It wasn’t just Kevin she was trying to avoid anymore though. Sure, he could drop by at any time, and there was always the risk that he might try to take advantage of her again if Sara wasn’t around. That wasn’t the only problem though. Lately Sara had been acting weird, and asking her probing questions even when he hadn’t been around for a day or two.
“So what kind of guys do you like, anyway,” she’d asked casually while watching tiktoks on her phone one day.
“Umm, I don’t really… I mean…” Taylor trailed off. Just the idea of sharing that kind of information with someone melted her into a little puddle of shame and nervousness.
“You don’t really like guys?” Sara asked, switching tactics. “Does that mean you’re a lesbian?”
Taylor didn’t even try to answer this one, she just hung her face in shame as her face turned bright red.
“It’s okay if you are,” Sara continued, her smile evident in the tone of her voice. “I’m not going to judge. If you want to suck on some girl’s clit instead of a guy’s dick, you do you… or her… or whatever.”
“It’s not that.” Taylor said finally, her voice not much more than a strangled whisper as she searched for the right words to make this horrible conversation stop. “I just don’t have a lot of experience, you know? So I guess I don’t really know what I like…”
“That makes sense,” Sara answered finally. “You know one wild frat party could answer both of those questions though. If you went with me and Kevin we could–”
“Could we maybe talk about this some other time?,” Taylor pleaded finally. “I really don’t want to…”
“Fine,” Sara said, even though her tone said everything certainly wasn’t. “Another time. Sure.”
After that all her interactions became sort of a passive aggressive witch hunt. If Sara was in a bad mood and Taylor was home, she would find a pretext to start asking her more and more personal questions until she made her roommate shut down. It became a game, and it was one Taylor didn’t enjoy playing very much. So after a while she spent the majority of her time finding somewhere else to be until it was time for bed.
At first she just sat in the shade on the quad, reading. It seemed like such a good plan, but it quickly fell apart. Before she’d had sex she’d mostly ignored guys and the way they looked at her, but now that her cherry had been popped… Well it was like they could sense the difference, and every time a random dude decided to check out her breasts or her butt she could practically feel his gaze wandering across her skin. That in itself was so distracting she could barely focus on the words on the page, but no matter how much she dressed down at least once a day one of those horny guys would get it in his head to try to ask her out, ruining her ability to concentrate for hours.
Eventually she gave up on any place quite so public, and after trying the park and a couple other places she settled on the library. Sometimes guys still checked her out here, but no one actually talked to her, which was the most important part. Eventually with the help of her earbuds and a neglected part of the reference section she got into a nice quiet rhythm. Every day after classes she’d spend a couple hours doing homework, then pass a few hours reading one of her trashy romance novels until she got hungry, and then she’d grab a late dinner, head back to the room and go straight to bed.
It was a foolproof plan, and for a while it made Taylor’s life every bit as uncomplicated as it had been before Sara had brought home her boyfriend that night. Then one day while she was in the psychology section looking for references for a paper she was working on, she felt a pair of hands grasp her hips and press her forcefully against the bookshelf. For a moment she froze, but when she felt something grind against her ass she panicked and flailed about, but that was when one hand moved up to her ear and plucked out her left earbud.
“Easy there baby. It’s okay,” A familiar voice soothed, even if his other hand never quite stopped molesting her. “We’re cool. I just thought you’d like a surprise.”
“Kevin, you need to stop this right now. Someone could see you!,” she whispered harshly. “How did you even find me anyway?”
“Sara invited me to come over and bang,” he said smoothly, but his hands didn’t stop moving when she demanded it or when he started talking. Instead they massaged her ass for a while before they slowly started to slide her dress up her thighs and bunch it up around her hips a few inches at a time. “She said she had the room all to herself because you were at the library with your nose buried in a book, so we could take our time with it.”
“So why aren’t you in my dorm fucking her then?” she hissed, desperately trying to change the subject as her resistance failed her. She’d told herself for weeks that the reason she was avoiding Kevin is because she hated what he’d done to her, but that lie only worked when he wasn’t around. The truth was that she loved it more than she could say. In fact the only thing she hated right this moment was that he was doing this somewhere public where someone would definitely catch them if they didn’t knock it off.
