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She realized
he hadn’t come back up.
She’d lost track
of him. She looked down. He was trying to squeeze in between her
waist and the pillar, and she didn’t understand, but she let
him.

He looked up at her, and smiled, and lifted
up the front of her dress, and looked at her pussy.

Then he opened his mouth and started giving
her head.

She could
have stopped him.
He was still holding
her wrist, but not so hard she couldn’t have pulled away. He put
his other hand on her ass and pulled her forward onto his mouth and
she went, willing. Pushed forward, and leaned her face on her arm,
on the pillar, and tried to pretend they weren’t here and she
wasn’t getting eaten out and there wasn’t an audience of hundreds
nearby.

She didn’t
look around in case the audience was actually there.
Oral seemed worse than simply fucking, like it
was too private, too personal, for a seedy warehouse.

He was
good.
He ate her out exactly the way his
kissing had made her think he’d eat pussy. He drank her. He
breathed her in. Her legs felt weak, and she couldn’t think. He was
holding her up, taking some of her weight with the hand on her ass,
and she needed that because her legs weren’t working that well any
more. She tried to move her feet to balance better, but couldn’t
manage. She couldn’t make her feet work any more.

She
came.
She felt it starting, and pushed
down against him, and lost track of the world for a while. She was
pretty sure he actually had to hold her up.

When she was
done, he slid himself up, slid up between her and the pillar, and
kissed her for a while with a mouth that tasted of her.
Kissed her until her breath came back and her
knees stopped shaking.

Then he turned her around, so her back was
against the pillar, and finally let go of her wrist, and started
gently pushing her downwards.

She looked at
him, and couldn’t quite decide.
Getting
head had been bad. Being caught giving it seemed completely
undignified. She hesitated, then let him do it. Slid down into the
dark space between him and pillar, and knelt, with his hands on her
shoulders, and used both hands to undo his pants and take out his
cock.

She held
him.
He was hard, so hard he trembled
slightly in her hands, and hot like he might burn her
skin.

She glanced
around, unsure.
They were right up the
back, and no-one could see them without stepping completely into
this last few meters of space, behind the line of pillars. She had
a feeling people doing that weren’t going to be looking at her. It
was dark, too, and although it would be obvious what she was doing,
it wouldn’t be obvious it was her. Her face would be pressed
against him, hidden by his arms and body.

She put him in her mouth.

She’d meant
to go slow, to tease him, but he didn’t seem to be able to
wait.
As soon as she opened her mouth, as
he touched her lips, he lurched forward into her mouth. It gave her
a fright but was flattering.

She sucked,
and after that first lunge he was still.
Like he was holding himself there, she thought, being
careful not to thrust again and scare her. He was leaning over her,
slumping like she had. His weight was on her shoulders, pressing
down, enough she had to move her foot to balance better and hold
him up. One hand made a fist on her shoulder, rested there, and one
knee was trembling against her arm.

She sucked
his cock.
She knelt on a floor in a seedy
party with a stranger’s penis in her mouth, and tasted him, and
felt him, and hoped no-one came along and found them.

She couldn’t
really use her hands.
She needed one to
balance on her shoes, and the other to hold his pants out her way.
She did her best with just her mouth, sucking hard, her face almost
pushed into the cloth of his pants.

The taste of
him changed a little, and his knee shook a little more.
He reached down blindly, like he was trying to
find her, to grab her face or tap her shoulder or something. Either
he was about to come, or someone else had turned up and he was
trying to warn her. She could have jumped up, but it seemed a bit
late now. She didn’t really care at this point if someone was
watching.

She stayed
where she was, sucked harder, and he came.
He jerked and spurted and filled her mouth with semen, all
thick and warm and salty, more than she could manage. She
swallowed, dripped a little onto her dress and knee, did her
best.

She knelt on the floor in a crowd of people
and let a stranger shoot his load in her mouth, and was so turned
on she wanted to rub one out herself right there.

She slid back
up the pillar, and kissed him with her mouth still sticky.
He kissed her back, and didn’t seem to care. She
liked that. She always liked it when someone would kiss after a
blowjob.

She wondered
if he wanted more.
She wondered if he was
actually game to try and fuck her here, and wondering if she
would.

She was about to try and see, and then her
phone started to ring.

It was a bit annoying, vibrating in her bra,
but she supposed the timing could have been worse.

*

She didn’t
get the phone out in time.
It stopped
ringing, then beeped, said,
slut
. Nothing else. From Amanda.
Beth looked at the message, realized Amanda must know what she was
doing. She looked around, trying to find her, but couldn’t see
properly from behind the pillar.

She leaned
out the side and saw Amanda waving.
She
must have seen where Beth went.

Amanda texted
again,
we're
leaving
, and Beth waved to
her.

“
My friends,”
Beth shouted, and wasn’t sure if the guy she’d just blown
understood or not.
She looked at the
phone, looked at him, and couldn’t decide.

She showed
him the message, and made a waving gesture.
It was too loud to talk about whether he should go with
her.

He
shrugged.
Seemed a bit disappointed, but
not very much. He wouldn’t care, she thought. He’d just come in her
mouth. She quite liked the idea of swallowing him, and walking
away, and never seeing him again.

