by PJ Bayliss
Carlos winked at her, ‘Never felt better, huh?’
Julie smirked as Carlos left the room to leave Julie and Chaise to continue making love on the floor in the empty lecture room.
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They had only been alone together for a handful of minutes when the door handle to the lecture room rattled in the darkness. Julie looked at Chaise in shock as it rattled once again and the distinctive sound of jingling keys emanated from the hallway.
‘Jesus Christ! Security!’ exclaimed Chaise.
Julie sprung up and quickly gathered her clothing as Chaise grabbed her wrist and they lunged toward the lecturer’s desk at the front of the room. The pair slipped under it and quietly watched the door open.
A slither of light swept the room as the door opened wide and the security guard poked his head inside. He flicked the light switch but they were still turned off at the master board at the back of the room. He swept the room with his torch and shone the light at the control box at the back of the room.
‘Bloody lighting!’ he muttered before walking to the front row of seats.
Julie’s heart pounded with suspense, she gasped and dug her elbow into Chaise’s ribs and nodded toward the centre of the room. They both looked at the floor in front of them and Chaise strained his eyes in the dim light. He bit his lip to retain control and prevent sniggering. Julie’s chest convulsed with silent laughter.
The security guard scanned the room once again with his torch, turned and walked toward the desk. He stopped a few metres in front of them, bent forward, and then picked up Julie’s red knickers. He shook his head, ‘Bloody students!’ he mumbled, and waltzed back to the entrance, dropping her panties into the bin as he departed, shutting the door behind him.
They burst into muffled laughter beneath the desk, grinning from ear-to-ear with relief.
‘That was a close shave!’ Julie exclaimed.
‘Yeah. Just like the old days, huh?’
‘I know! I thought I was going to end up in cuffs again,’ she joked.
A chuckle burst from the corners of his mouth. ‘Let’s leave any handcuffing to me in the future, ok?’ he replied. ‘C’mon, we better get going. We have a party to get to.’
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Chaise lifted Julie to her feet and they got dressed before making their way toward the central atrium that overlooked the foyer entrance. The main entrance doors had just come into view when a voice called out behind them.
‘Hey! You two!’ A security guard intercepted the pair as they entered the atrium. ‘What dae yeah think yer dayin here? The place is shut,’ he said in a rich, Scottish accent.
Unnerved by the security guard's presence, Chaise hastily replied, ‘We’ve been studying,’ the guard looked at the pair in disbelief. Chaise continued. ‘We have an exam re-sit.’
‘Where?’
Unsettled, Chaise replied, ‘Err… here, at the University…’
‘A mean, which room?’ the guard asked sceptically.
‘Oh, one of the study cubicles back there. Number six or something like that.’
He cringed and hoped the guard would believe his excuse. He’d blurted it out under pressure and knew it didn’t make any sense. Chaise hoped the ignorant guard wouldn’t know any better.
‘Is that thae key?’ he asked, looking at the room key in Chaise’s clutched fist.
‘No. This is for something else, professor Gilmour told me to return it.’
‘Gei it tae me then. Al take it, and you two better get moving. This place is about tae be shut up for thae day
Reluctantly, Chaise handed the key over to the suspicious security guard. He gave a brief smile and thanked him and headed toward the stairs leading to the foyer with the curious security guard following them closely behind.
‘Thanks again,’ Chaise said, bidding him farewell with a brief wave.
The guard gestured back at him and Julie. In that moment, he caught a glance of Julie’s red knickers clutched in her fist. He looked down at the tag on the room key and scratched his head, wondering where their supervisor for the test was supposed to be.
Now everything fell into place and made sense, but the guard simply smirked and shook his head once again.
‘Bloody students,’ he muttered.
6
Julie was busy getting dressed for the party. The twins had invited their closest friends to join them at the Fairmont hotel for an Italian meal at the La Cucina restaurant. It boasted authentic Italian cuisine with traditional imported ingredients in a casual, friendly atmosphere. It was one of Saint Andrews’ more prestigious dining locations as was renowned for its views over the ocean and immaculate grounds, but it was the in-house spa resort that held more appeal to Chaise and his friends.
