The Game

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The remainder of the weekend passed quickly, in spite of having to endure my mother’s lamentations of her and dad not getting any younger. Dad just looked at me without saying a word; but I could tell he kinda wished for the same thing.

Monday found me in the library, trying to study. Red and Diane wanted to play Spades but I really needed to prepare. I had buried myself under a pile of books at a table near the back of the library. Not very many people came that far back into the library because of the tomb-like silence. I had the ear buds of my music player in my ears as I tried to drown out the relentless scratching of pencil on paper; math courses were never my strong suit. For the life of me, I would never understand how algebraic equations would apply in the real world. I swore under my breath as I erased the math equation for the seventh time. All of a sudden, I felt hands on my shoulders. I jumped but quickly relaxed as the familiar scent of sandalwood wafted towards my nose. I turned my head and looked at Col.

“Jeez…you scared me,” I hissed as I removed my ear buds. He grinned as he squeezed my shoulders before sliding his hands down to cup my breasts. I winced as my nipples hardened at his caress.

“My, my…don’t you look studious,” he drawled as he rolled both nipples between his finger. “What are you trying to work on?”

I shrugged as I turned back to the table, “Stupid math problems…I hate math.” I rolled my head as I tried to relieve the tension in my neck. I pushed the papers across the table and leaned down to thump my forehead against the table. “Stupid, stupid, stupid…” I mumbled under my breath.

Col pulled me back so that I was sitting upright once again, “Beating yourself up won’t solve the problem.”

“I know that…” I snapped. “I guess I need to move onto something else to clear my head before I try working on it again.” Col pulled my chair back and tugged me out of it. I let him pull me to a standing position and allowed him to lead me towards the stacks. He quickly glanced around as he wedged me in the corner where two shelves met. He grabbed my face between his hands and kissed me hard. I felt him probe his tongue between my lips before I parted them. His tongue surged forward as he deepened his kiss.

“You are so incredibly beautiful…especially when you’re frustrated,” he whispered when he pulled back from the kiss. I felt his hands move towards the front of my shirt, where he began to fumble with the buttons.

I grabbed his hands and tried to stop him, “What the hell are you doing? Someone might see us.”

“And this should concern me how?” he asked as he slowly popped each button from its hole. Slowly, my shirt gapped open and exposed my leopard print bra.

“Duh…this is a public place. People do read at this school; plus, the librarian could walk back here at any time,” I panted. He had dragged my bra up to free my breasts. He bent his head down and licked each nipple. I felt as my knees turned to mush. I threaded my fingers in his hair and held his face against my overheated skin. He mumbled against my skin; I pulled his head back so he could speak clearly.

“Trust me…no one is going to see anything we don’t want them to,” he said in a rush; his hot breath raised goose bumps on my skin. I felt his cock harden and throb against my thighs. “The librarian was in her office on the phone when I walked in. By the look on her face, she’s going to be on the phone for awhile.”

“I hate you…you make me so weak.”

“Like hell you do. You love the way I make you feel…especially when I can make you cum so hard,” he said as he unzipped my jeans and thrust his hand down into my crotch. “You are so wet, luv…”

I grabbed his hand from the outside of my jeans and forced him to press it harder against my pussy. I reached out with my other hand and unzipped his pants. Since he wasn’t wearing any underwear, his cock fell into my hands and throbbed. I looked around frantically; I tried to find anyplace we would have more privacy. As I squeezed and slid my hand on his cock, my eyes caught sight of the unisex restroom. I dragged him over to the door, threw it open and pulled him inside. I closed and locked the door as I fumbled for the light switch.

“I thought you said you hated the way I made you feel,” he said as he pulled his pants off. I kicked off my sandals and danced around as I pulled my jeans off.

“No, I said I hated when you made me feel weak. Right now, I just want to fuck your brains out.” I declared as I finally managed to get my feet free. He reached for me and pulled my shirt behind me; he pinned my arms together as they became tangled in the sleeves. He turned me so that I leaned against the sink and faced the mirror above it.

“Just look at yourself…you are so hot. It would just kill you if I walked out, wouldn’t it?” he asked. I felt his cock wedge itself between my ass cheeks.

I glared at his reflection in the mirror, “If you tried to leave right now, I would probably throw you down on the floor, knock you out and have my way with your unconscious body.”

He ground his pelvis against my backside, “Well, I guess I’ll just have to finish what I started.” He forced me to lean further against the sink; I flinched as my skin touched the cold porcelain. I let my head fall forward and stood on my toes so he had easier access to my heated center. He let go of my shirt and I was able to support my upper body by leaning on them.

“Whatever you do, my passionate goddess, don’t scream. Someone might hear us and it’s going to be hard to talk our way out of trouble,” he said as he positioned himself.

“I thought you said it didn’t matter…” I hissed as I glanced back up at his reflection.

“Yes…but why advertise what we’re doing, now that we have some privacy.”

“Hypocrite…I want to feel you deep inside me, now.”

“As you wish, my goddess,” he replied and thrust in to fill me completely.

