Cherry

Cherry
Chapter 3
(071205-071210)

The library at St. Andrews was inordinately large. Spanning two levels and housing at least three thousand books, it was a veritable gold mine of information. However, the arrival of the internet also brought with it easy to access material that was necessary for many classes. This easy access unfortunately rendered most libraries obsolete.

Autumn however, preferred to use the library and its many books as her primary resource for information. Books were tangible. They were touchable and real and they were much easier to verify than the internet was. Information from a website was considered to be far less trustworthy then when obtained from a book.

Autumn usually dragged her younger sister into the school library with her. Fact finding missions went twice as fast when one was not working alone and April was easily bribed with homework help.

“You take the left wing, I’ll take the right.” Autumn told her younger sister as they climbed the stairs to the second level that housed strictly non-fiction books.

“Sure.” April moved off to her side of the library, whistling cheerfully, her hips swaying as she walked, causing Autumn to smile. While she envied her sisters beauty and asperity she still loved her unconditionally.

Autumn turned to the right and began perusing the books, trying to locate any books that could possibly help her with her history assignment. The book titles began to blur together as she shuffled along.

“Found anything?” She called as she rounded the corner, calling to her sister.

“Only that you aren’t the best researcher.” Autumn looked up, startled, her vision blurring before her eyes. Once she was able to refocus she stopped.

She hadn’t spoken to Dominick since the Incident (capitalized due to its significance) three weeks prior. He still sat in front of her in Human Biology and he still did a fabulous job of distracting her, she had even come to the conclusion that it should be illegal for someone to look so damn attractive.

And she still hadn’t veered away from being obsessed. In fact, she had gotten worse. On the Thursday prior she had nearly drooled when he went to ask a question. His arm went into the air, causing the muscles of his back to clench and pull as the white cotton blend of his school shirt moved to accommodate him. It had been an unusually humid day and he had forgone the blue winter sweater. The sleeves of his long white shirt had been pushed up to his elbows and when he raised his hand Autumn became painfully aware of his arms.

He had pretty forearms. The white fabric of his school shirt made a sharp contrast against his naturally olive skin tone and the light blanket of hair spread along his forearms. He had a pretty watch. It was a heavy, silver and gold contraption that he wore on his right wrist, indicating that he was probably left handed.

Today wasn’t any better. While he had worn the uniform blue sweater his shirt tails were poking from beneath, the white startlingly bright against the navy of his pants and the blue of his sweater. His top buttons were undone the blue and gold tie hung loosely from his neck as a pair of small white earphones lay slung around his neck.

His hair was ruffled and he was thumbing through a large, bound volume of animal pictures. He had nice fingers. Long and thin with a rather noticeable layer of hair covering his knuckles. Autumn tried to suppress the urge to smack her head on the nearest shelf. She was swooning like a preteen, dangerously close to waxing poetic about his physique.

"What am I looking for again?" April's voice came over the shelves from the other side of the library's upper level.

"Fascist Italy." Autumn called back as she raised her eyes to look at Dominick.

"Spelt?" April yelled back, prompting Autumn to roll her eyes in irritation.

"Italy. I-T-A-L-Y. Italy."

"Oh Jesus Christ. What am I retarded?"

"April! God, that would be an insult to all the retarded people out there."

Dominick snorted in laughter, closing the book in his hands and sliding it back into position on the shelf.

"Bitch." April called.

"Fascist. F-A-S-C-I-S-T. Fascism. F-A-S-C-I-S-M. There's no need to look up idiot honey, you just need to look in the mirror."

"I hate you."

Autumn giggled and was about to speak when Dominick stepped closer, lowering his voice.

"Can I taste you?" He asked, watching her with his pretty, perfect eyes.

"Pardon?" She asked politely.

"I've been thinking of nothing else for the past three weeks. I can't forget the feel of your flesh between my hands, the feel of your hair between my fingers. God, I've whacked off so many times in the past month it feels like you've given me a permanent boner."

Autumn paused speechless, her cheeks flaming and her stomach tightening. She fanned her face with her hand, an uncomfortable heat spreading across her body.

"What do you mean taste?" She asked as she heard April curse to herself.

"There are many names for it. Some nice, some not so much. There's cunnilingus, oral, muff munching, eating out, pussy licking." Autumn pressed her thighs together nervously as she listened to him speak.

