Ali lay in bed, scrolling through Instagram. It had been one week since the "incident" with Danny in the library. He'd recorded her and her friend Melissa fooling around and used it to blackmail her into letting him play with her pussy. "Let him" was generous, she'd practically begged him to pleasure her.
She thought he'd delete the video when they were done, but he hadn't. "Next time, you'll make me cum too," he'd said as he walked away. She hadn't heard from him since. Maybe he'd forget all about her, that was what she wanted, right?
Her phone buzzed and Danny's name flashed on the screen. Oh shit, it was like he knew she'd been thinking about him. "Hello?"
"Hello Ali, how's my sweet little library slut today?"
"What do you want?" Ali snapped.
"It's a good thing I called," he said with a chuckle, "you sound tense."
"I'm not--" Ali started.
"Library. Our spot," Danny cut her off, "15 minutes." He ended the call.
15 minutes later, Ali was pacing up and down the library aisle Danny had dubbed "their spot." She hadn't bothered to change her clothes since he'd called and was wearing a t-shirt, leggings, and flip flops. What would he want from her today? He'd said she was going to make him cum this time...a blow job, maybe?
Danny slipped up behind her, firmly grasping her waist. "You're on time," he said, "I like that." Ali jumped. "Shh..." he murmured, and brushed her blonde hair off to one side, "you need to relax." He slipped his hands under the hem of her baggy t-shirt, the tips of his fingers teasing her soft skin and giving her goosebumps. "I've been looking forward to this," he whispered, "and I think you have too." He kissed her neck, moving up to suck and nibble on her earlobe. Ali let out a soft moan and Danny chuckled. "I thought so."