I tend to wander around campus during finals, meandering through buildings that I’ve never visited during the sweet spot of **No One There** and **Still Open**. Yes, I could do this during the semester, but there’s something almost spiritual about walking through the cobblestone or marble halls of 500 year old buildings, all by yourself. Just you and the building. You and the hallways. The doors are portals to tiny worlds to be discovered. Halls are caverns that have seen riots, food fights, and (well, the 60’s DID happen) crazy orgies. And the hold their secrets to all but the best listeners.
I happen to be a very good listener, and by spring of my third year, I’d advanced to what I can only describe as a communion with the space. I didn’t just hear the rooms. I saw and even spoke with figures the rooms had held on to, in a sort of Trophy kind of way. And that third year, I even touched one.
I had left the Menhasset Agriculture complex, and was about to head to the café, when the sidewalk **literally pointed** another direction. Don’t ask about the pointing, I don’t understand it myself. But when the road you’re walking on doesn’t diverge, but rather urge, you end up at the main library.
I’d visited every year. Every semester, in fact. The library wasn’t my first skulk, but pretty damned close. So suffice to say I wasn’t exactly sure why I was been ushered here. Perhaps there was a back room? Or that dungeon we keep telling touring seniors about? No. It was the library, with books and more students than I was accustomed to seeing on my journeys. Dammit campus, I didn’t need to be wasting even more time during finals.
By the time I reached the tenth floor (Anthropology & Critical Film storage), I was over being annoyed by the campus’s little ruse, to say the least. As, just as I crossed the threshold onto the fourth floor (Study Area – Group – Quiet), a trophy student joined me. She was about my age, and a little shorter. She could have been any other student studying that day in fact, if not for her outfit that was two-hundred years out of style. Not exactly practical, her tight miniskirt and Tee certainly provided contrast to the full-body suits that are now ubiquitous. Damn she was hot. We spoke about her time at school for a while, I often flirting with her (Note To Self: yes, real people can still hear your side of the conversation, dumbass). Then she touched my hand.
Immediately she and I gasped. Three years, and I’d never done more than talk to and see the trophies. I’d later learn, that it was a solid 400 years since she’d even spoken to someone. Library life can be lonely, I take it, and after a moment of surprise, she looked me deep in the eye. Then she punched me.
“Fuck! That was supposed to be a prank!!” she cried, bending down to help me up from the marble floor.
Instead of apologizing further, and I can’t put this any other way, she zoned us. She grabbed my hand, and we both moved from the real world to what must be where Trophies live full time. Then she kissed me. Hard. And for good measure, punched me again.
It was an accident she said, totally out of excitement. I let it slide. Not that I was much concerned about getting decked by one hand, while the other was sliding down the front of my pants.
I’m no fashion critique, but I now see a unique practicality that is missing from modern clothes. I ran my hands down her back, and over her ass, as she drove her tongue down my throat. Her ass was tight, like an athlete’s. I slid my hands down and under her skirt, squeezing her ass as I raised the soft fabric. That unique practicality? They let you get right to business.
As she kissed me and pulled my shirt over my head, I held her close and touched her. Her clit was soft and wet, and she moaned as I teased. I spun her around where I could increase the intensity of my clit rubbing, and at the same time have a better view of her amazing ass. I kissed her neck as I groped a tit. She was a D, no question, so there was plenty to play with. I pinched her erect nipple and she came for the first time in half a millennium. She screamed with erotic pleasure as she came, pressing her ass into my crotch.
She took control. Teasing is great and all, and foreplay is wonderful. But she needed to get fucked asap. She slid my pants off and literally jumped into my arms, straddling me. I kissed her as I lowered her onto myself. Her wet pussy slid around my dick, and she instantly came again. Her pussy was warm and wet, and as she came, it tightened.
I sat her on a nearby table and began to fuck her in earnest. She was getting her bearings by this point, and propped herself up on the table, leaning back to enjoy the scene. She craned her head back, and her body made a perfect arc backwards, her neck and tits now shining with sweat. I lifted her legs and used her thighs as leverage to enter her more and more deeply. She moaned with every thrust. I reached around and lifted her ass, and pulled out of her. I knelt down and brought her pussy to my mouth, and tasted heaven. My tongue explored her clit, as she grabbed my hair and pulled my head closer. I teased her wet pussy with my tongue and began to rub her clit, and tasted her cum for the first time. I grabbed her body and pulled her into me with all my power. She shook with ecstasy as she came for the forth time, screaming this time.
I stood up again and entered her from behind. She matched my efforts in kind, bucking into me with every thrust. She fucked me harder and harder with each push, as I slammed my dick into her. Her ass was rock hard as I slapped it. This bit of a surprise pushed her over the ledge for the fifth time in thirty minutes. And this time, I joined her. I pulled deep into her as I came, filling her pussy with cum for what seemed like an eternity. We both yelled in delight. I held her close as we recovered, and she continued to grind.
I never heard the campus again after that day. I never saw another Trophy. Of course, I never saw her again. And, while my name isn’t on any of the buildings, or there are no library collections donated in my honor, I’m pretty sure I’m the only person to fuck the school to this day.
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