He took her
phone, and put his number in it, and she thought that was kind of
sweet.
She wasn’t going to call him,
ever, but it was nice of him to try.

She kissed
him, and he kissed back.
She kissed once
more, and then pulled free, and left.

She could
still taste him in her mouth.
She could
still feel his tongue on her body. Her undies were still in her
bra.

She followed
Amanda outside, because apparently they were sick of the place and
going to a real bar.
She ducked down an
alleyway and put her underwear back on, and Amanda spent the next
five minutes laughing at her.

The rest of
the night was dull, but Beth wandered about in a smug, happy
glow.
One of Amanda’s friends had a fight
on the phone with her boyfriend, and Amanda kept calling Beth
names, and Beth just grinned and didn’t care.

Later, when
the night was over, she walked back through town in her fuck-me
dress, barefoot in the spit and dirt of a Saturday night.
Her feet ached, and she didn’t care enough about
what she was walking on to put her shoes back on, and the pavement
was cool and scratchy and pleasant against her skin. She walked
past drunks who called out to her, and past late-shift police who
didn’t give her a glance. She walked through the cool early
summer’s dawn, the sky turning pale blue and golden, through town
and the edge of the university campus and back to her office, where
she sat and worked for most of the day.

She was still
tired and a bit hungry, but she could feel it again.
Sex had cleared her head, got her concentration
back.

She liked her
life.
Sometimes she forgot, and sometimes
she needed to do things her way to remind herself of it, but she
really liked her life. She was pleased to be her.

Beth came out the lift without looking, hurrying, reading
as she walked, carrying a pile of assignments.
There was someone waiting beside the door, but she didn’t
notice. She bumped them with her elbow, and dropped everything she
was holding. Her students’ assignments spilled all over the
floor.

It wasn’t the best way to end the
morning.

She knelt down and swore and started grabbing
at the assignments, and only then looked at the person she’d bumped
into.

She glanced up, then stopped, and just knelt
there, looking long enough to make sure.

It was the
guy.
It had been a week, and it had been
dark, but she wasn’t going to forget that easily. She was certain
it was the guy.

He was
looking at her like he recognized her too.
Was smiling, like he’d blown his load into her mouth at a
party a week ago and that was his big fucking secret. And also like
he thought he’d done pretty well when it had been his turn to try,
could get her again any time he wanted.

He probably
could, Beth decided.
She was wet.
Suddenly, instantly wet, kneeling there looking at him. There were
times when she hated how slutty her body was.

“
Oh fuck,”
she said.
“Oh fuck no, not
you.”

She didn’t
know what to do so she went back to collecting her
assignments.
She thought about it and
decided he was probably a student. He looked like a student, and
was the right age to be one, and all the college people went to the
same bars, so it wasn’t surprising she’d run into someone.
Unsurprising, and a bit awkward. She didn’t want to meet people
afterwards, when she’d had a night like that.

The
university had a lot of rules, too.
So
many Beth just ignored them all and got in trouble for
unintentionally breaking them. She didn’t know most of the rules,
and she didn’t try to find them out, but she was pretty sure there
had to be something about performing oral sex on students. The grey
little busybodies who ran the place were bound to have an opinion
about that.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” she
said.

“
Looking for
you,” he said.
Just like that. Like that
was a perfectly normal thing to be doing.

“
Yeah,” she
said.
“Fuck. Of course you
are.”

He reached out for some of her
assignments.

“Leave them,” she said, but he helped her
anyway.

Of course he
helped her anyway.
Like he didn’t care
she was being a bitch, and like he didn’t mind her getting off and
then walking away the other night. He got a bundle of assignments,
straightened them, and held them out to her.

She knelt
there for a moment, glaring at him, then held out her hand.
Their fingers brushed and a spark jumped between
them.

She jumped.

“You okay?” he said.

She nodded.

It was just
static.
The weather was dry. There was
static in the air, a storm had been building all day. Storms had
been happening all summer, so much that even people who never
talked about the weather had started noticing. Everyone except Beth
who just said yeah, she didn’t know, she’d only been here a year,
but they usually told her anyway.

The spark was
just the weather and the carpet and the building being all charged
up.
It meant nothing, and by the look of
his face, he knew it meant nothing too, but they were both kneeling
there looking at each other and getting sparks between
them.

Their hands were still touching, both holding
the same bundle of assignments.

He reached over and pushed some of her hair
off her face.

“Don’t,” she said, almost ready to make
herself angry.

He left his hand on her neck, leaned towards
her.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she said.

He kissed her.

And she
kissed him back.
Like she had last time,
her mouth open, breathing the air out his lungs. She kissed him for
all same reasons she had last time he’d done that, but this time
she was kneeling on the floor in the middle of the fifth floor
lobby of the math building.

And he was sliding his hand up her skirt.

He kissed
well, really well.
Much better than a
week ago. He must have been off his game last time because of
drinking. He kissed like someone who knew he could have anyone,
once he’d got his lips on her, and from the way his hand was
pulling at Beth’s underwear, he was going to make the most of
it.

“
Fuck,” she
said.
“Stop. Not fucking
here.”

He
did.
She was actually a bit surprised,
and liked him a little more because he knew when to do his player
shit and when to let it go. She glanced around. There was no-one in
sight, no-one coming she could hear, but someone else might turn up
at any second.