Incident in the Library

The Usual Disclaimer: This is a work of fantasy. All characters featured in sexual situations are over 18. The characters in these stories are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living, dead or undead is purely coincidental. Do not try this at home.

Thanks to Aurora for helping me work out the details of this sequel, and to Geek_Writer and Gobred for their assistance in making the story more consistent. Naturally, I have to thank Joseph again for the original story prompt and for his constant encouragement. Thanks, bud!

This story picks up right where the first left off.

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Sharon couldn't get that one night with Frank out of her head, and it was killing her. Every time she saw him in the hallways or in front of the school, she shuddered. Her mind immediately replayed the way he had taken her, the way his mouth had driven her to distraction. Her pussy and her asshole both twitched and flexed as she recalled the way he had filled them up with his thick cock.

She had hoped her fiancé could make love to her the same way, but that had not gone well. Jack was a great guy, but he just didn't have what it took to be like Frank. Jack had been delighted when Sharon offered her sweet ass, but it had been awful for her when he actually took it. The first time, he took her dry with no lubrication at all. It had hurt like hell for both of them. The second time, he used lube—far too much of it—and then he came almost instantly inside her.

He still refused to lick her pussy, but he wanted her tight asshole every time they were together after that. Sharon thought that asking him to be a little rougher might do the trick, but that was a disaster. Jack just had no skill at being rough. Either he hurt her terribly and then tried to apologize for it, or it came across as some lame role-play. It hadn't been good for Jack, either, and they had agreed to "take a break."

Their engagement was off.

She might have been happy to be free of Jack, but now Frank was clearly off the market. He only had eyes for Sarah. Sharon had been thinking of little else since that one night with Frank. She wondered how it might have gone differently if she had just told him how amazing it had been, thanked him, and begged him for more. Sharon had nothing against Sarah, but she wanted Frank.

She was desperate for more.

What was worse for her was that she began to suspect that Desiree was also getting some of Frank's amazing loving. She knew that Desiree had looked at Frank the same way she had, and suddenly Desiree was walking around on cloud nine. Clearly she was getting some amazing sex, but she refused to talk about it.

Then Sharon saw the two of them exchange a knowing glance in the hall and a secretive smile. Her eyes widened, and she was sure of it. Frank was fucking Desiree! She actually

liked

Desiree, but she was outraged that she was being left out. Mostly, she was mad at herself. If she had just managed to say the right thing after that first amazing time with Frank, then she would be the one getting pounded by him every night, instead of Sarah and Desiree.

She was wrong, of course. Those knowing glances were just because Frank had watched Raul making love to Desiree right there in her classroom, and Desiree had seen him looking. Raul gave Desiree everything she had ever desired, and she knew Frank was protecting their secret.

Even though Sharon had misinterpreted that exchange, it gave her the determination to do something. She steeled her resolve and marched up to Frank right after school let out.

"Frank, I really need to talk to you," she said.

He had just emerged from the library, and he looked around at all the kids passing them in the hallway.

"Oh, hi Sharon," he said uncomfortably.

She leaned in close to him and whispered, "It's personal. I don't want anyone to overhear. Can you come to my classroom so we can talk?"

"I don't think that's a good idea," he murmured.

"Please?" she begged. "Just give me five minutes."

Frank sighed and looked around again, then glanced at his watch. "Give me about twenty minutes, and I'll be there."

He chewed his lip for a moment as he watched her walk away. Unlike Sarah, who wore such conservative and loose-fitting clothes, Sharon's snug, fuzzy sweaters and form-fitting skirts really showed off the curves of her body. It was impossible for him to look at her now without picturing her naked and moaning as he fucked her in his apartment. After all, it hadn't been that long ago. She disappeared into the press of students and teachers in the hallway, and Frank had a sinking feeling that she would be trouble.

He blew out a long breath and focused on everyone else in the hallways as he made his rounds.

* * *

Sharon was fidgeting nervously at her desk when Frank knocked at her door and poked his head inside. Her heart leapt in her chest when she saw him.

"Please, come in," she said, getting up out of her seat.

Frank stepped in, pushing the door open wide. Sharon shook her head and walked over. Her eyes pleaded with him as she carefully closed the door.

