by Ava Frost
What a fucking pig, “You can’t be serious,” she said wide-eyed, “that borders on sexual harassment.”
“I don’t give a fuck what it is, but the way I see it, you don’t want anyone to know about you and Marshall or the fact that he fucked you, I mean honestly, just think what Samantha will do to you.”
Delia took a shaky breath and pinched the bridge of her nose. Why the hell did she ever go, of all the bad choices she ever made in her life, going to that party topped her list of things never to do again, and as if it wasn’t bad enough that she had to avoid Marshall, now she had some perverted pig after her.
“Hey Brian, looks like you lost your way man,” Marshall said as he came to stand next to the table.
“Nope, I was just asking Delia to help me with French,” he lied without a single blink.
“Is he bothering you Delia?” Marshall asked, ignoring Brian.
She glared at Brian who kept his eyes fixed on hers, and then she feigned a smile, “No, it’s fine; he just needs a little help. Thank you though,” and then she scooted out of her seat, “Well if you’ll excuse me, I need to run.”
“See you later Delia!” Brian called after her and she cringed. He was a sly low life who preyed on the weak and she was his latest victim.
At twenty three as a third year English Major student working towards her degree in Linguistics and Humanities, she was appalled that she found herself in such a predicament. And as she made her way to the library she couldn’t help but wonder how this would turn out. She could go and meet Brian after the last class, do what he asks and get her panties back, or she could ignore his request and face the inevitable downfall of her dignity.
“Ump! I’m sor…” she apologized.
“Look where you’re going,” Samantha snapped and tossed her hair back over her shoulders.
“I said I’m sorry,” Delia said and sidestepped her to get past, but Samantha blocked her way.
“I hear you had a rather good time on Friday night, Brian huh?”
“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
The bastard had already started to spread lies, she thought angrily.
“Oh, so it’s not true then? Pity, the two of you would suit each other perfectly on the loser bench,” she started but her attention was immediately distracted as she looked up ahead past Delia, “Marshall!” she squeaked and waved, shoving her way past Delia.
What a bitch, Delia thought but refused to look back, for one she wouldn’t waste a breath on the likes of Samantha, and secondly the less she saw of Marshall the better.
By the time her last class came to an end she was a nervous wreck, she contemplated telling Aiden about Brian, but that meant she would have to come clean about Marshall and who knows how pissed he would be knowing that his best friend slept with his sister. It’s not as if Aiden hadn’t warned her about the guys on the football team, being one of the team he obviously had first-hand experience of exactly what they all got up to, he knew the best and the worst of the team.
She chewed her lips as she approached the gym, and although the hallway was deserted for the most part, it felt like every pair of eyes still floating about the college was on her. Maybe she could convince him to change his mind and speak to his inner gentleman; the one she always believed lay dormant in most men today. If she could just make him see the error of his ways, they can settle this in a different manner.
With trembling hands she pushed the doors open, the lights were off and the gymnasium had this eerie feel to it, her heels clicked on the spring-wood floor boards as she walked further in. With her heart in her throat she had no idea where exactly to meet him, and there was no way on this planet or the next that she would call him. She walked around the back of the stands, wondering if he was waiting there, and when she didn’t see any sign of life, she let out a relieved sigh, hoping he had changed his mind. She quickly turned around only to come face to face with Marshall.
“I believe you’re looking for these,” he said and took her hand, crumbling her panties inconspicuously into her fist.
She felt the heat rise to her cheeks as it radiated from where his hand was enclosed over her fist and was more than grateful for the lack of light. But she was slightly confused as to why Marshall was here. Surely he was not part of this plot Brian devised to blackmail her?
“Where’s Brian?” she asked narrowing her eyes.
“Taken care of, why didn’t you tell me what he was planning on doing?” he asked, his hand still wrapped around her fist.
She tugged her hand free and shoved her panties into her bag, “I could handle it myself,” she said avoiding his gaze.
“Sure doesn’t look that way, what were you going to do if he was here waiting?”
“I-I don’t know, I would have figured it out, how did you know?”
He crossed his arms and stood with his feet shoulder width apart as he studied her, “I made him confess after you left the cafeteria. I knew the moment he went to sat down with you that he was up to no good.”
“Oh okay,” she said and shifted her weight uncomfortably, she wasn’t sure if Marshall knew where the panties were lost in the first place or how Brian got his dirty hands on them. Did he even remember what happened on Friday night?
Marshall was furious once he got the truth out of Brian. Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t even bother with what that lowlife was up to, but the fact that he was trying to blackmail Delia was low. He was going to just take off and let this whole incident pass, with Brian never bugging Delia again, her panties safe and sound, out of public view and her virtue intact. But as he was about to leave the changing rooms he heard the soft clicking of heels and couldn’t help himself. At least he could show her that he was not the complete jerk she thought he was.
“About Friday night…” he started and noticed her intake of breath. She knew exactly what went down, he realized.
