The shelves tower up from the floor reaching like Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree toward the tiles and florescent lighter of the ceiling. Placed end to end, they 'd probably stretch on for miles. Miles and miles of knowledge in a single quickness. His own, personal version of heaven. A smile cross Sam 's feature and he inhales the glorious musk of well wear upon pages and printing ink.

He 's been in C of libraries across the res publica - even has the plastic posting to prove it. They 're housed in a wear shoe box the way most youngster keep baseball card game, the edges of his darling peeling from being handled and touched. multicolored dreams of a different life.

For as long as he can remember and much to his big blood brother 's chagrin, shelves lined with books have been an oasis. A spot he could go to break loose whatever town their father dumped them in. To be something other than a hunter. Whether it was a swashbuckling adventure - filled with hoarded wealth Holman Hunt and pirates - or the boldface, technicolor pic of coffee table al-Qur'an - an exploration of the Virgin snow of the Arctic Zone or the brilliance of a Serengeti Plain break of day - it was a way out.

Reaching up, his finger's breadth trail down the spine of a familiar bulk. The statute title holds a memory. It sparks the hope of something big, something greater than he 'd ever woolgather of. Something that makes this the perfect study nook - an overpowering impression of hope.

It 's more than just having been here longer than he 's ever been anywhere else, though that 's part of it. There 's something about not having to worry about Dean rushing in and dragging him away. Something about knowing that his time to come is held in these walls and amongst these shelf. Like he did with Jess, all he has to do is get hold of out and grab what he wants. And he wants this. Wants a dead reckoning at being the kind of man she 's meant to pass the rest of her spirit with.

Dropping his backpack on the story in front of a plush leather death chair, he sits with a sigh. The aged leather is cozy. He sinks in deeply and smile as he looks out the big window to see a bunch of frat son playing football on the quad.

Sam loves this fleck. The way the afternoon sun offers Christ Within and warmth, but no glare. How the chair is tucked in a quiet little corner where he can hide and be all by himself. But most of all, he loves it because this is where he saw her for the first clock time ...

It 's lately summertime. The fall semester has n't quite started yet and, for the most part, the library is vacate. Sam is settling into being on his own. doubtfulness of how to manage without his dad and his big brother is waning. Standing up for himself had been ... right.

He 's been sitting there for hours, in the Robert Brown, leather chairwoman by the window. mass watching the students in the courtyard below, he brushes up on everything he can get his hands on. He needs to do well. Needs for this to be perfect. There 's a despair to it. A desperation to go free of the family business.

Standing up to free cramped muscle, he turns to see a blonde standing on tip-toe. Long waves tied back in a ponytail, her skin is lightly sun-kissed and her mile-long legs stretch from Keds sneakers up to ridiculous piffling shortstop. She wears a tee shirt that stretches across her bout as she attempts to grab a record from the top shelf. She 's marvelous than average, but not nearly tall enough.

'' Here, '' he offers. `` Lem me assist you with that. '' Stepping behind her, he shoots an arm up to becharm her swag and offers an easy smile. `` I 'm Sam by the way. ``

'' Jessica, '' she answers. `` My name is Jessica. ``

You could n't wipe the grinning off his cheek with a wrecking globe. They 'd started as friends, progressing to dating their sophomore yr. After sneaking in and out of each other 's rooms for the better part of a semester, they 'd finally engender a situation together. lifespan was good. They were good.

Somehow a little extra studying for the LSATs - grabbing for a scholarship that would keep him here with her - does n't seem so bad. He 's always worked unvoiced on his schoolwork, but this is for her security. This is so he can give her and the children he hopes they 'll one day share all the things he did n't have.

It 's visions of a hazel eyed footling little girl with blonde ringlets in her arms that gets him started. Tearing into the subject template, he tackles the net remaining roadblock to happiness - the fear he 'll never quite be good enough.

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Peering around the corner, Jessica spots him in the exact positioning she expected he 'd be. Leaning on the shelf for a present moment, she watches him. Watches the way his pencil alternates bouncing between his digit and furiously scribbling banknote onto a legal pad. Sees the tiny trouble lines that crease his brow.

Deciding enough is decent, she makes her way over to him. She takes a legal brief smell down the row to see if anyone is around before popping an excess clit on her blouse to show a bantam bit more skin. He 's been distracted lately. Far too distracted.

'' Hey, handsome, '' she says, nudging her horseshoe against the side of his. The weary grinning he sends her way makes her drag out the book and notepad from his lap and drop it on the storey with a thunk.

'' Jess, '' he pouts.

One articulatio genus at a time, she straddles his lap. Digging her fingers into the muscles of his shoulder and neck, Jess smiles when Sam is ineffective to defy in a moan. He 's blotto. Tension and frustration pour off of him in waves.

'' involve a rupture, '' she urges, continuing her massaging.

'' The run is in three Clarence Day, '' he answers. `` I really involve to do well. ``

Her oral fissure soaring over his, her fingers tangling in his shaggy locks. Her clapper darts teasingly along his crushed lip and he groans as he tugs her tighter to his body, deepening the kiss.

Sam melts like butter on warm toast as Jessica moves deliciously in his lap. The gesture is timid and teasing, sending an almost electrical pulse to his groyne. His helping hand skate up her second joint, slipping beneath the pleat of her chick. `` Jess ... '' he murmurs. `` Baby, I got ta study ... ''

Jessica frowns, the plush pinko of her crushed lip wet and kiss swollen. She holds his custody in spot. `` Please, Sam ? C'mon ... '' Fingers fluttering up to the buttons of her blouse, she opens them cautiously. Flicking the little disk out of the hole slowly, she parts the shirt to reveal the lavender lace of her bra.

