Eros Academy Ch. 03: Assignment

He felt the mattress shake subtly. He glanced over and saw that Jessica had shifted closer to him. She was staring down it him, eyes wide, biting her lip with concentration. She was so close he could feel her heat. Watching the minute rise and fall of her breasts, began to stroke faster, griping harder. "Then I start to pick up speed. Uh, just, huh, pumping it harder as it gets, huh, more and more sensitive." He worked his palm smoothly on his pole, feeling her eyes boring into him, stopping every few seconds to roll his thump on the slick tip. She shifted closer again, pressing her bare body flush against his. He could feel her breast resting against his arm, her bottom pressed against his. He closed his eyes. "Mmm, then, I feel myself getting close..." he muttered. He'd cross the point of no return. The climax was building in his testicles.

Jessica laid her head on his shoulder. Michael bit his lip, his hand moving rapidly. Her breath, hot and wet, hit his neck and it was the straw that broke the camel's back. His eyes squeezed shut. His body shuddered. He eschewed a quick gasp as he felt himself release. "Huh! Uuuh!"

His arm moved a few more times weakly a few more times before he let it fall to his side. His body relaxed and went limp against wall. His member dangled between his legs, draining onto the sheets. After a moment he lifted his swimming head and opened his eyes. Jessica was staring down, an amused grin on her face. "Well, that was a bit messy," she said. Following her gaze, he looked down and noticed the splash of viscous white cum puddle on her leg.

"Oh! I'm, I'm sorry," Michael sputtered, embarrassed. "I didn't realize that, uh..."

"No, no! It's okay. Really, I don't mind. It was just a little, well, surprising. Heh, I mean there was a lot of it." She giggled and after a moment Michael found himself laughing as well.

"Well, I think I've got enough info for my essay," Michael said, smiling tiredly. As he did his hand slid slowly around her back. He waited for her to wiggle away and when she didn't he shyly wrapped around her waist. He felt very warm and tired and content. "What do we do now?"

"Mmm, why don't we just rest a bit before we head back?" she suggested. Michael felt her hand creep round his back. He sighed, closing his eyes again and resting his head against hers.

"Sure," Michael said, his voice getting distant and swimmy, "that'd be nice." He breathed in and caught a deep whiff of her shampoo before he drifted off to sleep.

***

"Oh, shit!" Jessica hissed. Michael parted his eyes and blinked. They were lying beside one another, his arm draped over her, her head pressed against his chest. She had her phone held up to her face.

"Huh? Wh-what is it?" he asked, getting onto his elbow.

She began to scramble off of the mattress. "We fell asleep! It's 11:10, we missed the curfew!"

"Fuck!" Michael murmured, sitting upright. "God! I'm so sorry!"

"No, it's not your fault, I fell asleep too. Jesus, what are we going to do?!" She was frantically slipping into her panties. Her hair was wildly tussled from the pillow as she gathered up her clothing.

"Um, shit, well I guess we just try get back up there as quick and quiet as we can. I mean, what else can we do?" Michael said, grabbing his boxers.

Jessica stopped moving and considered. "Yeah. I guess that's all we can do. Damn it!" The both dressed as quickly as possible and Jessica packed up her Dolphin. Standing by the door, they eyed each other warily. Michael set his hand on the knob and, took a deep breath and opened it.

The door gave an agonizing squeal as it swung open. Michael pushed his head out the crack and peered down the hall. It was empty and dark. He listened for a moment. "Okay, coast is clear. Let's go."

He headed out the door and down the corridor quickly, Jessica following close. The glowing red exit sign above the door guided the way. As they reached the top of the stairs Michael had a terrible moment when he was certain that the door would be locked. The two of them would be stuck here the rest of the night and be found the next morning, at which time they'd be given some horrific punishment. But when he turned the doorknob it turned easily and clicked open. He pushed the door open a crack and paused.

"Hurry!" Jessica whispered edgily from behind him.

"Hang on, I just want to make sure it's clear." Very slowly he nudged his head out of the opening and looked around. The courtyard stood silent, the central fountain turned was turned off and the normally crowded space was totally devoid of people as far as he could tell.

