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were deep within her. She trembled when he touched her. His fingers, his
kisses did not feel unfamiliar to her; she felt as if she knew what he would do
next. Sam started to rub her clit with his forefinger; up and down and around
it. She bent her face into his neck and breathed in his scent. He awoke her
memories of how it felt to be touched like this – memories from years back. It
had been so long. She was hard and soft at the same time; weak and powerful
both. Jules gasped in his ear and grabbed his hair.
    “We shouldn't be here. We need to leave – someone will
see us.”
    And yet she didn't move a step. Instead, her hand slid
to the fly on his Levis, feeling his large cock under the tight confines of his
jeans. He let out a long, soft moan when she touched him; applying pressure to
his crotch, running her hand up and down the length of it with her palm. Jules
fumbled for the tab on the zipper. Sam reacted and stood up straight as her
fingers felt him hard through his jeans - compressed and rigid waiting for her
to free him. The look on his face was ravenous.
    “Release me, please touch me.” Sam was insistent.
    He glanced down at her hand, watching her undo his fly.
It had been a long time since she had been this close to a man and she wanted
the zipper to give. She wanted to touch him. She wanted to feel the smooth
satin of his skin on his cock. She wanted him to watch her touch him to see how
far he would go. She wanted to witness his excitement. She throbbed inside with
her own desire and drew in a sharp breath.
    Outside the door a student shouted out down the hall to
someone trying to get their attention.
    All at once Jules gasped, pulled away from him with a
violent pull. “We can't do this!” Jules was able to rasp out the words. Her
thoughts were smoke and she was choking on them.
    She glanced around the room with a terrified look as if
someone watched from the theater. The room was empty and silent now except for
their ragged breath. She sprung backwards and around him, headed for the door
adjusting her skirt as she hurried, pushed the heavy door open and disappeared
into the hallway. Sam watched her rush past him and fell back against the
whiteboard, panting. He called out to her “Jules!” but she was gone.

Chapter Four: The Room
    Jules took refuge in ladies bathroom. She leaned
forward against the wash counter gasping for breath; keeping her face down so
as not to catch sight of herself in the mirror. She turned around avoiding her
own reflection, steadying herself with hands behind clutching the counter-top,
taking in great gasps of air. The hot water faucet on the far end of the
counter dripped. It dripped water and didn't stop. The faucet was directly
attached to her brain and water was falling into her drop by painful drop like
some sick method of mental torture. She lunged for the fixture and gave it
violent twist. She felt ill and turned on the cold water hard. Bending down she
scooped the rushing water up and splashed her hot face.
    Oh my God, oh my God! Her
thoughts sped out of control. What if someone saw us?
    She took great gulps of cold water, drinking until the
panic subsided. She grabbed a paper towel, dabbed at her face and stared at
herself in the mirror. Jules wondered at the strange woman who looked back.
    *****
    Sam leaned against the whiteboard and then sank to the
floor. I’ve just did a really stupid thing… you idiot!
    He admonished himself for one moment and savored the
lingering taste of Jules on his lips in the next. He could still feel her. The
power of his arousal had left him spent and breathing hard.
    Oh man . He held his head
in his hands for a few minutes which might have been hours. Seconds passed but
they seemed like hours since she went tearing out of that door.
    Shaking his head Sam stood up and turned toward the
whiteboard studying the problem Jules had been working. He considered it as if
the equation would reveal the answer to what just went wrong. He gazed at