorry, babe," I soothed. "It just sort of happened. I should do better at standing up to them, but things are stressful at school right now, and it's not like I ever go out most of the time..." And then, my trump card. "If you want, you can come along."

"Oh, no," she said quickly; Meredith was deathly afraid of my stories about Shannon and Gina. "No. If you want to go, fine." She sighed. "But I get to pick the movies on Saturday."

Sweet. "You picked last week!" Usually, we alternated.

"You're breaking the date, shithead. So you lose a turn." Fair was fair. I laughed and kissed her again, thinking unworthily of Liz.

* * *

I was sure Meg Sheely was starting to suspect that something was up. Or, hell, maybe Liz had just come out and told her about us; she wasn't exactly discreet. In any case, she was becoming much more talkative around me, almost frustratingly so. "Catch you next week, Mr Sanders!" she smiled as she went out the door. I smiled vaguely, then followed her to make sure she wasn't meeting up with anyone.

Like, say, Gretchen Barry.

She'd been annoying me lately, too, and for even less reason: she wasn't even in my class. I'd had her last year. Just before snack that Friday, she'd made a special trip up to my room, "just to say hi." I'd been mortified. And worse, Gina had noticed.

"That tart Gretchen Barry was late to my class today, Lucas," she purred at lunch, "and do you know what her excuse was?"

I swallowed my sprouts. "Dog attack?"

Shannon laughed so hard she spat out her Sprite. Gina's smile was crafty. "She told me she was talking to li'l old you." She winked. "Why would she be doing that, Lucas? I mean, she's not in your class, is she?"

"What?" I shrugged from my usual spot, near the windows. "A former student can't just come by and say hello?"

"They can," Audrey pointed out, looking over her glasses at me, "but they don't."

"Exactly." Gina smiled thinly. "Any deeply personal opinions you'd like to share? Maybe about track and cross-country Captain Gretchen?"

"Is she the one who works at the B&T?" Shannon asked, paying attention now. I gulped. This was starting to hit close to home.

"Look, you horndogs need to calm down," I grated, glaring around. "Just because you guys can't keep it in your pants, doesn't mean the rest of us have the same problem." I hoped my voice sounded less brittle to them than it did to me. Shannon sniffed and looked back to her grading; Gina just smirked, while Audrey raised an eyebrow.

"Looks like we might have hit a nerve here, ladies," she said with quiet relish. I rolled my eyes, making sure they could see me do it, and dove back into my sandwich.

* * *

I made sure to park well away from Liz' apartment building this time; no telling when Meredith might decide to go run an errand. So I parked outside of a nearby bar, then walked three blocks or so to Liz' place. I didn't exactly sneak from lamppost to tree, but I wasn't trying to be obvious either; Gretchen's visit had shaken me up. So I had a hat and a jacket on as I drifted along the gum-covered sidewalk, looking furtively around for anyone I might know.

My planning had been flimsy, but I convinced myself Meredith had gone for it. I'd go to the bar with the gang, we'd all get wasted, and then I'd need to see my friend Jeff Bacon home. Bacon taught math with Gina, and he had the great virtue of living way out in Charleville, so once I got him home, I'd have to stay with him.

In reality, I'd never be caught dead going out with Bacon. But whatever.

I was prepared to call Meredith periodically to check up on her; it would be extremely unusual for me to stay out all night long. Of course, part of this was wishful thinking; there was a better than even chance Liz would boot me out just as soon as we were through. But it paid to be prepared.

She'd texted me on Thursday evening, getting my number off the library computer. She had advised me to show up hungry. And so, obediently, it was a starving Lucas that stepped up to the glass front door and rang her buzzer at 7:00. The intercom crackled. "Is that my lover?" came Liz' calm, lazy voice. "I'm expecting him."

Shit. "It's me, Liz; go ahead and buzz me in."

"Might be more interesting to just let you find a window to climb into..." She let me wait four or five seconds, then I heard the muted click of the lock. "Come on up," she sang.

I felt like I was doing the perp walk as I headed through the complex to Liz' stairs. A couple of her neighbors were out in folding chairs among the stunted trees; they stared at me as I passed. I smelled barbecue somewhere nearby. The door to Apartment 22 was ajar, cooking smells drifting out along with the strains of Belle and Sebastian's second album, the other 1996 one. I slithered inside and shut the door behind me. "Hello?" I called out. "Liz?"

"In here!" Dinner, whatever it was, smelled delicious, and I followed her voice into the little kitchen. She was bent over the sink, working soapy water over a pan. "Soup's on in fifteen minutes; your timing is excellent." She turned and shut off the water, leaning against the sink. "Hello, stranger."

Liz was not in work attire.

The shortest of short shorts barely covered her vagina, her pale thighs flaring prominently from the bottom, the gap going all the way down to her bare feet. Above the shorts rose her midriff, bare until it disappeared into a crudely cut off T-shirt. No underwear was in evidence, either top or bottom. She addressed the elephant in the room at once. "You're wearing too many clothes. What's with the jacket? You going incognito or something?"

"Actually, yes," I admitted, shrugging it off. I threw it over a chair. "What, should I just drop my pants and cruise around in my boxers all evening?"

"No." She ate a sliver of green pepper. "I disapprove of eating in underwear. If dinner weren't almost ready..." She opened the cheap oven and peered inside. "I made lasagna," she said uncertainly. "Should taste okay."