"How's it look?' Jessica asked.

"Looks empty. Move fast. Ready?"

She nodded. Michael silently counted to three and then darted out into the courtyard. Jessica was close behind as he moved passed the silent statues, feeling the stony gaze of the nude lovers staring at him accusingly. When they reached archway they stopped at the door. Michael had another pang of terror when he was certain it would be locked, but instead it creaked open noisily. He stood to the side and waved her in. "Quick! Head up!"

Jessica ran passed him and headed towards the winding, spiral staircase. He followed behind her taking up the rear. It was so different in the dark, they both slowed down as they headed up there hands stretched out along the stone wall. They reached the landing, Michael was starting to feel a sense of real hope as they looked down the long carpeted corridor flanked by dorms, when he caught site of a flickering light coming from around the corner. "Who is that?" A stern voice called.

Jessica looked at him with panic in her eyes. Michael felt himself giving into fear as well. His eyes flashed around, looking for any source of cover he could find as he heard footstep drawing closer down the wall. He pointed frantically at a bust standing on the wall. Jessica looked over and seemed to understand. She darted over and crouched behind the pedestal. Michael followed her, dropping to his knees and pressing himself as close to the wall as he could.

He peered around the pedestal. The light grew brighter and the footsteps crept closer. Michael held his breath. "Whoever that is, I can hear you. It's past curfew." The voice called again, closer now. He could hear footfalls plodding along the hall. A flickering shadow fell over the far wall, moving steadily towards their hiding place. He tensed. Another twenty seconds and whoever it was would be right on top of them. He glanced over at Jessica. She was staring at him, eyes alive with terror. At that moment Michael decided, 'fuck it.'

"It's me." He said loudly, springing from his place against the wall and taking several steps towards the light. The figure halted in surprise. The light was coming from an old fashioned lantern held up by their face. It took Michael a moment to register the face in the shadows. It was Deacon Crane, the prefect who had shown them to the freshmen dorms on the first night.

Crane blinked. "Dravenwood? What are you doing out? Didn't I tell you about the curfew?"

Michael looked at the floor, trying to fight the urge to look back over his shoulder at the pedestal. "Yes sir. I'm sorry, I was down in one of the private study rooms catching up on some homework and I guess I just lost track of time. I fell asleep, woke up after curfew. I tried to sneak back to the dorms. It was dumb."

He slowly lifted his head to look at Crane's face. He seemed to be considering. "Hmm. Well, I suppose I can buy that. It's just you out here right?" He asked probingly. Michael nodded firmly, still holding his head down. Behind him Jessica was remaining as quiet as mouse. "Well," Crane said, "Since it's a first time I don't see the need to give you any demerits. But I do need to give you detention. Sound fair?"

"Very fair sir." Michael said, feeling relief creeping into his body. Crane produced a small notebook and set the lantern on the floor. He scribbled on the pad then tore of a sheet and handed it to him. It told to report to The Punishment Room no later than 6:00 p.m. tomorrow. Michael sensed he'd feel a little more apprehensive about this as it got closer, but for right now it was enough that he'd gotten Jessica clear.

"Come on now," said Crane, "let's get you back to your room." He turned on his heel and began to head back up the hall, the lantern stretched out in front of him. Taking up the rear, Michael risked a quick glance back over his shoulder at the pedestal. He caught a brief glimpse of Jessica's silhouette leaning out. He held up his hand to tell her to wait. When they reached his door, Crane said good night. Michael slipped into his room and waited by the door. Inside Wotan was snoring noisily, deep in sleep. He listened as Crane walked off the direction he'd come from and felt his body go slack against the door. He stood there breathing heavily for full minute before he heard a minute knock. Immediately he tensed back up.

He turned and very, very slowly and gently opened the door just a crack. Jessica was standing there. She was smiling nervously her eyes flying down the hall. "What?!" Michael hissed, "Get in your room! While the coast is cl-!"

But before he could get the words out she was putting her lips on his. Michael stopped thinking about getting caught. He stopped thinking about detention. Stopped thinking about the assignment and class and everything else all he was aware of were her lips on his. It was over much too fast. "Goodnight," she whispered as she broke off the kiss.