There was something about the way he spoke. While his words were coarse and vulgar, he spoke with a classy, cultured drawl that made her knees weak like she was one of his various fans. She wasn't like the other girls. She didn't flock to his soccer games to see him sprinting around in shorts and high socks, she had better things to do then spend a portion of her day waiting for him to notice her. Well she used to have better things to do; now she was generally desperate for his affections.

"I'd bet you'd taste nice." He said thoughtfully.

"Pardon?" Autumn squeaked her voice becoming embarrassingly high pitched.

"Bet you'd taste like honey, thick and sticky and sweet." He drawled.

"H-honey." she stuttered nervously.

Dominick chuckled to himself, reaching out to trail the back of his fingers down her cheek. Autumn brought her hand up to wrap her fingers around his wrist, her fingers trembling nervously. Dominick brought his other hand up to wrap around her elbow, tugging her forward as he stepped closer.

He smelt sinfully good, like melted chocolate and cinnamon and there was there the strange undertone of something that was spicy and musky and undefinable. He shifted, moving a hand down her side to grip her waist, his fingers sliding around her side.

"April..." Autumn protested weakly as Dominick pulled her closer.

"Is busy." He finished for her as he pulled her closer. He used his knee to push her legs apart, easing her against the bookshelf to her right. Once she was pinned against the shelf, the cool metal digging into her back.

"She might find us." Autumn protested again as Dominick once again pulled her hair tie out. He threaded his fingers through her brown hair, pulling at the thin strands. He pressed himself against her, his hip and his erection pressing against her stomach.

"No she won’t." Dominick told her so confidently she frowned.

"What makes you so damn sure?" Autumn asked angrily.

"Come on." Dominick tugged her forward by her wrist, pressing a finger to his lips to silence her.

Autumn followed him obediently, his fingers abnormally hot against the skin of her wrist. The heavily carpeted floors muffled their footsteps as Dominick led her across the library; he led her around the shelves. He stopped her near the foreign language section.

"Christian's a nice enough bloke, I promise." He whispered, peering around the shelf, pressing himself up against her back. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing himself up against her, his fingers pressing against her as he forced her body forward to look around the corner.

Autumn's jaw dropped and she nearly gasped, the noise smothered by his hand on her mouth, the warm, rough skin pressed against her face. He pulled her closer, his lips near the base of her neck, his breath warm against her skin. Autumn squeezed her eyes shut, tyring not to watch her sister and who she assumed was Christian. The image however had been burned into her brain, the visage searing the back of her eyelids.

It looked like something out of a Mills and Boon paperback. April pressed against the book shelf, her school skirt hitched up indecently high, with Christian’s hand on her thigh, his olive skin dark against her sister’s pale, veiny skin. April's head was thrown back, her tie undone and her shirt untucked and partially unbuttoned, her neck exposed, Christian's lips attached to the skin at the base of her neck. Behind her, Dominick mirrored the other boy’s actions and began to untuck her shirt.

"Oh god." April moaned, causing Autumn's eyes to fly open. Christian had snuck a hand into her sisters open blouse, his hand covering the purple and red lace of her sisters’ bra. Autumn cringed as Dominick’s hand snaked up her stomach to cup her own breast over the pale yellow of her own, plainer bra.

"Hush. You don't want your sister hearing us do you?" Christian told her, his eyes flickering over to her and Dominick, winking cheekily at her.

"Oh god no." April breathed as Christian began to kiss at her collarbone.

Dominick pulled her back, away from the shelves, dragging her across the upper level of the library to the right wing. He kept a hand up her blouse, his other arm wrapped around her waist, Autumn struggling to keep her feet up so as not to make any noise. Dominick pulled her between the stacks before releasing her. Autumn stumbled a little before being forced up against the closest shelf, knocking a book over. Dominick froze, his lips near her neck as he bent to press a kiss to area near her earlobe.

"Autumn, April, are you okay?" Mrs. Simmons, the schools librarian called.

"You stubbed your toe and accidentally dropped a book." Dominick breathed in her ear.

"We're okay Mrs. Simmons, I stubbed my toe and dropped the book I was holding." Autumn called as Dominick dragged his tongue down the length of her ear, pausing at her lobe and the pearl stud earrings that were a present from her grandparents for her sixteenth birthday.

"Did you need any help?" The librarian called.

