The blonde wig disappears into the garbage can with a little plastic clink. I've stopped running, but that's not the case for my pursuer, who's still trotting through the college gardens, out of breath. Alas for him, my clothes don't stand out in the uniform mass of H&M coats worn by the majority of broke students. He stares at me with palpable anger.
I laugh at his frustration.
- Despite his good term in Biology, little Jean-Michel will have to show more commitment in sports class...
A wry smile remains frozen on my face, but I stay focused. A fuse has just blown. The wig trick might not work again. I'll have to be less of a daredevil next time, I conclude as I leave the campus.
After a good shower and an invigorating night's sleep, I astonish my mother with my barely masked enthusiasm behind my bowl of Chocapic. It's been a long time since she's seen me so happy to be going to college. If only she knew why... Today, I've decided to kick things into high gear. Adrenalin is already making my heart race. My plan is perfect.
Passing through the second-floor corridor, my hand caresses the doorknob of a small maintenance room I noticed the day before. I open the door to find it unlocked. I melt into the stream of students streaming through the corridors.
In my pocket, I crumple up a sweet note written with mischief. The same mischievousness inhabits my gaze, which rests in turn on all the pretty faces in the area.
I'm like a panther, waiting to see which handsome male will stray a little too far from the herd...
After a few minutes, my handsome radar turns on at the same time as my crotch. There he is.
He's the one.
His bad-boy looks in a nice leather jacket and Dr. Martens make me bite my lip. He's dark-haired and muscular, without being vulgar. This boy has charm, he does something to me. And he seems to know how to count two by two and tie his shoes. What do the people want?
Making a ninety-degree turn like a dick-seeking missile, I mark him on the knickers. I track my target to his marker for the morning. Semiotics class. It'll be easy to get his attention.
As everyone takes their seats, I take advantage of an unexpected distraction from his back neighbor to stuff my message into his open pencil case.
And, without asking for a second thought, I leave the room before being too conspicuous. With a last glance, I watch my stratagem bear fruit. Intrigued, he reads my note and turns around, looking for his mysterious author.
But it's too late. I'm already gone.
"Dear stranger, I'm not going to beat around the bush: I think you're very handsome and sexy. I'm currently in the closet on the second floor, to the right of the stairs. If you're bored with your class, I'd love to meet up with you for a while, just the two of us... don't make me languish too long, okay? I'll be gone in an hour. Signed: A beautiful brunette who wets herself waiting for you."
I climb to the second floor and return to my hiding place. Before entering, I search my bag for a jet-colored mask covering half my face. I now resemble a Lady in a Venice masquerade, minus the aristo edge.
There, in the shadows, I bide my time. My prey is waiting. It will take thirty minutes for her hormones to overcome her distrust. I hear walking in the corridor. The metallic click of his boots is unmistakable. It's the stranger.
The stranger stops in front of the door. I open it with my foot, remaining in the half-light. He steps into the doorway, trying to make out the profile of my silhouette inside.
I grab the boy by the collar and pull him to me, taking advantage of his surprise to quickly close behind him. Darkness swallows us up.
- What...? he exclaims defensively.
- Hush, don't make a sound. You're in the right place, I whisper to him in the most feminine voice I can muster to avoid taking a swing.
His voice softens a little as he guesses that this isn't one of his buddies giving him a prank.
- No, but... why in the dark like that? Who are you anyway?
I manage to put my index finger on his lips on the first try with cheeky luck.
- I want to be discreet. You won't see my face, you won't know my name and you won't have my number. I invited you here to fuck me. It's as simple as that.
I sense his skepticism. He lets out a laugh tinged with embarrassment.
- Yeah, right. Stop, I don't buy it. You can't be serious.
I spot his hands in the dark, grab them and stick them on my breasts. I've already taken off my top and only my lingerie hides my excitement.
- Fuck... you're really serious...
- Yes, I'm serious. I've told you.
There's a silence. Her hesitation tortures him.
- You know the rules now. If you don't want to fuck me, fuck off, I say, with disarming confidence. - I don't even know if I like you...
I sigh. I take his big hands and stick them on my bare hips to show him my corpulence. Then I guide him over my buttocks molded in my jeans and finally one of his hands between my thighs to feel how hot I am already.
- Ah, you guys. No imagination, I tease, letting my index finger cascade from his mouth to his chest.
He hesitates for a few seconds. Then he gives in. At last!
He suddenly presses his body against mine with a masculine élan. I'm forced back into the corner of the room, my back pressed against the wall. I shiver at the feel of his cold leather jacket against my burning skin. I wrap my thighs around him. And squeeze. Hard.
The handsome man finds my lips. I thrust my tongue into his mouth to fan the flames of his desire. I can feel it already growing in his jeans. I rub myself there without shyness.
His breathing quickens and so does mine. I half rip off his belt and furiously press my thumb against his belly to pop the button. I bury my hand in his boxer shorts, grasping his hardening sex between my fingers.
- Hmm... beautiful beast, I whisper in his ear, before nibbling it. - Thanks... you're not bad yourself, for a shadow.
I squeeze his balls a little to freak him out, reminding him that even though I expect him to be manly, I'm in charge.
Our little balance of power seems to suit him. He doesn't struggle when I put my hand on his head and force him to his knees. He undresses me. I throw the whole thing not too far from my leg so that I can get dressed quickly, just in case...
Without waiting for my dish to cool, I press his face between my thighs. He doesn't hesitate to honor me. This young man has manners!
I hardly try to hide my moans of pleasure, despite the high risk of being caught red-handed... well... not only.
I savor his passionate kisses on my sex. His tongue is suave, a little clumsy, but sincere. I can feel myself spreading my cyprine all over his lower face. I push the vice further. He doesn't seem to mind. He's found my clitoris and is concentrating on it.
I let him work for long minutes. The pleasure builds little by little. I feel my legs trembling, a sign that it's time to get down to business.
- I can't take it anymore... go ahead. Fuck me, I order him.
He doesn't answer, but stands up. My fingers graze his glans, then the base of his penis. It's hard and warm.
- Do you have a condom? he asks, calm despite the palpable tension. - Yes, wait...
I blindly reach into the back pocket of my jeans for the little piece of plastic and slip it over his glans. He grabs it and slips it on, not without difficulty in the dark. But he knows that if he turns on even the flash of his cell phone, the game will stop immediately.