"Please, Frank," she whispered, "I don't want anyone to hear me. It would be embarrassing."

He chewed on the inside of his cheek, regarding her narrowly. Then he gave a curt nod. As soon as the door closed he said, "What do you want, Sharon?"

"I want..." she swallowed heavily, and her voice was still barely above a whisper. "I want to apologize, Frank."

He jerked his head back slightly in surprise. His eyes were still narrowed in suspicion. "Apologize?" he asked. "Why do you think you need to apologize to me?"

"I never thanked you, Frank. You were amazing. I just...I never knew it could be like that, and my mind was a complete mess." She had been leaning back against a desk, but she leaned forward and started pacing as she continued. "At first, I was shocked and I wanted to be mad at you. You took my virgin asshole like it belonged to you, without even asking."

"Oh," Frank uttered. His eyes widened in surprise at that revelation. Then he thought,

Wait, why is she apologizing to me, then?

Sharon shook her head at the recollection. "At first, I wanted to cry out, to tell you 'no!' to try and stop you. I just couldn't catch my breath to say anything after the way you had made me come. By the time I could say anything, I was shocked." She turned and looked at him with heat in her eyes. "It was absolutely amazing, and I had never imagined it could be anything like that. When you were finished with me—" she shuddered, "I was such a wreck I didn't know what to say. So I left."

"Okay," Frank said slowly. He still didn't know where she was going with this. She was obviously turned on just thinking about it. He didn't want to be, but he could feel himself stiffening as he recalled that late afternoon encounter.

"It took me a couple of days to get a handle on what had happened," Sharon continued, shaking her head. "Then I realized I should have thanked you."

"Thanked me?" Frank asked, cocking his head.

Sharon nodded. "It was the most incredible sex I've ever had, Frank. When I asked to come over, I just imagined it would be fun. You're certainly different from any of the guys I dated in college."

"I assume you never told your fiancé about us," Frank said.

Sharon shook her head. Frank cleared his throat.

"Don't worry, Sharon, I'll keep your secret," he said quietly. He figured that had to be what this was about.

She shook her head and softly whispered, "We broke up. I haven't told everyone, but the engagement is off."

"Did he find out about us?"

"No. He just...he couldn't be like you, no matter how hard he tried. And the harder we tried to make it work, the more obvious it was to both of us that it just wasn't working any more. We agreed to 'take a break,' but it's over."

"I'm sorry, Sharon," Frank said softly.

He got up and started walking toward the door. Sharon's eyes were wide.

"Wait! That's it?" she exclaimed.

Frank reached for the doorknob, and turned to look at her. "I'm sorry your engagement didn't work out. If I had known you were engaged, I never would have invited you to my apartment."

"But you knew!" she hissed. "Everybody knew! I made a big deal of announcing it back in September!"

Frank shook his head and opened the door. "I wasn't here in September."

Sharon stood in her classroom, stunned, as he walked out the door. Now that she realized the truth, she understood how bad it made her look. Frank didn't know she was engaged. When she thought about it further, she had to suck in a breath. She had announced it to him while he was licking her pussy.

Oh, God, he must have thought I was such a hussy!

Sharon put both hands over her mouth and nose. Her eyes widened when she realized,

That was when he changed. That was when he took me, used me, fucked me...and that was when it became incredible.

When she had approached Frank in the hallway, she had held back, fearful of coming across as desperate. Her mind worked quickly. She had to admit to herself that she

was

desperate. She wanted Frank to take her like that again. Her pussy and asshole both throbbed when she recalled how he had looked at her when he slid up her body and filled her up with his hard cock. That look on his face had said she was a slut and he was going to fuck her like one. And...that was what she desperately wanted again.

Sharon started hurrying after Frank before she had a clear idea what she would say. It was just a relief that the hallways were now clear. She caught up right in front of the clear glass doors of the library.

"Frank, please!" she called out, causing him to turn around. She hurried over to him and her expression betrayed her desperate need. She was breathing heavily after practically sprinting to catch up to him. "I need you," she panted. "I can't stop thinking about how incredible that was—all of it. I want to do it again."

Frank shook his head. "I'm with Sarah now," he said. "I would never hurt her like that. You need to move on, Sharon."