“I’d rather not discuss it,” she interrupted and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Sure, I just… well I actually just wanted to apologize, I guess we were both pretty drunk so, your secret is safe with me.”
The way she raised her brows caught him off guard, did he say something wrong? “What I meant to say was…”
“Don’t say another word, like you said, we were both drunk.”
Her tight lipped smile and the way she tilted her chin convinced him that he had said the wrong thing, but it was too late to recover now, she had already shoved past him and was on her way out of the gym. He contemplated going after her, but then decided against it. Maybe it was better to let sleeping dogs lie. He was definitely not in her league, she was an intellectual girl, and he was a physical guy, and she wasn’t his type anyway, not to mention the fact that he was her brother’s best friend. That little technicality that would be a major stumbling block. But even as he tried to convince himself that it didn’t matter, he knew he was fooling no one.
Chapter 4
The week had gone by incident free as far as Brian, he avoided Delia at all costs, and every time he saw her he changed directions. Whatever Marshall did to him was a good a guess as any, but whatever it was, it worked. She also hadn’t seen much of Marshall, but that did not stop her from looking for him in the crowded university hallways, she could have sworn he was avoiding her as well.
It was Friday afternoon, with a stack of books she still needed to file away she decided to stay in and finish what she started. She hated coming on a Monday morning with left over work from the Friday, besides, the Library was the only place she could really relax and she really needed the distraction.
With her music blaring in her ears she was completely oblivious to her surroundings and with most students having gone home for the weekend the grounds were pretty much deserted. So there was no need for her to man the front desk. She looked at the reference of the book in hand and then up at the shelf towering before her, “You belong right at the top,” she said as if the book was
alive, and then pulled a small two tier step ladder closer, “up you go.”
As she stood on her tip toes to try and shove the book into the relevant space, she felt a pair of hands wrap around her waist and lift her up so that she could easily slip the book in, but her breath hitched and as the owner of the helping hands lowered her she slowly turned around.
“Marshall, what… the library is closed, I’m sure I locked the doors behind me,” she said as she stood towering above him still.
“You should be more careful, the doors were not locked,” he said and smiled, “I wanted to come see if you needed any help.”
Delia frowned and tilted her head sideways, “I’m confused, you’ve never even spoken to me before, and in less than two weeks you’ve come to my rescue on more than one occasion.”
He smiled up at her and she swallowed, “I guess it’s harder staying away than I expected.”
She rolled her eyes and moved to get off the stool but as she did, the bench tipped and she lost her balance. Marshall was quick to react and caught her, but when he lowered her to the ground he didn’t let her go and suddenly she found it hard to take a controlled breath. His face was so close to hers she could see the fine lines that creased on either side of his mouth, and the flecks of amber that made his hazel eyes almost cat like.
“I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind,” he whispered, but in the library it sounded like a loud speaker.
Delia could barely contain herself, she refused to allow herself feel anything for Marshall, things were simply too complicated. And two weeks since their unforgettable night together she had just started to come to the realization that it was never more than a one night stand. But now where she stood before him she could feel what his closeness did to her body. Her nipples grew taut against her silk blouse, and a quiver of need shook her to her core. Every nerve ending in her body had sprouted electrical currents from one to the other making her entire body tremble. His lips moved closer and she stood frozen in place, but she was in no position to stop what was about to happen. She wanted him to kiss her, and she wanted to kiss him back. Her lips parted and as she let out a breath, Marshall groaned and crushed his lips against hers, his kiss was hard and fierce, and her own resolve crumbled as she parted her lips. Their tongues danced together as they kissed and when Marshall’s hands moved down over her back to tug her blouse free from her pencil skirt she quivered with anticipation. She could feel his arousal press against her stomach as he held her close and for a moment she hesitated. That was until his rough large hands cupped her lace covered breasts.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered as he tore his lips away from hers leaving her panting, “I’ve replayed the night at my place over and over in my mind, driving myself insane.”
“Really?” was all she managed to say, for the life of her she couldn’t see what he saw in her. She was a simple, mousy girl with no life who hid behind her books.
“Really,” he said and his eyes lit up as he tweaked her nipples between his forefinger and his thumb, “Are you expecting any other visitors?” he asked as he hooked his fingers into the top of her bra, pulling the lace down until her breasts spilled over into his hands.
She swallowed and shook her head, she was rendered speechless and words that may find their way across the threshold of her lips would not make any sense at this point.
“Good,” he said and smirked as he slipped one hand behind her back, tilting her and lowering his head to suck one nipple after the other into his mouth.
“Oh dear god,” she cried out in a hushed tone as she dug her fingers into his biceps.
Her body was on fire, she was practically smashing it with Marshall Davidson in the library, it was utterly shameless, but she couldn’t help herself. The exhilarating feeling from doing something so naughty was like a drug, one she could get addicted to much quicker than she ever thought.