“Why?” he asked rhetorically, “That should be obvious to a smart girl like you, shouldn’t it? Why don’t you tell me why I’m here.”
“Because you like to… Mmmhhhmmm…” Words failed her for a moment as he slid two fingers up and down her panty covered clit.
“Because you’re crazy,” she panted once that electric jolt faded. “Because you’re fucking crazy.”
“Crazy about you maybe,” he said, unzipping his pants. “I’m here because I’d much rather fuck you than her, and I thought that maybe instead of burying your nose in a book you’d prefer it if I buried my cock deep inside of you.”
“No, you can’t,” she whispered, flustered and blushing at what he was doing to her. Even his words would have been enough to permanently traumatize her, but to be holding her like this? To press her against a bookshelf in a quiet library where someone might see them at any moment? Even those terrible mental images weren’t enough to make her put up a fight as he pulled her panties to the side, letting the cool conditioned air reach her moist pussy and send a chill up her spine. She just couldn’t tell him no, and he knew it.
“You want this don’t you Taylor,” he teased as he pressed the head of his cock against her lips, making her hips tremble at the intensity of the stimulation. “Go on. You can tell me. It will be our little secret.”
“No,” she whispered. “You can’t do this. We’ll get… mmmm… caught. Someone will definitely hear us and… ah fuck…” As quick as she spoke, the pressure against her pussy increased faster. With each word she could feel his dick trying just a little bit harder to force it’s way inside her, until finally his desire to fuck her outweighed lesser factors like her desire not to get caught and his ability to give a fuck what she wanted.
“Noooooo…” she whispered pitifully, choking off the word before it could turn into the moan it desperately wanted to become. The head of his dick was inside her now, and second by second, the rest of his shaft was following in violating her. It was a slow sort of torture. The motion itself felt amazing, but at the same time it filled her with dread that at any moment a librarian, or worse, one of her fellow students would turn a corner and they’d see her there, getting fucked like a bitch in heat. The mental image was an awful one. If someone caught her like that it would ruin her life, she realized, but she couldn’t seem to get that message through to her sex. As much as her mind hated these terrible risks, one small wet part of her body loved them and clamped down hard on the invader at the idea.
“Someone is horny today,” Kevin said, finally all the way inside her. “Don’t worry babe. We’ll make this a quicky before anyone notices what a little nympho you are.”
“Kevin don’t do this,” she pleaded quietly as he started to pump in and out of her. “Don’t… Ahhhhh…” Taylor moved her hand to her mouth and bit her finger hard to suppress the moan that had tried to alert the whole building that she was nothing but a whore pretending to be a bookworm.
“Careful,” he whispered in her ear as he fucked her hard from behind. “You keep making noises like that and soon there will be a line to ride this ride. Is that what you want? Guy queuing up to fuck your tight little hole?” She managed not to answer, or to gasp at such a terrible idea, but she couldn’t stop herself from imagining it as he relentlessly fucked her.
Until now she’d managed to avoid other guys by staying in public places and ignoring all of their advances, but if they found out they didn’t have to ask… If they found out that all they had to do to fuck her was to corner her and then force themselves on her then she’d never be able to escape. Everywhere she went guys would be pulling her into empty classrooms and janitorial closets to make her suck dick or to fill her cunt full of cum. They might try to keep her a secret for their exclusive use the way Kevin had, but eventually there would be pictures or video. Eventually they would tell their friends and eventually the whole school would know.
It was a nightmare scenario, and it scared her to no end. That fear wasn’t enough to stop the orgasm that was reaching its crescendo inside her pussy. If anything it only amplified it as the thick cock inside her cunt hammered against her cervix. She’d never been fucked from behind like this, and so each thrust felt a little different that the first time she’d had sex with Kevin. It was impossible to say whether that extra half inch of penetration that came from this angle or the fear that she would get caught at any moment was what made her cum so quickly. It didn’t matter. Nothing did. As her pussy clamped down hard on Kevin’s cock, the only things that mattered were how good the orgasm felt and how quietly she had it.