"Smells great." I looked around. "Nice, Liz. Dinner, a relaxing evening... it's like we're playing house or something."

"Hey, I'll be Mrs Sanders for the night." She slunk over. "I haven't greeted you properly, dear. How was your day at work?" She laced her arms around my neck, leaned into me, and gave me another of her soul-melting kisses. It lasted awhile, and I impressed myself by touching her body right away. I'd been terrified in the library and shy on her sofa; now, I just wanted her.

So I ran my fingers slowly up her side, tickling my way underneath her shirt as she giggled into my mouth. "Well!" she exclaimed, pulling away. "All right. Just hang on there, tiger. I mean, I know I had to make it quick at the library yesterday, but I thought I gave you some release." She grinned playfully, glancing down at where my hands were still inside her shirt, now moving over her breasts. She let that go on for a bit, challenging me with her eyes. "The lasagna will burn if you keep that up, Lukey," she finally said, quiet, standing there while her nipples got hard.

I smiled bashfully, then gave her one more squeeze before I stepped back. "Sorry, Mrs Sanders," I murmured. "Got a little carried away."

"Hold onto that, Lukey," she urged. She glanced down at my crotch. "Payback's coming. Um, how late are you staying?" She fidgeted slightly, looking at the oven. "I'm not pushing you, I just want to know how much playtime I have." She nodded toward an overstuffed chair in the front room, then turned to check on dinner. I praised myself for planning ahead as I took my seat, making various underwear adjustments as I did; even that one kiss had given me half an erection.

"Well, you see," I began, letting the suspense build, "it so happens that I just might need to watch over a drunk friend this evening after I go out with the work gang."

She glanced back, her face abruptly in profile. "Who's the lightweight? Surely not Torrey."

"No, but you're in the right department. It's Mr Bacon."

She scoffed. "I had him for precalc. That dude looks like he could drink any five Germans under the table."

"Well, Meredith doesn't know that," I pointed out. "I just needed a name. Now, should I finish?" She arched her eyebrow, now turning to pay attention with a half smile. "So I'm probably going to be worried about him. I'll give Meredith a call, say, around eleven, when it becomes clear he can't make it home himself." I shrugged. "I'll drive him home, way out to Charleville." Liz' eyes went wide. "And, since it's so late and I'm so far away, I might just let Meredith convince me to stay off the roads." I yawned. "I'll be very tired, you see."

"Oooh," she tsked, shaking her head. "You're a very bad man. A creative one, though." She cocked her head and stared at me for a moment. "So you're prepared to let me have you all night long, Lukey? Is that it?"

I sat there and, feeling a twinge of self-consciousness, smiled in what I hoped was a seductive way. She just kept shaking her head. "Huh." She shrugged and reached for a potholder. "Guess I'll need to change my sheets in the morning."

Result! I felt childishly pleased, like a sophomore after triumphantly asking a cheerleader out to the Spring Social. She winked at me, then went back to work; a bottle of wine sat on the table, and I cracked it open and filled two glasses. "Thanks! I forgot," she frowned. "Like I said, this isn't a typical Friday for me."

"No?"

"No," she said flatly. "Most times, I'd be hitting on a guy in a bar in Hightower right about now." She looked at me with a very level gaze. "Not someone I would like, though. I prefer this." She paused at the oven. "You understand what I'm saying, Lucas?"

"I think so." The wine was a cheaper red, but it tasted like every other wine I'd ever tried. I'm not a sommelier. "You need anything?"

"Just you, sitting." She pulled the pan out of the oven and turned, victorious, the steam rising around her face, and we smiled at each other. It was going to be a good night.

* * *

She served me coffee afterward, the two of us sitting on the couch talking about music and books. A freshly-cleaned patch on the middle cushion highlighted how shabby the rest of the sofa was; she caught me looking at it. "It would have started smelling, if I left it there," she said defensively. "It's bodily fluids, Lukey. I don't want this place smelling like a Mexican brothel when Heidi comes back." She sipped at her coffee.

Liz' phone was through with its sprightly Belle and Sebastian, and had moved on to the moodier but faster Libertines. She turned it way down and sighed, stretching her long legs out in front of her.

"So," I ventured, "I took your advice." She raised an eyebrow and sipped again. "I'm living in the moment here. I'm not feeling guilt, that's for sure."

She smiled and set her mug down. "I'm not stupid, Lucas," she said gravely. "You've been attracted to me for many, many months, and I've known it. Why should acting on that attraction make you feel bad?" She shrugged. "I certainly don't feel like a homewrecker. If you and Meredith don't work out, you won't. It won't be my fault."

"No?" I was thinking about her lips on my cock, her throat pulsing around my head.

"No," she said firmly. "If you cheated with me, you'd have cheated with some other slut. Besides," she added, finishing her coffee, "you gave me head first." Her teeth were crooked as she grinned, her skewed nose wrinkling. "Lucky me."

I leaned back against the side of the couch, looking up and down her body: smooth skin everywhere except her blotched face, her spindly limbs calm as she picked at the couch. She saw me looking, then leaned slowly in and reached out to flip my shirt up over my fly. "I'm glad you came over," she murmured, her finger tracing along the skin underneath my shirt.

"You knew I wouldn't say no." Instinctively I sucked in my belly, opening the hem of my pants. Liz took the hint, her finger hooking inside. She nodded at me.