The filling sensation sent me even further up on my toes. The powerful thrust caused me to whack my head against the mirror; the pain merely sent additional waves of sensation to my groin. His hands held my hips in place as he started to fuck me slowly. The friction caused me to moan low in my throat. He removed one of his hands from my hips and twisted his fist in my hair. I moaned louder and he pulled my head up sharply.

“Shhh…I don’t need to be interrupted by anyone,” he muttered against the skin on the back of my neck. I felt his teeth rasp against the skin as he took a little bit between his teeth. He carefully ground them together as he sucked. Every time he tugged, sensations surged down my spine towards my pussy. I wiggled my lower body against his; I silently demanded more. He let go of the skin, “Open your eyes…look at yourself in the mirror.”

I slowly opened my eyes. I saw myself as he saw me: lips swollen from his kisses, head arched backwards with his fist in my hair, my shirt hung open and breasts heaved from erratic breathing. His face was red, as he tried not to cum too soon. I twisted my body around and he pulled my hair tighter. I winced, but did not cry out as I forced him to reposition the hand tangled against my scalp. I reached down and moved his cock; he slid back inside. After that, I reached for his face. I kissed him with the heat that surged in my body. My tongue flicked in and out of the moistness of his mouth. I felt as if I was dying of thirst and his mouth was my only salvation.

I slowly turned our bodies, as if they were one, and moved him towards the toilet. When the back of his knees connected, he sat down holding me on his lap. I rode him hard and fast. My orgasm roared through me and I opened my mouth to utter my satisfaction. He quickly covered my mouth with one hand and pulled my face closer to his with the other. He moved his hand and plastered his lips against mine to swallow my screams of pleasure. When he was sure that I would not make any more noise to draw attention to us, he pulled away.

“Babe, I know you love it when we fuck but this isn’t really the right place for you to be a screamer.”

I growled low in my throat and leaned forward. I grasped the handicap rail that ran parallel to the top of the toilet. I pulled my pelvis forward to change the angle of his thrusts. I lifted my feet from off the floor and braced them against the wall. This caused Col to move even further inside of me. He moved his arms around me and prevented me from falling backwards. I gyrated my hips in a side-to-side motion. One foot fell to the floor and I used it to aid my movements. The sensations were mind-blowing. The intensity soon became too much for me to handle and I came a second time. I was able to clench my jaws together and keep from crying out loud.

I looked Col hotly in the eyes, “Do you want to come?”

He grunted as he thrust harder, “You know I do…”

“Beg…beg me to let you come,” I said as I got up from his lap. I turned to face the wall and looked at him from over my shoulder. He stood and moved to stand behind me.

“You teasing little bitch,” he breathed as he twisted my hair around his fist once again. “I won’t beg anything from you…I’ll just take it.”

He pulled my head back and clamped his teeth on my neck. As he bit me hard, he shoved his cock back into my pussy. I placed both hands against the wall and bent over. He released my neck but still held a tight grip in my hair. The angle was awkward but it served its purpose. Col pounded himself against me and stiffened as he came. I mewled when my third, and final, orgasm tore through me. We stood in that position for a short while as we breathed hard.

I walked my palms up the wall and straightened. I felt a gush of fluids as I clenched my muscles in a stretch. Col turned towards the sink to wet a paper towel for me to clean myself up with. I took the towel from him and wiped myself. He cleaned himself off in the sink and reached for his pants. I grabbed them as I scooped my jeans off the floor and handed them to him. He smiled his thanks, as we got re-dressed. We unlocked the door and peeked out. Nobody was to be seen so we walked out. As we headed back to the table, I noticed that someone sat next to my stuff.

“Who’s that?” Col asked, concerned because we just walked off without thinking about my bags and junk. I frowned at the guy sitting in the chair I had abandoned and then I recognized him: it was my childhood friend Ken. He must have heard us because he turned in our direction and smiled when he saw me.

“I wondered where you had gone off to…you left your purse on the table for anyone to walk by and take. So, I decided to stay here until you came back,” Ken said as he stared at my shirt. I looked down and saw that I had buttoned it wrong.

“Gee…thanks. Col, I’d like for you to meet an old friend of mine. Ken, this is Col.” I said as I tried to fix my shirt: too late…oh well. Col extended his hand towards Ken. They tried to shake hands but I shoved Ken out of my chair.

“I needed help with something and we forgot to shove her stuff under the table,” Col explained.

“Uh-huh…well, she’s a little dingy that way,” Ken smiled. I punched him as he stood for me to reclaim my seat. I slid my math stuff back towards me and looked at it so I wouldn’t have to meet Ken’s eyes. He always knew when I had been up to no good just by looking in my eyes. As I stared hard at the paper, the equation suddenly made sense. I slapped my hand against my forehead and madly scrambled to find my pencil. I scribbled the solution, as I showed my work, and completed my math assignment. When I looked up, both men stared at me.

“What? I finally figured out how to solve this stupid problem!” I yelled. They both shushed me at the same time; surprised, they both started laughing. I furiously gathered my things together. I stood and snarled, “Oh, go to hell,” and stormed off. As I stalked off, I heard Ken say to Col; “Ain’t she a character?”

“She is definitely something…”
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A/N: My OC is never named and female.