The Dawn of Darkness (Part 5)

I drove her home in silence that night, pulling up in front of her dorm and letting the engine run. I felt as if there was something that I should say, that there was supposed to be some kind of appropriate phrase to use after an evening like the one we'd shared. I looked over at her. She was staring straight ahead. She lowered her head before looking over at me.

"I think I'm going to need to study more often. Once a week just doesn't feel like it's quite enough," she spoke softly and smoothly. I wondered how long she'd been thinking of what words to use.

We agreed that we'd meet on Tuesdays in addition to our normal Fridays. I spent that weekend wrapped in an air of intoxication. I let my mind drift to that night at the hotel as I was taking a shower, letting my eyes close as I stroked myself and remembered the sight of her curves, the sound of the brush when it connected with her flesh. I was satisfied with these memories and yet craved to make more.

Tuesday we met in the library during the early evening. The halls were quiet and sparsely littered with other students. Most were off eating dinner or attempting to squeeze in some social time. We settled at a small desk near the north corner on the second floor. I spent 20 minutes quizzing her innocently enough before noticing that there was a male student at the far end of one of the stacks, staring in her direction. It was obvious that he knew her somehow or was one of the many that desired to know her. Her face was on mine, ever the obedient student.

I reached my hand toward her knee and slid it up her thigh. She gasped sharply at this, unaccustomed to my touch, especially one so intimate. I let my fingers trail up to her pussy and discovered what I was looking for. She wasn't wearing any panties as had been the case the night in the hotel room. I glanced up slightly to see if our observer was catching what was going on. From his position, he should have had a clear view right under the desk. I saw him glance around nervously and then raise the book he was holding until it almost covered his face.

He could see.

I continued to quiz her while my hand yanked her legs wide apart. My fingers dipped in and out of her. She was having difficulty speaking. "Answer the question," I raised my voice to the sharpest possible level without attracting attention. Her eyes scanned my face and she softly bit at her lower lip. I let my middle finger graze her clit and began to stroke it in a small, insistent circle. She closed her eyes, but continued to speak.

"No, look at me when you answer me." Her eyes opened. Her gaze was feral now, her eyes wild and dizzy with arousal. I asked another question. She answered. I looked over and saw our peeping tom pressing himself closer to the stack of books he was standing next to. One of his hands had disappeared inside of his pants pocket.

"We have an admirer," I said to her. Her eyelids fluttered. "No," I snapped quietly. "Don't look at him. Don't let him know that you know." She fixed her eyes on me tightly. "I want you to lick your lips." Her tongue flicked out and traced her lips. "Now open," her chin dropped. I reached my other hand up and stuck my thumb in her mouth. Her eyes closed and she licked and sucked at it, purring in her throat. I could feel her pussy begin to drip with wetness and the muscles within her clench. I removed my hand.

Her eyes snapped open and she shot me an imploring glance. "You finish yourself," I instructed and removed my thumb from her mouth. Her hands, which had been resting on the table, lowered. I watched her slight motions above the table. I continued with my tutoring, idly flipping through the pages of the book in front of me and asking more questions. Her eyes began to close again, her breathing turned to a animalistic panting. "Keep looking at me," I lectured. She fought to keep her gaze on my face as she stroked and prodded at her cunt. Her breath came in short gasps and I watched as her shoulders convulsed and her head dipped forward. One of her feet tapped the top of one of mine.

The slam of a book hitting the floor came from our onlooker's direction. I looked up to see him scrabbling to retrieve the text that he'd dropped. I spied a dark stain on the front of his neatly pressed chinos. He averted his gaze as he caught me noticing his presence. He turned tail and raced down the aisle away from us.