He licks his lips at the sight of her red segmentation. Each breath threatens to talk her breasts free from the demi-cups and his mouth goes dry. `` Not here ... ''

list closer, sliding silkily against the substantiation of his desire, she licks the scale of his ear as she guides one of his medal to her chest. `` Now, '' she whimpers. `` Please ? You study all day and you 're too tired at night. Need to finger you ... Need to find all of you ... ''

'' Jessica ... '' Embarrassingly, it leaves his mouth in a squeak. `` What if we get caught ? ``

'' We wo n't ... '' she promises, shaking her head as her eyes darken to almost black with lust.

His ovolo trails over her lace covered nitty-gritty, finding her dampness. She nips at his cervix, her breathing coming in violate pants as he presses beyond the roadblock to touch her. With a growl, he forces two fingers into her thaw consistence. the Nazarene, he could practically smell her.

She fumbles with his zipper as heat pocket billiards in her belly. Clutching his inflexible length with ticklish fingers, she tugs him give up of his clothing. He 's toilsome in her hand and she bites her lip as the familiar flutter tickles her insides, making her gasp.

'' Are you sure this is a honest thought ? '' he asks between kisses. `` We tend to get gaudy ... '' God, did she get loud. Moaning and screaming. Just for him. Only for him. He still remembers giving her her beginning orgasm. The feel on her font. The fit of ungovernable giggles that followed. How he 'd practically begged her to let him do it again. And again. He could live between her incredible peg, feeling her shudder against and around him.

Jessica swallows, her eyes closing as Sam 's mouth finds her cervix. His tongue smoothes over her pulsate full stop teasingly. phonation Eskimo dog, she whispers `` Guess we 'll just have to be quiet then ... ''

Scrambling, they fumble with the transparency condom packet. The wrapper quickly discarded, it slips between the shock and the arm of the death chair, grounds of their rendezvous that would be found later by janitorial staff.

He throbs as she surrounds him, unable to accept his full distance due to his stead in the overstuffed derriere. Gripping her thigh, he urges her to devolve on. shoal thrusts are n't nearly enough and he inches forward, causing Jessica 's body to fall off further onto his own.

Her breathing is rapid. So many hotshot assault her gumption. Being in public and the threat of getting caught. The rasp of his khaki cargo shorts against the lenient peel of her interior thigh. It 's maddening. Riding him at home, the hair on his consistence tickling her aroused skin was incredible. But this ? This adds a whole other level. She needs more than. More of this, of him.

Using her genu, she pushes up before sliding over him again. Her skin is on fire, heat radiating from her venter to the very tips of her fingers and toes. When he arcs upward, bracing his elbows against the arms of the chair, her mankind implodes as he hits her sweet spot.

Sam 's backtalk latches greedily over Jessica 's, barely swallowing her moan. He feels her body clamping around his - feels the flush of fluid when he hits her just rightfulness - and bites his buttock, his jaw straining as he works her up one More meter to parcel in his own high.

In a tangle of tongues, he anchors her sassing under his as his hand fist in her hairsbreadth. He flattens the thenar of his other against her lower back, forcing her body as far onto his as potential. He stiffens, his characteristic contorting in pleasure as he holds her close.

Jessica 's weaponry wind around his neck. She kisses his jaw as they both work to cool off their breathing. Sighing as Sam brushes her hair from her face, she relaxes into his embrace.

'' Thank you, '' he tells her quietly. pregnant chad dig deeply into his buttock, a slight blush creeps across his handsome feature article. `` I think I needed that. ``

She plucks at his lips tormentingly. `` Well, '' she replies. `` It 's a good affair you have an amazing girlfriend who wo n't rent no for an answer, is n't it ? ``

Sam is about to answer her when he sees their friend Luis come around the corner. Blushing, his weapon system tighten reflexively around her waist to give her cover as he whispers, `` We 've got fellowship ... ''

Luis laughs heartily. `` Dude, you are so tear ... '' he teases. `` Makin'out with your young woman in the library ? You 're doin'me proud, Sam. Really proud. Like I should take Monique up here and ... ''

Sam rolls his eyes as Jessica quickly buttons up her shirt, hidden from the early man 's panorama. `` Lu, you got ta focusing, bro. '' He feels his lady friend shimmy to fix his shorts and swig as her hand teddy over him. Holy motherfucker, she 's hot, he thinks to himself as his body begins to respond. We just finished and ... `` What 's going on ? '' he asks with a murderous glare. `` This wagerer be good or I 'll kick your ass. ``

'' Andrews is looking for you. Something about paperwork for the mental test, '' Luis answers. `` Thought you 'd wan na know ... ''

Sam looks at Jessica and gives her a quick peck as they both scramble to get up. Pressing a kiss to her temple, he breathes, `` I got ta go ... ''

'' See you at home, '' she says with a kittenish smiling that causes him to look sharp back and kiss her thoroughly. `` Get outta here, will you ? ``

'' You. Me. Tonight. '' He smirks, gesturing between them as he joins Luis at the end of the aisle. `` I do n't like how bore I am ... ''

Flashing him a smiling rivaling Helen of Troy 's - one that could start or end warfare with its rhapsodic glow - she answers, `` I 'll be waiting .