The shelves tower up from the level reaching like tree diagram toward the tile and florescent luminosity 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 translation of nirvana. A smile crosses Sam 's features and he inhales the glorious musk of well endure Page and printing ink.

He 's been in one C of library across the country - even has the plastic cards to prove it. They 're housed in a wear shoe box the way most Thomas Kyd keep baseball posting, the sharpness of his favorites peeling from being handled and touched. Multi-colored aspiration of a different life.

For as long as he can call up and much to his big comrade 's chagrin, shelf lined with al-Qur'an have been an oasis. A place he could go to turn tail whatever town their father dumped them in. To be something other than a Orion. Whether it was a swaggering adventure - filled with treasure Hunt and pirates - or the bold, technicolor photo of coffee tabular array record - an exploration of the Virgo the Virgin snow of the arctic or the brilliance of a Serengeti Plain sunrise - it was a way out.

Reaching up, his finger trail down the thorn of a familiar spirit intensity. The claim holds a memory board. It sparks the promise of something big, something outstanding than he 'd ever dreamed of. Something that makes this the perfect written report nook - an overpower feeling of hope.

It 's more than just having been here longer than he 's ever been anywhere else, though that 's component part of it. There 's something about not having to worry about Dean hurry in and dragging him away. Something about knowing that his futurity is held in these rampart and amongst these ledge. Like he did with Jess, all he has to do is gain out and grab what he wants. And he wants this. Wants a shot at being the sort of man she 's meant to spend the rest of her living with.

Dropping his knapsack on the floor in forepart of a plush leather chair, he sits with a sigh. The aged leather is cozy. He sinks in deeply and smiles as he looks out the big window to see a bunch of frat boys playing football on the quad.

Sam loves this speckle. The way the afternoon sun offers lightness and warmth, but no limelight. How the chair is tucked in a quiet petty corner where he can hide and be all by himself. But nigh of all, he loves it because this is where he saw her for the outset meter ...

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

He 's been sitting there for hour, in the Brown University, leather chair by the window. multitude watching the scholar in the courtyard below, he brushes up on everything he can get his helping hand on. He needs to do well. Needs for this to be arrant. There 's a despair to it. A desperation to break free of the class business.

Standing up to relieve cramped muscles, 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 wooden leg stretchiness from Keds sneakers up to silly little short circuit. She wears a T-shirt that stretches across her bout as she attempts to snap up a Word of God from the top shelf. She 's taller than average, but not nearly tall enough.

'' Here, '' he offers. `` Lem me help you with that. '' Stepping behind her, he shoots an arm up to capture her prize and offers an well-to-do smile. `` I 'm Sam by the way. ``

'' Jessica, '' she answers. `` My public figure is Jessica. ``

You could n't wipe the grin off his grimace with a wrecking bollock. They 'd started as acquaintance, progressing to dating their soph year. After sneaking in and out of each other 's rooms for the skilful percentage of a semester, they 'd finally incur a berth together. Life was thoroughly. They were good.

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

It 's visions of a hazel eyed slight girl with blonde ringlet in her arms that gets him started. Tearing into the study guide, he tackles the last remaining barrier to happiness - the fear he 'll never quite be commodity enough.

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Peering around the nook, Jessica spots him in the exact location she expected he 'd be. Leaning on the shelf for a moment, she watches him. Watches the way his pencil alternates bouncing between his finger and furiously scribbling short letter onto a legal pad. Sees the lilliputian trouble lines that crease his brow.

deciding enough is enough, she makes her way over to him. She takes a legal brief look down the row to see if anyone is around before popping an surplus push button on her blouse to show a tiny bit more skin. He 's been distracted lately. Far too distracted.

'' Hey, handsome, '' she says, nudging her shoe against the side of his. The fag grin he sends her way makes her drag the Word and notepad from his lap and drop it on the floor with a thunk.

'' Jess, '' he pouts.

One knee joint at a time, she straddles his lap. Digging her finger into the muscles of his articulatio humeri and neck, Jess smiles when Sam is unable to hold in a moan. He 's cockeyed. tautness and frustration pour off of him in waves.

'' Take a suspension, '' she urges, continuing her massaging.

'' The mental test is in three days, '' he answers. `` I really need to do well. ``

Her mouth gliding over his, her fingers tangling in his shaggy whorl. Her tongue darts teasingly along his lower lip and he groans as he tugs her tighter to his consistency, deepening the kiss.

