3.Nude bodies writhed in poses that would have been uncomfortable for even the most lithe body, muscles rippled and shone with crystal clarity beneath barely constrained skin. I imagined that the artists must have had models made of graphite and clay instead of flesh and bone. Then I realized that I hadn�t really shelved anything at all. The 743s beckoned, the anatomy books and sketching guides, I just wanted to discover all that I could about the human form. The only disturbing thing was the fact that nearly all of the books had nude women on the cover, and any sexually titillating posture was more apt to be demonstrated by a woman rather than a man. Why had I never noticed? Why had I never questioned? Perhaps because I had never really cared before...
These books had never attracted me. Perhaps when I was younger and everything naked had held a sort of forbidden appeal I would have picked one up and flipped through it, not really understanding the feelings that coursed through my body. I had never felt the need to know much about how to draw, I just drew.
But now I wanted to know everything about his world...to know how contorted the human body could be.
Breath on the back of my neck, oh shit, was it my supervisor? The last time she caught me reading I got the whole, �We don�t pay you to read!� lecture and a shitload of work that I didn�t want to do. An arm reached around me and plucked the book out of my hand. It was on one of the pages with a woman model, she was all twisted and mangled in an awkward position.
�Hmm...never had anyone ask me to do that one. Well...not for a class.� Jay said, licking at my neck before he took the book fully away from me. He flipped through it behind me. I remained facing forward, not wanting to turn around. Started to shelf-read somewhat against my will. There weren�t that many 743s, no 744s at all...Then the focus switched from pencil and paper to antiques, quilts, knitting, interior design... �Aren�t you supposed to be working?� he asked.
�Yes.� I whispered, hugging myself.
He went to the end of the aisle and looked at my cart. Was that a wink? Oh fuck... �You don�t have that much left.� Then he was in front of me, my eyes were drawn to his chest, his shirt was tight around his nipples, his lips were so moist and full. Desperately closed my eyes and leaned against one of the shelves. Finger on my chest, trailing down towards where my shirt and jeans collide. �Surely you have time for a break?�
I blushed and shook my head. No fucking way, not at work... �Someone might see.�
�How often do people come here at night looking for books about quilting?� he purred, his finger tracing the waistband of my jeans.
�The security guard...�I panted. �They walk around at random times.�
�Did you think I wanted you right here?! There are little cubicles over there...� he whispered, turning my head. I heard the ominous squeak of someone�s cart. One of the librarians? He was running his hands up my chest, his thumbs started to play with my nipples. I was nearly incoherent with desire, but I still managed to push him off.
�Not now!� I hissed, mindful of the fact that there was probably someone in the next aisle over.
He whined and started to drag me towards the cubicles. There was an open area where a few tables were set up so people could read and not have to walk all that way to the stacks. Then there was a small outcropping where the small rooms were where people who needed more quiet than could be provided could lock themselves in. I struggled against his iron grip, hoping against hope that the librarian was on the second floor for her break instead of looking at me. I don�t think she would have neglected to tell about this.
He opened the door and shoved me inside, turning only long enough to lower the shade. I backed up against the wall and swallowed hard. No fucking way was this happening to me. His finger lingered by the light switch, as if to turn it off, but he decided against it. �It�s a bit unfair, isn�t it? You�ve seen me naked before.�
I made a pleading face and tried to stammer out something that would get him to stop and let me get back to work. Not that I would have done much anyway, but still... He stayed by the door, there was enough space between us that it wasn�t exactly cramped. Seemed like he was looming over me, but he wasn�t all that much taller than me. �J..Jay...please...I don�t even..�
Lips crashed against me, his hands slammed against the wall, I was trapped. Scrabbled at his shirt, then my hands slowed as I felt how warm he was and his lips felt so good, and... It seemed like it had been so long since anyone had touched me when I wasn�t prepared. Days could go by with no physical human contact. It seemed that I was being paid back for that.
Pinned against the wall, feeling his lips ravage mine, his hands going down further and further until he was pulling up my shirt and... Moaned and he took advantage of that, his tongue entered my mouth and it felt like it belonged there...almost. He pulled away after a moment, his hand settled on my crotch and gently started to touch it, his fingers teasing at the denim. I almost died. His lips left my mouth and went down to my neck, he started to kiss, then to nibble, then to bring out bruises on the over-stimulated flesh. I was panting hard, deep breaths interspersed with loud moans. I didn�t know how sound-proof these rooms..AH! It didn�t matter anymore, oh gods it didn�t matter. Just let him keep on touching me right there...driving me completely and totally insane. My inhibitions left, my reservations, if my supervisor came in here I�d tell her to fuck off. But that was beyond my abilities at the moment. Everything was focused on his fingers, his lips. Felt him monkeying around with the button on my jeans, oh fuck no...this couldn�t be happening... I was almost crying with frustration and he was pulling the zipper down and his teeth were nibbling at my neck and his hand was slipping into my underwear and... Suddenly it stopped. Opened my eyes and looked at him. He licked my nose quickly and then he was kneeling in front of me. OH FUCKING NO! This couldn�t be happening!