Chaise intended to have an exclusive after-dinner Toga party, which was a customary way to celebrate events on the University Campus. Such an event was frowned upon by the hotel management so Chaise had relied upon his family’s business to convince the management to make the booking that night. Through Peyton’s influence he hoped to book the entire spa complex for the night, which typically accommodated several dozen guests at a time.
At the flat, spirits were high and buzzing with anticipation over the evening. Julie was bustling about in the bedroom looking for something to wear as Chaise entered the room.
‘What are you up to?’ he asked.
‘I’m getting ready for dinner.’
‘But you have hours to go…’
‘I’ve got to put my face on Chaise. I want to look fabulous for tonight.’
‘You’re always looking fabulous!’ he pecked her on the cheek. ‘You know that.’
‘Aww, you’re sweet, but I’m still getting myself sorted for tonight,’ she cooed and strolled into the bathroom.
‘Well, I guess I could expect that,’ he replied and poked his head through the doorway. ‘after all, it’s not as if you try not to come early…’ he sniggered.
‘Chaise!’ Julie shrieked out with laughter, tossing her nearby hairbrush at him as he retreated into the bedroom, ‘That's not fair!’
‘Well… it’s the truth!’ he jested once again.
She lunged at him, forcing Chaise to defend himself and wrestle her onto the bed. They rolled over and tussled playfully together for several minutes. Julie struggled in a futile effort, but their play-fight was eventually abated through giggling and laughter.
‘Quit it!’ she cried out. ‘Let me go Chaise! You’ll make me wet myself!’
It was a bluff and Chaise released his grip. Julie quickly dashed into the bathroom laughing, shutting the door behind her.
‘You’ll keep!’ he called out.
‘Promises, promises…’
Chaise grabbed a glass of water and returned to find her back on the bed with a playful grin upon her face. Chaise shook his head with adoration and walked by her into the bathroom. He stripped down to his waist and cupped his hands together to wash his face and quickly wiped it dry with a towel.
‘Julie, have you seen my razor?
‘Uh-huh. It’s in here.’ she replied with a quirky, mischievous tone from the bedroom, enticing him back into the bedroom. He looked back to see her lying seductively upon the bed with a towel around her waist.
‘Tch, tch, tch, what are you up to now?’ he smirked.
‘Well, I thought you might like to help me prepare something special for tonight,’ said Julie with a coy tone in her voice.
‘Prepare what?’
Julie flicked the towel off, revealing her scantily-clad body. She wore a set of frilly black French lace knickers that seductively clung to her hips and unravelled with a frill at her thighs. The matching bra pushed her petite bosom up as if already moulded to fit Chaise's open hands.
‘Pudding,’ she replied, lifting her knee up as she spoke while revealing Chaise’s stainless steel razor in her hand.
Chaise’s eyes lit up and he caught his own gasp. ‘Whaddaya mean, pudding?’
‘Pudding,’ she
said. ‘I need a bit of a trim, babe,’ Julie placed the razor down toward her waist. ‘You’ll help me make a tidy job, won’t you?’
Chaise grinned and eagerly took up the razor. The effect of her proposition was already hijacking his body. His lips were rapidly drying up and the pulse in his neck surged to a steady beat.
‘And what makes you think you’re not the main course?’
‘With your appetite, I’d be the entrée as well!’ she scoffed.
Chaise smirked, ‘Touché hun, now lie down and let me prepare my feast.’
Julie lay back onto the bed under his instruction. Her pale flesh gleamed like a beacon from beneath the intricate lace pattern of her brassiere and her anticipation was evident with her perky nipples rising toward the heavens.
Chaise bent forward and placed his hands upon her waist. ‘These won’t be necessary for now…’ He inserted his thumbs into the elastic waistband of her panties and slowly drew them off over her thighs, calves, and finally her ankles.