Something about the way he said he would "never hurt her like that" made Sharon certain he had not taken Sarah the same way he had her. Her mind began calculating. If she could get Sarah to break up with him... Maybe he would only consider her as a "rebound" girlfriend, someone to fuck when he was feeling horny. It shook her to realize how much she wanted that exact relationship. Perhaps she could convince him to make it a longer-term relationship, but first she had to get Sarah out of the way.

"Oh, Frank," she said, reaching out to put her hand on his cheek. "That little girl is going to break you heart. Maybe I'm wrong, but if I'm not..." She looked him over hungrily and licked her lips. "Just remember I still want you, Frank. I'll do anything you want, any time you want it."

Frank gave her a disapproving scowl as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand from his face. He shook his head and swallowed. He had almost said, "Thank you, Sharon" to be polite, but instead he just said, "No."

Sharon gave him a sad smile and walked away, but she let her hips sway invitingly. She knew he would see it, and knew he would be thinking about fucking her in the ass when he did. She couldn't help but peek back over her shoulder. Sure enough, he was looking at her ass. A small, triumphant grin came to her lips.

Inside the library, Sarah watched that exchange wide-eyed. It made her heart sink when she watched Frank staring at Sharon's bottom when she walked away down the hall. She turned away quickly and busied herself putting away the rest of the cart of books. Once again, she felt terribly naïve. Frank had told her that he loved her and that she was amazing, but he had never said that their relationship was exclusive.

She knew that Sharon was very attractive and obviously she was more experienced. Sarah had also heard that Sharon recently ended her engagement to Jack. Everyone who mentioned it seemed really surprised and nobody knew why they had broken up. As that thought process ran through her head, Sarah stopped in the aisle between two book shelves and swallowed hard. It had to be Frank.

Oh, no!

she thought,

If Sharon wants Frank all to herself, how can I possibly compete with that? Frank loves my big tits, and he loves the way I suck his dick, but Sharon is gorgeous.

* * *

Frank made a quick tour around the building with Mark, one of the younger security guys. The way Frank had been training Mark and Troy was essentially what he could recall from his own early training with the military police. He would point out little things that might have gone unnoticed, getting them to pay close attention to little details. Today, though, Frank was preoccupied after that exchange with Sharon.

"Uh-oh," Mark muttered.

Frank was instantly back in the present and focused. He looked in the direction Mark was looking and nodded. A car on the far side of the parking lot had one door that was slightly ajar. Both men started walking in that direction.

"Good eye, Mark," Frank said.

"Thanks," Mark replied. He grinned, just pleased that he had spotted it. He knew he wouldn't even have noticed two weeks ago. Frank's training was paying off.

When they reached the car, one of the newer teachers popped up on the far side of the car.

"Oh! You startled me," she said.

Frank gave her a reassuring smile. "Grace, how are you?" he asked. "Is everything okay?"

"I think I have a flat tire," she replied. "I know I had a tire iron, but I moved it. Now I can't find it."

"Okay," Frank said smoothly. "Let's take a look."

The tire was obviously flat. Grace kept her little hatchback incredibly cluttered with boxes, books, and other odds and ends. It always bothered Frank a little when he saw how disorganized so many of these teachers were. They found the tire iron after a few minutes, but then it took all of Frank's discipline not to stare at Grace in disbelief when she said, "Oh, that's right, I took out the spare to make room in the back."

How in the fuck could you drive around without a spare tire!?!

He thought it, but he shook his head and calmly asked, "Does your insurance have roadside assistance?"

Of course, she had no idea. It took a pair of phone calls for her to find out. The first phone call was to her dad, because she had no idea where she had put her insurance card. Frank ignored the throbbing in his temples, smiling and shaking his head as he called for a tow truck.

* * *

After she had returned to her classroom, Sharon had to sit down at her desk. Her legs were shaking and she had to blow out several breaths to calm down. Even though it had been a very brief glance over her shoulder, she couldn't get Frank's face out of her mind. He hadn't had the same hungry, aroused expression she recalled from that unforgettable afternoon at his apartment, but her imagination always provided that face.

