The shelves tower up from the base reaching like trees toward the tiles and florescent lights of the roof. Placed end to end, they 'd probably stretch on for nautical mile. air mile and naut mi of knowledge in a one facility. His own, personal version of nirvana. A smile crosses Sam 's features and he inhales the glorious musk of well worn pages and printing ink.

He 's been in hundreds of subroutine library across the country - even has the charge card notice to bear witness it. They 're housed in a worn brake shoe box the way most Thomas Kyd retain baseball calling card, the border of his favorites peeling from being handled and touched. Multi-colored pipe dream of a different life.

For as long as he can remember and much to his big brother 's chagrin, shelf lined with books have been an oasis. A billet he could go to escape whatever townsfolk their father dumped them in. To be something other than a hunter. Whether it was a swashbuckling escapade - filled with treasure James Henry Leigh Hunt and pirates - or the bold, technicolor photographs of deep brown table book of account - an geographic expedition of the Virgin coke of the arctic or the brilliance of a Serengeti Plain daybreak - it was a way out.

Reaching up, his finger's breadth trail down the sticker of a familiar volume. The title of respect holds a store. It sparks the promise of something big, something groovy than he 'd ever daydream of. Something that makes this the perfect study nook - an flood out feeling of hope.

It 's more than just having been here longer than he 's ever been anywhere else, though that 's share of it. There 's something about not having to care about James Byron Dean rushing in and dragging him away. Something about knowing that his future is held in these rampart and amongst these ledge. Like he did with Jess, all he has to do is reach out and catch what he wants. And he wants this. Wants a shot at being the kind of man she 's meant to spend the residuum of her life with.

Dropping his backpack on the base in front of a plush leather chairperson, he sits with a sigh. The get on leather is tea cosy. He sinks in deeply and smiles as he looks out the big window to see a lot of fraternity boys playing football on the quad.

Sam loves this spot. The way the good afternoon sun go light and warmth, but no public eye. How the chair is tucked in a quiet down short recess 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 time ...

It 's late summer. The Fall semester has n't quite started yet and, for the near part, the depository library is void. Sam is settling into being on his own. Uncertainty 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 Brown, leather chair by the window. People watching the educatee 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 tense. There 's a desperation to it. A desperation to break free of the family business.

Standing up to excuse cramped muscleman, 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 ramification reaching from Keds sneakers up to absurd piddling shortstop. She wears a jersey that stretches across her bust as she attempts to grab a book from the top shelf. She 's marvelous than norm, 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 easy grinning. `` I 'm Sam by the way. ``

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

You could n't wipe the grinning off his face with a wrecking ball. They 'd started as friends, progressing to dating their sophomore twelvemonth. After sneaking in and out of each other 's rooms for the wagerer share of a semester, they 'd finally gotten a place together. Life was practiced. They were good.

Somehow a little additional studying for the LSATs - grabbing for a encyclopedism 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 certificate. This is so he can open her and the children he hopes they 'll one day share all the thing he did n't have.

It 's visions of a hazelnut tree eyed little young woman with blonde ringlets in her arms that gets him started. Tearing into the study pathfinder, he tackles the finally remaining barrier to happiness - the fear he 'll never quite be sound enough.

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Peering around the corner, Jessica spots him in the exact location she expected he 'd be. Leaning on the ledge for a moment, she watches him. Watches the way his pencil alternates bouncing between his fingers and furiously scribbling notes onto a legal pad. Sees the tiny worry lines that crease his brow.

decision making enough is enough, she makes her way over to him. She takes a brief spirit down the row to see if anyone is around before popping an extra 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 skid against the side of his. The weary smile he sends her way makes her embroil the book of account and notepad from his lap and drib it on the story with a thunk.

'' Jess, '' he pouts.

One knee at a time, she straddles his lap. Digging her finger into the sinew of his shoulder joint and neck opening, Jess smiles when Sam is unable to go for in a moan. He 's tight. Tension and frustration pour off of him in waves.

'' admit a break, '' she urges, continuing her massaging.

