1. Just A Tiny Spark


    Date: 8/12/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: LushStories, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com

    already there and pushing the glass into my trembling fingers. I took a sip, and when the cool liquid ran down my throat, I felt myself calm down. She pulled another chair over - something Isabelle would never have allowed - and sat down next me, eyeing me critically. “Better?” “Loads.” I closed my eyes for a moment and took another sip. “Thank you!” “You do look better already, too. Let me quickly scan your books.” The sliding doors to the library opened while she went to the counter, and a horde of students entered, giggling and whispering, all of them carrying slips of paper - probably the required reading for their eight o’clock lecture. Though my own habits were different, I was quite aware that the library wasn’t the place to be found this early in the morning for most of my fellow students. I while later, I carried the empty glass back to Mrs. Henderson and fetched my books. She was still busy retrieving the books for the others, so I waved my thanks and answered her smile with one of my own. A while later, I lay on my bed, trying to ignore the intermittent beeping and clicking noises emanating from Jen’s corner of the room and trying to make sense of what was happening with me, of what had happened to me. The dizziness and wobbly knees had gone as fast as they had come, and now all that was left was a strange, buzzing feeling in my guts that I couldn’t put my finger on. * * * * I found him outside next to the fountain, listening to rather heated discussion about ...
    modern poetry between a few of his classmates. It was a lovely, warm evening, and everyone wore shorts or short skirts. Jake’s hand, as always, sneaked around my back and came to rest on my butt cheek the moment I stepped into his reach. “Hi, honey,” he greeted me before giving me the usual kiss. The indignant part of me that abhorred his possessiveness roared up again, and I felt myself stiffen. Jake was a nice guy, really, and the first who had made it to a second date. He had a good sense of humor and a lot of patience with me, I knew that. Not that I was one of these high maintenance chicks like Betty Snyder from the room opposite ours, who changed her plans for the day faster than her boyfriend Greg could agree to them, or her roommate Cindy, who hadn’t been awarded her nickname of ‘Princess Cinderella’ for no reason. But, at the same time, I knew that one of these days, Jake had to run out of patience. We had been together for four months now - not counting summer hols - and not progressed past kissing and a few, clothed touches. He winked at me. “Didn’t see you in Morrigan’s lecture. Already skiving classes in the second week?” I sighed. Jake was majoring in English lit too. That was, in fact, how I had met him. I had asked Professor Morrigan about changing subjects, and she had pointed me to Jake. My classes with her followed his this term, so we were bound to meet there. “I wasn’t feeling well this morning, so I stayed in bed. I thought I was coming down with the flu, but ...
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