"No thank you Mrs. Simmons we should be alright." April called from her side of the library as Dominick eased his hands up Autumn's skirt. Autumn clasped a hand over her mouth as she gasped, Dominick's fingers pressing against the crotch of her panties. His fingers crept up pulling at the waistband of her underwear, tugging them down. Her underwear was pushed down to her knees, Dominick's fingers weaving through her pubic hair as the heel of his hand pressed against her clit.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked her, his lips dangerously close to her ear.

"Yes." She breathed, suddenly wishing she were as witty and as concise as she normally was. Dominick straightened a little, pressing his lips against hers gently. Autumn tried not to tremble as she leant forward to deepen the kiss, Dominick's hand moving so he could probe at her with his fingers.

Autumn's sexual experience was fairly limited. The most she had ever done before was a hot and heavy kissing session with a previous boyfriend. She had tried to masturbate once but it had never felt like this. Dominick's fingers were longer than her own and all it took was a few brief strokes of his finger against he clit for her to lose most coherent thought.

"Please..." She begged against his lips as his fingers skated around what she assumed was her outer lips.

"Please what?" He murmured before kissing her again.

Once, when Autumn, an avid reader, was younger she had gotten into her mother's erotica collection. They were terrible books, poorly written with extremely bad descriptions. But Autumn, ever the romantic, found that there was something inside her that yearned for a time stopping, earth moving kiss. This wasn't it, but it certainly came close. Autumn eased a hand across his shoulders and down the muscles of his back. Her hand slid down his side to cup his butt cheek.

Dominick pressed himself into her, pushing past her lips with his tongue. Autumn tried her hardest to keep her teeth away from his tongue as he curled around her own. Autumn paused, struggling to work out the mechanics of something she had read somewhere. She manoeuvred her tongue under his and pushed it up against the roof of her mouth, sucking on his tongue. Dominick pushed up against her, eliminating any space between Autumn, the shelf and him. She could feel the vaguely familiar press of his erection against her stomach.

"Touch me..." She begged breathlessly as he pulled away, breathing heavily. He looked down at her, the ebony fan of his lashes fluttering on his pretty blue eyes.

"As you wish." He slid a finger into her, keeping a finger working at her clit as he gripped the shelf near her side, the knuckles of his right hand turning white as his watch rubbed against her side. Autumn whimpered quietly as she spread her fingers across his butt cheek and dug her fingers in, pulling him closer as he bent his head to kiss her again.

He was a good kisser, his tongue almost distracting her from the fingers he had between her legs. He kept easing fingers in, gently working her apart.

"Fuck, you feel better than I imagined." He breathed into her hair as he pulled away.

"So do you." She told him, her hand filled with his arse.

"Cheeky bugger," He muttered, "You're almost uncomfortably tight. I can feel you cunt clenching down on my fingers and I can't remember ever feeling this turned on."

"More." She gasped as he slid his fingers in and out at a steady rhythm.

"I can't... Too much of a good thing... You'll be sore later..." He spoke in broken sentences, his thumb furiously working at her clit as his fingers slid easily in and out of her. The familiar build up of tension that had been coiling in her stomach snapped and Autumn slumped boneless against him as she was once again flooded with endorphins.

Dominick brought his hand up to his face, his fingers coated with an embarrassing stickiness. Dominick held her gaze as he slid his fingers into his mouth. Autumn cringed a little as he sucked on his fingers audibly. His eyelashes fluttered as he moaned while Autumn watched him. He slid his fingers out of his mouth before speaking again.

“Fuck, you taste better than I’d hope all tarty and sweet and so fucking perfect.”

Autumn paused, a little unsure of how to proceed. Dominick pulled away from her, and Autumn brought him back by gripping his left butt cheek tightly. She brought her free hand up to gently grip his belt.

"Are you s-sure?" He asked her.

"Yes." She answered, tugging at the leather.

"Girls," Mrs. Simmons called out, "The library closes in ten minutes."

"Maybe some other time. The library is usually pretty quiet Thursday and Friday afternoons." He told her, breathing into her face, his breath surprisingly minty.

"How do you know this?" She asked curiously.

"My older brother, back in his more promiscuous days, used this as a hunting ground."

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Hello my honeys,

thanks for all the reviews i see them and i revert back to a thriteen year old and start squealing.
Scares the shit out of my baby sister so all's good.
I'm glad you like it.
On a different note,
I recently got a livejournal and Im thinking about posting there but im a little unsure.
Does anyone have livejournal and is willing to friend little old me?
The links in my profile.
Love always,
Miss Malice
P.s.: SFC Omicron, thanks for the heads up about my grammar. I'm actually looking for a beta, interested?