It is the middle of the afternoon on a warm, summer weekend. I sit down at my computer, thinking it should be a relaxing afternoon alone. I click on the icon for Yahoo Messenger, open it up, and see "Mike3047 has logged on" in the lower right-hand corner of the screen.
You send me one single message, "library in fifteen minutes," and sign off without another word. Though it is brief, I know exactly what you expect from me.
When I get to the library, you are waiting for me on the front steps. You take me by the arm and lead me to the second floor, way back into the far corner behind the periodicals.
You say, "Let me see," short and abrupt.
I open my long, full-length coat to confirm that I have nothing on underneath. You unzip your fly and pull your cock through the opening. It is standing straight up and is hard as a rock.
"See what you did to me? Are you going to do something about that?" You say it almost impatiently.