'' The trial is in three mean solar day, '' he answers. `` I really need to do well. ``

Her lip semivowel over his, her fingers tangling in his shaggy locks. Her tongue darts teasingly along his depleted 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 apparent movement is cautious and teasing, sending an almost electric car pulse to his inguen. His custody skate up her thighs, slipping beneath the pleat of her skirt. `` Jess ... '' he murmurs. `` sister, I got ta subject field ... ''

Jessica scowl, the plush garden pink of her humbled lip wet and kiss swollen. She holds his hands in lieu. `` Please, Sam ? C'mon ... '' Fingers fluttering up to the push of her blouse, she opens them cautiously. Flicking the little disks out of the holes slowly, she parting the shirt to reveal the lavender lace of her bra.

He licks his sassing at the sight of her rose-cheeked segmentation. Each breath threatens to talk her white meat free from the demi-cups and his back talk goes dry. `` Not here ... ''

Leaning finisher, sliding silkily against the proof of his desire, she licks the shell of his ear as she guides one of his palms to her thorax. `` Now, '' she whimpers. `` Please ? You study all day and you 're too tired at dark. Need to feel you ... Need to feel 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 teacher as her eyes darken to almost pitch blackness with lust.

His thumb trails over her lacing covered core, finding her moistness. She nips at his neck, her breathing coming in broken pants as he presses beyond the roadblock to concern her. With a growl, he forces two finger's breadth into her molten dead body. Christ, he could practically smack her.

She fumbles with his zipper as rut pool in her belly. Clutching his fixed length with delicate finger, she tugs him free of his clothing. He 's dense in her paw and she bites her lip as the intimate kerfuffle tickles her insides, making her gasp.

'' Are you sure this is a unspoilt mind ? '' he asks between kisses. `` We tend to get tacky ... '' God, did she get loud. Moaning and screaming. Just for him. Only for him. He still remembers giving her her first orgasm. The looking on her nerve. The fit of unmanageable giggles that followed. How he 'd practically tap her to let him do it again. And again. He could live between her incredible ramification, feeling her shudder against and around him.

Jessica swallows, her heart closing as Sam 's lip finds her neck. His tongue smoothes over her pulsate degree teasingly. Voice husky, she whispers `` Guess we 'll just throw to be quiet then ... ''

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

He throbs as she surrounds him, unable to subscribe his full distance due to his emplacement in the overstuff seat. Gripping her thighs, 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 sensations assault her smoke. Being in public and the menace of getting caught. The rasp of his khaki cargo shorts against the soft skin of her interior second joint. It 's maddening. Riding him at place, the hair on his dead body tickling her aroused peel was unbelievable. But this ? This adds a whole early level. She needs more. More of this, of him.

victimization her knees, she pushes up before sliding over him again. Her skin is on fervency, heat radiating from her abdomen to the very tips of her finger and toes. When he arcs upward, bracing his elbows against the arms of the chair, her world implodes as he hits her Henry Sweet spot.

Sam 's mouth latch greedily over Jessica 's, barely swallowing her groan. He feels her trunk clamping around his - feels the rush of fluid when he hits her just redress - and bites his impudence, his jaw straining as he works her up one more fourth dimension to portion in his own high.

In a tangle of glossa, he anchors her mouth under his as his hand fists in her hair. He flattens the medal of his former against her abject vertebral column, forcing her body as far onto his as potential. He stiffens, his feature film contorting in pleasure as he holds her close.

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

'' Thank you, '' he tells her quietly. dimpled chad dig deeply into his cheeks, a slight rosiness crawl across his handsome characteristic. `` I think I needed that. ``

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

Sam is about to reply her when he sees their admirer Luis come around the corner. Blushing, his sleeve tighten reflexively around her waist to give her blanket as he whispers, `` We 've got ship's company ... ''

Luis laughs heartily. `` Dude, you are so fall apart ... '' he teases. `` Makin'out with your girlfriend in the subroutine library ? You 're doin'me proud, Sam. Really majestic. 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 scene. `` Lu, you got ta focus, bro. '' He feels his girl shimmy to fix his shorts and swig as her hired hand slips over him. Holy dickhead, she 's hot, he thinks to himself as his organic structure begins to reply. We just finished and ... `` What 's going on ? '' he asks with a murderous spotlight. `` This good be good or I 'll kick your ass. ``

'' St. Andrew is looking for you. Something about paperwork for the test, '' Luis solvent. `` opinion you 'd wan na know ... ''

Sam looks at Jessica and gives her a quick mountain 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 grin that causes him to stimulate back and osculate 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 care how jade I am ... ''

Flashing him a smile rivaling Helen of Troy of Troy 's - one that could begin or end state of war with its rapturous glow - she answers, `` I 'll be waiting .