Julie’s sex throbbed as his hands passed over her feet. She propped her leg upward and her moist folds gently unravelled, exposing her sensual shallows to his passionate gaze. She adored the ember in his eye whenever he looked at her like this. It was such a subtle response on his behalf, but all so powerful as it took possession of her body.
Chaise squirted a bulb of thick shaving foam into his palm. Teasingly he placed it upon Julie’s navel, slowly smearing the cool foam across her pelvis. She winced with pleasure, her skin goose-bumped and nerves pricked as he continued to apply the remaining foam down over her body. Then his razor touched her upper groin, sending her sex into a throbbing frenzy as she waited for the first swipe.
The blade was fresh and it cut purposefully into her thinly spread mat of hair. It left a crisp and sparkling clean path behind it and her flesh tingled as it became exposed to the air. Each swipe ignited her desire further still and she secretly bit her lip to disguise her excitement.
Chaise’s excitement, however, was a lot harder to disguise with his fully erect cock pressing hard against his jeans. He paused and adjusted himself to one side for comfort before continuing with another swipe across Julie’s skin. He skilfully navigated the delicate curves and crevices of her body. His thumb carefully stretched her skin out and tucked her most sensitive private parts away from injury.
The foam blob slowly swirled around and reduced with every swipe as Chaise wiped the blade clean on his towel.
Julie had closed her eyes to savour every stroke across her body. She paused and opened her eyes to watch Chaise carefully manoeuvre the razor across her throbbing pussy.
‘Enjoying yourself?’
‘Very much so, isn’t it obvious?’
Julie raised an eye and glanced down at his crotch. ‘Oh, it’s obvious all right. It always is when you’re enjoying yourself.’
Chaise replied with a smirk and wiped the face of the razor clean one more time. ‘Well, that’s the pot calling the kettle black…’ he glanced down toward her swollen goddess.
Julie blushed and he finished with one last swipe at the crest of her labia. This time his thumb slipped into her soaking wet entrance.
He felt the tension of her slowly slide up and over his first knuckle before removing it. Julie gasped, her vocal chords squealing as she inhaled. Her ulterior motive had worked by enticing him in this manner as she had been carrying a flame inside her ever since the security guard had interrupted them that afternoon. Her goddess had been moaning all day to her, and she parted her legs to invite him inside to complete the job.
Chaise unbuttoned his jeans and propped himself up between her thighs. He nibbled her nipples with his lips, gently biting them as they stood to attention, but how she wanted him inside her. Julie’s hands travelled down his spine and pulled him in closer until she felt his hardness pressing against her.
The tip of his cock fell to one side. Unsatisfied, she released and pulled him again, shuffling her arse to the side in order to capture him. She was frustrated, it was like bobbing for apples with his thick cock bobbing about on her surface. She needed him to dive inside her depths.
Without further thought she grabbed him and plunged his length into her throbbing pussy. Her fingers were caught between their bodies as he filled her void with his thick cock, his buttocks barely protruding out of his pants as he filled her to the brim. Such was the urge of his lust as he surged forward to kiss Julie’s arching neck, his buttocks tightened up as he proceeded to plunge further into her body, resting only when his hips touched hers.
He forced her fingers into her own body where they found her hardened bud. Frantically she rubbed herself as he continued to fuck her harder and deeper. Her flame burst into a wildfire as he threw his body into hers, forcing her fingers into her clit with every thrust until finally she couldn’t hold on any longer.
‘Oh my, Chaise!’ Julie’s fingers clenched tight, seizing the bed sheets as he fucked her with such intensity her entire body was being forced up toward the headboard. With a sudden jerk and clench of his buttocks and torso, he gave out a loud groan of satisfaction which continued as he withdrew from her.
‘Ohh b-b-baby!’ Chaise stuttered and moaned as his body betrayed him. He fell to the side and trembled as waves of ecstasy overcame him. He lay there breathless and panting heavily to recover beside Julie, who gently kissed him on his forehead and held him close to her heart amidst the fading evening sunlight.