Slammed my head into the cheap wall, dimly wondering if it made a dent. His tongue....so rough against the tender skin of my cock. He lapped at the head, holding me still as he prepared to take the whole length into his mouth. Everything started to blur and I began to slide down the wall, I was whimpering louder than I ever had before, and he hadn�t really done anything yet. If he went harder, faster, if he swallowed it now, I would come instantly and scream my head off. But he didn�t. His tongue just teased, his hands were tracing my ass...
�Jay...� I whined, one of my hands going to his head unbidden, trying to get him to just suck. He slid out of my grip immediately, settling with taking one of my fingers and sucking on it.
�I said I was too old for you.� he said hoarsely. �You don�t have any patience.�
�Please!� I begged. My eyes were able to focus enough to see his smug smirk staring up at me. He licked his lips and then... FUCK!!! Came after only one long hard stroke, everything went blue, I felt that I could see all of my veins and my bones and he was still sucking, I was going soft and... Hazy images, he was straightening my clothes and starting to stand up.
Then the door opened. �Ryan! What are you doing in here!� my supervisor hissed, not really even looking at Jay. I was sort of half sitting on the floor, he was sitting on the desk and smiling to himself, still licking his lips. I couldn�t say anything, the orgasm was still pulsing through my veins and and...I could hardly breathe.
�He was helping me find something in a book.� Jay explained after a long pause. �I�m sorry if I distracted him from his job.� Then he picked up the book I had been looking at earlier and left me alone with her.
�You should have sent him to talk to a librarian. You know that that isn�t in your job description. Look, all of your sections are backed up downstairs! I�ve been very lenient with you for wearing those mesh shirts and makeup...so I think that the least you could do is try and have an adequate job performance.�
I nodded blindly, not really even hearing her. All I could see was Jay�s ass wiggling in his skirt as he walked to the elevator. Maybe I managed a moan or whimper that sounded like an affirmative.
�Honey, haven�t I told you to stop wearing those necklaces?� my mom asked as I got in the car. I sighed and felt at the spot where Jay had left a rather impressive hickey. Thankfully I was in the habit of wearing ball chain necklaces nearly constantly and they irritated my skin enough to give me a valid excuse. �Isn�t that the boy from your class?� She pointed at Jay, who was striding down the street with some purpose, his face stony and devoid of emotion. I rubbed at my lips ineffectually, trying to recapture the feeling of his against mine.
The next day I purposefully went to class early in order to avoid him. It was bad enough that I had spent all night dreaming about what had happened at work, except this time other patrons were peeking in the windows and we were both naked and in a room that was totally clear and he didn�t stop at giving me a blow job, I didn�t need to see him naked so soon. But I�d need an excuse to skip class, and I had already ducked out of enough stuff last weekend when my mom wanted to take me to visit my grandparents.Everyone sat down and flipped open their sketch-books. I heard the teacher dimly whispering in the background, Jay�s voice answering. It seemed they were having a disagreement about something. I kept my eyes focused on the paper. My cock already was hard from the lingering memories of his lips and tongue, I didn�t need to hear his voice again as well.
When I looked up I met his eyes and...oh fuck no... He was in the same pose as the woman in the book yesterday and his head was pointed right at me. I gulped and suppressed tears. This wasn�t fair. I wanted to learn how to draw, not spend the whole time keeping myself from running to the bathroom. Swallowed and stared at him. He stared back, not licking his lips for once. There was something contained in his eyes that I couldn�t understand. One hand was down near his cock, the other behind his head, one leg was bent, the other laid flat on the table. Crossed my legs and picked up the pencil. Fucking fucking hell. What had I done to deserve this? Obviously not enough to get someone to take pity on me. Maybe next week it would be a disgusting old woman and I would never want to have another model fuck me, suck me, and disappear.
The next time I looked up, his fingers were creeping towards his cock and a small smile graced his features. No...he wasn�t going to do that in front of everyone. I desperately shook my head. It was enough when he winked at me and licked his lips and no one noticed, I didn�t want... He nodded his head and let his finger run up from his belly button to his collarbone, sticking his tongue out and slitting his eyes. I was gone. There was no way that I could resist this. I squeezed my eyes closed and leaned against the easel.
�Ryan, are you okay?� the teacher asked, tapping me on the shoulder.
�M...maybe it�s just a stomach virus.� I whispered getting up and running to the bathroom.
Cold tile again, cock in my hands, only this time I had a sensation to put with the motions of my hands and I watched myself come in the mirror, hating every minute of it, because I was at his beck and call.
Somehow I made it through class by drawing a somewhat abstract picture of him. The teacher smiled indulgently as I handed it to her. I couldn�t get out of there fast enough.
�Ryan, there�s your friend! Go and ask him if he wants to come and have dinner with us!� my mom said, smiling at Jay. I closed my eyes and put them in my hands. �You never have your friends over, I�d like to meet one for once.� Gee, maybe if she put two and two together she�d realize that I didn�t have any friends and the ones I did have I didn�t want her to meet.�Mom...please...� I began, but she had already stuck her head out the window and was beckoning for him to come over. After a few words which I didn�t really hear or understand he slid into the car in the backseat, right behind me.
�Thanks for the offer.� he said, smiling. I caught a glimpse of him in the sideview mirror, he was smiling and looking somewhat smug. I shuddered to think of what he would do once we got home.