She lifted her skirt, and used two fingers on her left hand to rub her inflamed pussy through her panties. A dark fantasy played in her mind as her fingers picked up speed and pressed harder. What if the school had been completely empty, except for the two of them? She had told Frank she was his, any time, any way he wanted her. In her fantasy, Frank shook his head. "You asked for this," he growled.

Then he was behind her, pulling her skirt up out of the way and ripping her panties right off of her body. "Oh, yes," she moaned helplessly, shuddering as she imagined how he would take her right there in the hallway of the school...

Sharon felt a pang of guilt when she left her classroom and headed for the library. She knew Frank was dedicated to Sarah, and she really did not relish being the kind of woman who would break up another couple like she now planned. Just a month ago, she would never have considered what she now felt she had to do.

Sarah looked up at her when she walked in, and Sharon could read the nervousness in her expression. Putting on her best friendly smile, Sharon walked over to the shy, shorter woman. Sharon's eyes took in the baggy dress and thick glasses and wondered again what Frank saw in her. She was still trying to justify her actions, trying to rationalize that Frank deserved better.

At the same time, she didn't want to make an enemy of Sarah. Her plan wouldn't work if Sarah or Frank thought she was trying to break them up.

"Hi, Sarah," she said softly. "I need to find a video for my class. Would you mind helping me?"

Sarah swallowed and nodded, trying to return that friendly smile. "Sure," she replied.

The audio-visual section of the library was a small, separate room in the back corner, just past the circulation desk and copier. Neither woman noticed Theresa browsing in the reference section when they walked past her into the smaller room. Theresa hadn't intended to eavesdrop, but her eyes opened wide when she heard Sharon talking just around the corner.

"Frank's amazing, isn't he?" Sharon gushed.

"Yes, he is," Sarah replied automatically. After a moment, she added, "Wait, what do you mean by that?"

Sharon sighed theatrically and her eyes took on a distant look. "Oh, you know. The way he just takes charge, and he's just really good at everything. I never had a guy lick me like that before. Even that first time, it was like he knew my body perfectly."

Sarah nodded, but her face betrayed how troubled she was to hear Sharon say it.

"Plus, he's just got an amazing body," Sharon continued. "It was such a turn-on when he picked me up, flipped me over...mmm." She shivered as she recalled it. Her voice dropped to a near-whisper, and Theresa leaned closer to the wall to hear. "I never knew how amazing it could be to have a man fuck my ass until Frank did it. I think that's still my favorite. What about you?"

Out in the library, Theresa shivered as she pictured the scene Sharon described. She had thoroughly enjoyed flirting with Frank since he had arrived at the school. Frank had barely spoken to her since he started dating Sarah. But if he was having sex with Sharon, maybe she could get in on what sounded like amazing sex. Her marriage had far too little of that, lately.

Sarah was completely befuddled as she stared at Sharon. She could not keep the horrified expression from her face. "I...I," she stammered.

Sharon put her hand lightly on Sarah's forearm. "I'm sorry," she murmured. "I probably shouldn't have said anything. I just thought we could both make him happier if we compared notes. Please, just forget I said anything." She glanced up at the shelf and said, "Oh! Here's the video I needed. Thank you so much, Sarah."

Sarah nodded, unable to find words. Sharon couldn't resist adding in a whisper, "for everything."

Theresa and Sarah both watched Sharon saunter out of the library. Sarah felt numb as she locked the door to the A/V room and made her way back over to the circulation desk.

Oh, Frank!

she thought.

How could you?

The more she thought about it, though, the more she blamed herself. Frank was everything she had ever wanted in a man, but it wasn't like they were engaged. He hadn't promised her anything, and Sharon was the kind of woman every guy wanted.

She hadn't told Frank, but she had been watching another video; "doing her homework" as she thought of it. Sarah had been practicing with her vibrator, getting her virgin asshole ready to take Frank's thick cock. She had been terribly excited as she anticipated how it would feel. Now...she suddenly felt cheap, like she was trying to throw herself at him just to keep him interested.

It felt like the romantic relationship she thought she and Frank enjoyed was a lie, and it made her feel stupid. Sarah was so lost in her thoughts that she jumped a bit when Theresa walked up to the circulation desk.