7
Chaise’s fingers flicked across the screen of his phone as he waited patiently for Julie to emerge from the bedroom. He had just begun to watch a video when Julie’s shapely figure crept into view from the corner of his eye.
Chaise looked up and smiled. ‘You’re…simply gorgeous!’ he remarked, admiring her from head to toe.
Her long auburn hair was tied up in a crown braid that ran across her brow. She wore a long emerald green evening dress that trickled down to her ankles with a wide vee-cut in the front that tracked down from her shoulder toward her bosom where a dark green broach held the bunched bodice together. The back of the dress had sparkling silver straps decorated with Swarovski crystals that were intertwined together in an intricate pattern that spiralled down to her buttocks.
Her creamy white complexion sparkled as she gave a little twirl. Chaise admired her shapely figure as she twirled and danced in front of him.
‘I hope this isn’t an overkill for tonight?’
‘Definitely not! It’s a killer outfit.’
Julie smiled and kissed him on the cheek. ‘You’re such a sweetheart.’
Chaise grabbed a travel bag from the couch. ‘I have our toga costumes here, let’s hit the road,’ he took her hand and led her outside to the car.
‘Who else is coming?’ Julie inquired.
‘Just the usual gang. Carl, of course – he’s coming with his lab assistant. Lisa.’
‘Lab assistant?’ she raised her eyebrow. ‘Who do you think you’re kidding?’
‘What are you talking about?’
‘I’ve heard about this girl. She is his pet. An experiment if you wish, beckoning to his every need and whim.’
‘Well, you might be right there, but she volunteered and agreed to help him out. Besides, you’ve just described yourself in some respect.’
Julie paused for a moment to think of a valid retort when he continued. ‘I’ve also invited Ben, Ali, Kristoff, Gigi, Tim, Savannah, Rex and Maggie.’
‘I’m sorry, Maggie?’
‘Yeah, I haven’t met her yet. Rex hooked up with her a couple of weeks ago down at The Rule. I’m sure you’ll get along just fine with her.’
Julie smirked.
She remembered being the new girl in the group years ago. ‘Oh yeah. I’m sure I saw them that night in the garden bar. Rex was pulling out all the moves on her. I wondered how it all worked out.’
‘Very well, apparently. Rex hasn’t filled me in on all the details, but she’s a bit of a wild-child by the sound of it.’
‘Uh-huh, you boys been sharing secrets again?’
‘Not really, but you know me. I need to know everything about the people in my life. And no detail is too intimate either, that’s why I think you’ll get along with her.’
‘What makes you think that?’
‘She’s bi.’
Julie blushed and squirmed in her seat as Chaise slowed down and turned right into Bell Street. It was a narrow one-way road with a dozen quaint retail stores on the side. There was limited parking available in front of each store, including a five-minute loading zone outside his favourite wine store.
He parked the car and dashed inside to purchase a bottle of wine and dashed back to the car.
‘Sorted!’ he proudly boasted, displaying the label to Julie.
‘Aldo Rainoldi Inferno…’ she recited. ‘Another Italian drop?’
‘You’ve never been bothered by Italian drops’ before,’ he winked.
‘Ha-ha!’ mocked Julie with a lick of her lips. ‘When’s my next drop coming from an Italian then?’
‘Sooner that you think,’ he leant over and kissed her upon the lips.
‘That’s not the kind of drop I was talking about.’
Chaise smiled and drove off toward the end of the street. ‘By the way, Rex is throwing a together for us after graduation.’
Julie felt like changing the subject, ‘Sounds good. So…Carl and Lisa. Are they a thing?’
‘Lisa? Nah, doubtful. He wouldn’t get involved with a girl from another country like that. Not at this stage of the term at least.’
‘And yet, here we are…’ Julie muttered.
This conversation was going from bad to worse and butterflies had started to gather in her stomach, fluttering whenever the topic involved end of term preparations.
‘What?’
‘Nothing. Carry on.’
‘She’s in his chemistry class. Apparently he’s been seeing her for a few weeks now, and she’s been very helpful in the lab.’