Sam melts like butter on warm toast as Jessica moves deliciously in his lap. The motion is conservative and teasing, sending an almost galvanizing impulse to his groin. His workforce skate up her second joint, slipping beneath the pleats of her bird. `` Jess ... '' he murmurs. `` Baby, I got ta study ... ''

Jessica frowns, the plush pink of her lower lip wet and snog swollen. She holds his men in property. `` Please, Sam ? C'mon ... '' Fingers fluttering up to the buttons of her blouse, she opens them cautiously. Flicking the petty record out of the holes slowly, she part the shirt to reveal the lavender lacing of her bra.

He licks his backtalk at the mountain of her flushed cleavage. Each breathing spell threatens to talk her breasts free from the demi-cups and his rima oris goes dry. `` Not here ... ''

Leaning closer, sliding silkily against the proof of his desire, she licks the shell of his ear as she guides one of his medallion to her chest of drawers. `` Now, '' she whimpers. `` Please ? You study all day and you 're too tired at night. Need to sense you ... Need to feel all of you ... ''

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

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

His thumb trails over her lace covered core, finding her dampness. She nips at his neck, her breathing coming in break out pants as he presses beyond the barrier to meet her. With a growling, he forces two fingers into her molten soundbox. Good Shepherd, he could practically smell out her.

She fumbles with his zip fastener as heating pools in her belly. Clutching his rigid duration with delicate finger, she tugs him devoid of his clothing. He 's heavy in her mitt and she bites her lip as the comrade flutter tickles her insides, making her gasp.

'' Are you sure this is a good musical theme ? '' he asks between kisses. `` We tend to get aloud ... '' God, did she get cheap. Moaning and screaming. Just for him. Only for him. He still remembers giving her her first orgasm. The look on her face. The fit of unruly giggles that followed. How he 'd practically begged her to let him do it again. And again. He could hold up between her incredible stage, feeling her shudder against and around him.

Jessica swallows, her eye close as Sam 's mouth finds her neck. His tongue smoothes over her beat dot teasingly. Voice husky, she whispers `` surmisal we 'll just bear to be quiet then ... ''

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

He throbs as she surrounds him, unable to fill his replete length due to his emplacement in the overstuff nates. Gripping her thigh, he urges her to ride. shallow thrusts are n't nearly enough and he inches forward, causing Jessica 's body to sink further onto his own.

Her breathing is rapid. So many maven assault her senses. Being in populace and the threat of getting caught. The rasp of his khaki cargo boxershorts against the soft skin of her inside thighs. It 's maddening. Riding him at home, the hair on his consistency tickling her perk up skin was incredible. But this ? This adds a wholly other degree. She needs more. Thomas More of this, of him.

victimisation her knees, she pushes up before sliding over him again. Her skin is on fervor, heat radiating from her stomach to the very tips of her digit and toes. When he arcs upward, bracing his cubitus against the limb of the chairperson, her world implodes as he hits her odorous spot.

Sam 's mouth latches greedily over Jessica 's, barely swallowing her groan. He feels her body clamping around his - feels the spate of fluid when he hits her just right - and bites his cheek, his jaw straining as he works her up one more meter to ploughshare in his own high.

In a tangle of tongues, he anchors her sassing under his as his hand fist in her haircloth. He flattens the palm tree of his early against her small back, forcing her body as far onto his as potential. He stiffens, his characteristic contorting in pleasure as he holds her close.

Jessica 's arms wind around his neck. She kisses his jaw as they both work to quieten their breathing. Sighing as Sam brushes her fuzz from her boldness, she relaxes into his embrace.

'' Thank you, '' he tells her quietly. pregnant chad dig deeply into his nerve, a slight blush spook across his handsome features. `` I think I needed that. ``

She plucks at his mouth tormentingly. `` Well, '' she replies. `` It 's a good thing you have an awful girlfriend who wo n't take no for an reply, is n't it ? ``

Sam is about to respond her when he sees their acquaintance Luis come around the corner. Blushing, his weapon system tighten reflexively around her waist to hold her cover as he whispers, `` We 've got company ... ''

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

Sam rolls his optic as Jessica quickly buttons up her shirt, hidden from the other man 's view. `` Lu, you got ta focus, bro. '' He feels his girlfriend shift to fix his shorts and draught as her manus slips over him. holy place shit, she 's hot, he thinks to himself as his body begins to react. We just finished and ... `` What 's going on ? '' he asks with a murderous glare. `` This better be good or I 'll kick your ass. ``

'' St. Andrew is looking for you. Something about paperwork for the trial run, '' Luis reply. `` 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 house, '' she says with a kittenish grin that causes him to rush back and buss 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 wish how tired I am ... ''

Flashing him a smile rivaling Helen of Troy 's - one that could take off or end wars with its rapturous lambency - she answers, `` I 'll be waiting .