She was gathering herself, slowly closing her legs and straightening her posture. "Did you enjoy that?" I asked. A small nod of her head. "Did you cum?" Another nod. "Taste yourself." A hand disappearing below the table again and then returning, glistening. She slowly licked her fingers, savoring the juice. "Taste good?" A curt nod. "Give me some." The hand disappearing and reappearing once more. Tentatively rising to my face, curling at the knuckle, approaching my lips. The smell was musky, the taste was almost sickeningly sweet. I licked her finger and then bit down on it lightly. Her hand jerked, but stayed in my mouth. I chewed lightly on the pad of her finger, almost absentmindedly. Finally I opened my mouth and allowed her to reclaim it.

We continued to study for the next hour. Students began to pour back into the library at a steady pace, and soon the noise level increased to the point where I could no longer tolerate my annoyance at it. We gathered our respective belongings and exited into the cool night air. It was early winter, and chilly for a Northern California evening. We walked in silence, and her body began to drift over to mine as we progressed. There was a short alley between two of the larger buildings, occupied only by a garbage dumpster. I yanked her into the darkness and pushed her up against the concrete wall.

She stood in silence as I ran my hands over her breasts and then up through her hair, pulling it back so as to see her face. She was wearing far less make-up than she had on the numerous other occasions that we had met. My prior instructions to her had made a dent. I could see the spray of freckles, even in the dim light. I leaned forward and licked up over cheek and nose. She sighed softly.

"On your knees," I barked. She dropped instantaneously. Her gaze traveled up my torso and I stared down into her perfect blue eyes. I blinked hard. I was becoming addicted to them, to the way that they would stare up at me so adoringly. I unzipped my fly and took out my already rock-hard cock. She leaned in with her mouth parted open and motioned towards me in that familiar way. "NO!" She recoiled at my shout, her eyes swimming with confusion. "You're not allowed," I explained. "Not yet." She blinked silently in understanding. I began to pull at the skin of my cock, squeezing tightly at the tip. "Just watch," I instructed. I stroked slowly and evenly with my right hand and placed my left hand flat against the wall behind her to keep myself propped up. My rhythm sped up and I needed only to look back down into those eyes of hers to completely lose myself. The first spurt landed across her partially open mouth, the second flew up and hit her in the forehead. There were three more smaller dribbles that floated down and bubbled on her chin. As I felt the last of the orgasmic waves crash through me, I shook the final drops loose from the head of my cock. She blinked up at me. I brought the tip down to her chin and lips and smeared my cum about her face. I lowered my left hand from the wall and rubbed in the streak that had landed on her forehead. Her face was shiny with my semen and the sight of it almost started to make me hard again immediately.

I pulled my cock back into my pants and quickly zipped up. She went to wipe at her face. "Did you ask permission?" Her hand dropped down to her side. "Did I tell you that you could clean up?" A small shake of her head. I reached down and grabbed her by the back of the neck, hauling her to her feet. I pushed her back up against the wall and moved in close. I jammed my nose into the side of her neck, letting my lips rest on her ear. "Do you do anything without my permission?" Another small shake no. "Good girl." I stepped back slightly and looked at her through the darkness. Her face was blank. Her eyelashes fluttered downward slowly.

"Clean yourself off. Lick it up like a cat." She brought the back of her hand up to her face and licked it. She ran it over her forehead, mopping up my cum. She licked off her gatherings and then ran it over her cheek. She repeated this grooming motion until her face was sparkling clean. "Good girl," I repeated, coming in close to her again, this time filled with warm affection. "Very nicely done." I nuzzled at her neck, placing one small kiss on her collarbone. She sighed and let her head fall forward onto my shoulder. We stood in that odd embrace, neither placing hands on the other, connected only at the neck and shoulder. Even in the cold air, the heat from our bodies radiated like a sunburn.

My heart skipped a beat.

I pulled back from her sharply. The palms of her hands hit the wall behind her, steadying herself from the sudden detachment. I took her by the hand and began to lead her back down the ally. When we were out in the open once more, I released her hand from mine and put it on the small of her back, guiding her. She moved wherever I directed her body to move. I kept her in front of me, not allowing her to see my face. To see my smile.

To feel the love growing inside of me.