Failing Chemistry was not an option. I swallowed my pride and got a tutor. As I sat in the library waiting for him, I had to try to keep myself from leaving. Maybe I could buckle down harder and make it through this semester? Maybe it was just that test? Maybe I didn't understand a damn thing that was happening in that class!!
"Are you Jasmine?" a velvet voice disturbed my thoughts. I looked up and saw HIM. Tall, dark, dreads past his shoulders, eyes that would shine in any light (including darkness). He suppose to tutor me? How am I gonna be able to concentrate? Cue the flood in my pants.
"Umm, yea. Mekhi?"
"Yes. So I heard you were having trouble in Chemistry."
"More like I'm failing." We laughed. He spent the next hour trying to teach me everything I was suppose to have learned so far in the semester. I understood some and took really good notes. I found myself forgetting to breathe as he spoke occasionally and drooling but I made it through that study session. I thanked him for his time, and he left.
I stayed in the library late into the night. I'd moved down to the basement since there was hardly anyone down there and I could hear myself think. Just as I was starting to go over what I'd learned from Mekhi, I heard the elevator door close. I ignored it and kept working.
I heard footsteps approach my table. "Is this seat taken?" the same voice of velvet I heard earlier asked.
"Nope. Knock yourself out." I said without even looking up. I did not need to look at his gorgeous ass again. I continued to ignore him as he clattered his things down and kicked off his shoes. He continued to move around even after he sat. He seemed to be throwing things around but they made no sound upon impact. He stood up.
"Jasmine." I looked up and was face to face with his dick. He'd be stripping the whole time. I looked up and his face and smirked. I looked back and his penis and took it in my mouth. His moans filled my ears as I coated his dick with my saliva. He held my head tightly and he forced his penis down my throat so that he could explode directly into my esophagus.
He knocked all our belongings off the table. Good thing neither one of us had a computer up there. He laid me out across the table and ate me like the last meal of a man on death row. I lost count of the number of times I arched my back in climax.
As he got up to enter me, I stopped him. He looked confused until I explained why. I'd always fantasized about having sex in the stacks. On the floor, up against the shelves knocking ancient books to the floor. Moans echoing off the walls that no one would hear because no one was down here.
My fantasy came true in every way I'd imagined and more in the basement of that library, and with Mekhi's help, I passed Chemistry that semester too.
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