“Fuck Delia, I don’t know how I managed to stay away this long,” he whispered as he reached down to pull her skirt up to her waist, “but if you want me to stop, just say the word.”
Did he actually ask her permission this time? As far as she recalled the last time they both just fell into each other.
“No, I mean yes, I want…” she stuttered.
He reached for his pants, unzipping them, and then he took her hand and brought it down to cup him. His cock was rock hard but as smooth as velvet, she could feel the damp droplet of precum smear on the inside of her palm. This is just all too much to handle, she thought as she squeezed him.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered in her hair as he ground his hips against her palm.
“I want you inside me,” she moaned as she met his intense eyes.
That was all he needed. He slipped his hand between her legs and tugged her panties aside, then dragged one finger along her wetness. Her legs threatened to fail her, but just as she was about to collapse from sheer pleasure, Marshall lifted her in his arms and backed her up against the bookshelf.
“How badly do you want this?” he asked as his cock pressed against her folds.
Incapable of speaking she used her shoulders to push her hips forward, “Please…” was all she managed. She had never experience such intense pleasure before, and if she thought a few weeks ago was as good as it got, she was sorely mistaken.
The inner whore she never thought existed was rearing her head and the way Marshall spoke to her, demanding her to tell him what she wanted, was driving her insane.
“Do you want me to fuck you here in the library?” he said in a strained voice.
“Y-yes,” she replied, her core aching for him.
He leaned in closer as his cock poked at her entrance, “I want to fuck you until you can hardly walk,” he said and she quivered. She never had anyone talk so dirty to her and what he was doing was beyond anything she ever imagined.
“I want you to feel me when I drive my cock deep into this wet pussy of yours, and I want you to realize that you’ll be mine,” he continued.
For a moment Samantha’s face surfaced and she wondered if he did the same to her, but then he kicked his hips forwards and drove his entire length deep into her.
All coherencies fled and as he thrusted into her she met him with her own hips rocking back and forth with her legs wrapped around his back, clasped by the ankles. She lost all common sense and even as the book shelf shook she couldn’t stop. His shirt grazed against her breasts, as he kissed her while he trusted relentlessly, even steady strokes at first and then more erratic ones, she knew he was getting close to his climax and so was she. The way he angled his hips with every thrust, hit her right where it mattered and every time he drove forward, her entire body tingled.
The entire experience of having sex in the university’s library was exhilarating, and as fireworks started to explode, she came, but instead of crying out his name she threw herself forward and bit his shoulder. He carried on thrusting, his fingers digging into her butt cheeks and then he groaned and buried his face in her hair. She could feel him pulsating as he filled her with his hot essence. Thank god for birth control, she thought as she clung to him for dear life.
Eventually they both spiralled down from their euphoric high and Marshall slowly set her down on her feet. He didn’t immediately let her go either, for a moment he kissed her. It was tender and passionate; his hand cupped her cheek while he tugged her skirt down with his free hand. When he finally broke the kiss and fastened his own pants he leaned back against the opposite bookshelf.
“I want to see you again Delia.”
“What about Samantha?” the question spilled over her lips automatically.
Marshall rubbed his hands down over his face, but did not say a word and that was answer enough. Besides, even if she did agree to see him again, if Aiden found out he would paint the football field with Marshall’s blood. She had to be the reasonable one here.
“Look, it’s complicated I get it. I don’t’ really fit in with you
r crowd, anyway, if Aiden found out about this he would undoubtedly kill you.”
“We can figure something out, I just, I don’t want you to think I’m only using you for sex,” he said and reached to lace his fingers with hers.
He sounded genuinely sincere, but she knew better than to get her hopes up. Laughing softly she shook her head, “You’re over complicating things, you’re not the one-girl-only kind of guy and you know that. And honestly, I’m okay with that,” – not really – she thought, “let’s just pretend this didn’t happen”
He dropped her hand and squared his shoulders, was that hurt she saw in his eyes? But instead of making a fuss he smirked and then kissed the corner of her mouth before stepping away, and shrugged, “If that’s how you feel about it then who am I to argue?”
He left without a word further and Delia suddenly felt as if she had the wind completely knocked out of her sails. Her body still tingled and she could still taste him on her lips and smell his sandalwood scent on her skin and even though she sounded convincing even to herself, a raging storm was brewing deep down. How was she going to survive this pretence?
Chapter 5
The weekend went by and there was no sight of Marshall. He would normally come over to hang out with Aiden, but he simply stayed away, and every time she heard the droning of an engine or the doorbell rang, she raced downstairs just in case it was him. But it never was.
By the Monday morning she was grouchy and offhand with just about everyone, even Mrs. Eldridge, the senior Librarian, but she didn’t care. She should never have allowed it to happen a second time, but as she had time to think over the weekend, she came to realize that Marshall was just a player. He would stick his cock into anyone if they were willing and she was a willing fool. He didn’t care about her feelings one bit. She aimlessly walked through the corridors to her English class when someone deliberately knocked her books out of her hands.
