Head Games - ch.08 - Library Restroom
Skyler and Theo get up to some shenanigans in the Library Restroom. See what happens when they're interrupted.
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Skyler POV
We finished eating and decided to continue the campus tour before things got a little too serious and I did something monumentally stupid, like dropping to one knee and proposing like some lovesick puppy who’s lost all control of himself, or something else equally embarrassing. We were covering topics that were on the deeper side for two people who had just met less than 24 hours ago. And if I’m being honest, I was getting both turned on and excited at the prospect of having something more with Theo and recognized I needed to calm things down before I fucked it up.
We walked around the various buildings. When we got to the library, he made a comment about the basement level having some cruisy bathrooms, as well as some on the third floor, just in case I had the urge or needed to take the edge off.
My immediate reaction was a blend of curiosity and disappointment because I hoped he would be the one to help with those particular urges, but I guess he had different ideas.
“I thought that was just a myth.”
That drew a laugh out of him. “Not a myth,” he said. “Especially around finals, when people can’t afford the time to leave campus and go to the bars or would prefer to avoid the apps.”
“Speaking from experience?” I teased. It was a bad attempt at hiding the pang of jealousy I felt trying to nudge its way in. Theo was still a freshman but he’d completed his first semester so he would have gone through a finals week.
“Yes,” he answered. And I admired that he did it without hesitation or apology. “And not just during finals. If you just really need to get your dick sucked or get the oral craving yourself, wait around long enough and you’ll get what you’re looking for. It’s just a matter of time.”
I wanted to ask which role he played when he went down there, and it was like he could read my mind, because he leaned in close and said in a hushed voice, though I wasn’t sure why because it’s not like there was anyone close enough to hear us, “He doesn’t know it, but the first cock I sucked down there was one of my professors.”
I suddenly understood why he whispered it. That’s not exactly something you even take the risk of someone overhearing. It could cause some serious problems.
Then I accidentally demonstrated my ignorance on such things by asking how he knew who it was, without the other guy knowing. Obviously there was some form of glory hole or under-the-stall action going on, but still, I regretted the question the moment I asked it.
“I unloaded on the bathroom floor just as he shot down my throat, and I sort of freaked out. Like, there was this crazy realization of what I did, and a level of paranoia about what he might expect to happen next. I honestly didn’t know what to expect and really just wanted to get out of there. So I rushed out, but as I was leaving, I had to know who it was, so I ducked down an aisle that would allow me to watch the door.”
“Fuck, that’s kinda hot!” I admitted, and then asked for the details, like his reaction when he saw it was one of his professors.
“Scary, freaky, and hot. I don’t really know how to describe it other than that. Part of me was a little scared he would figure it out and it would make class awkward. Especially if he wanted a repeat, because then it might feel like an obligation, or worse, if I wasn’t feeling it at the time.”
We went down to the basement and he showed me where it happened as well as everything else going on in his thoughts, both the good and the bad. Like, the risk of getting caught while he was doing it only amplified after the fact, when he was watching the door. The risk that the guy would come out and see him watching and realize who he was.
How, in hindsight, he kind of wished he had been caught because of the prospect of doing it again. But that was the fantasy part of it. In reality, he’s glad he didn’t get caught. He said the guy wasn’t exactly his type but was still good looking. He had the dad vibes that spoke of a man not enough at home, and if allowed, seemed like he could really give a wild fuck because he clearly needed it.
Then he went on to explain that he had a decent cock. It’s not huge or anything, it just had a nice shape to it. In the bathroom, he pointed to where it happened and said how the guy needed to get on his knees to slip his cock under the partition wall, and I could see it. They seemed higher than they should be, and I wondered why.
I just kept getting harder and harder with all the new details, and even thought about the possibility of recreating it with Theo. I wondered what he would look like, with his cock slipping under the partition, ready and waiting for me to suck it.
“So, being in his class after that must have been wild,” I observed. “Did you get hard thinking about it?”
“Fuck yeah I did. So many times. I think that was when I realized I like the naughty side of sex. Because, like I said, physically he wasn’t exactly the type of guy I was normally into. But when you add in the extra details, it was seriously tempting. I wanted to tell him it was me, so he could fuck me on his desk.”
“Why didn’t you?” I asked. I mean, it’s not like the guy wasn’t into it. He came quick. So what would be the harm? But I could tell how Theo was conflicted about it. With one statement he’s talking about wanting it. And the next, he’s giving reasons against doing it.
The honest answer, “I’m not sure how he would react. I don’t want him to feel awkward, just in case. Some people are fine with it as long as they think their anonymity is secure. The knowledge that someone knew, someone that you in a way have authority over. It could go a number of directions.”
“So you’d want a repeat, if you could?” I asked. The idea of Theo sucking off one of his professors, or possibly doing even more than that, was a hot one to think about. It reminded me of a number of erotic stories I’d stroked off to in the past. It’s a common trope.
“Hell yeah,” he answered, and then seeing my reaction, pushed further. “Does that turn you on? Thinking about me with my professor?”
“Hell yeah it does,” I answered honestly. I didn’t even hesitate. “Like it’s wrong by normal standards, but you’re both adults, so there’s no harm there. But, the taboo of it. I see the appeal. Being asked to stay after class. The professor locking the door after everyone else is gone and then fucking in such a public location. Why wouldn’t that turn me on?”
He put his hand on my chest and began pushing me backwards. “And if I was your boyfriend at the time?”
My breath hitched at the question because of what he was implying. I knew what I wanted to say, but it took a second to find the words. The honest reaction was that I’d almost be disappointed if he passed up on the opportunity, but it lacked the punch I wanted. Because more than anything, I wanted to impress him and if possible, find a way to encourage that boyfriend thing he mentioned.
Finally, I found the words and the confidence to pull it off. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer, so our lips were close. I looked him in the eyes and without blinking, gave him my answer. “I’d expect you to give me every detail while I fucked his load deeper into your ass.”
Yes, I recognized how out of character the line was. How staged it felt. But my focus was on showing him how serious I was about it.
He closed the distance while pushing me into the last stall. His lips met mine in a kiss that was fierce and hungry. A direct and physical answer to my brazen declaration. His hands slid under my shirt, palms flat and warm against my stomach, pushing the fabric up. I felt the cool metal of the stall wall against my back as he pressed into me, our bodies fitting together in the tight space. His kiss deepened, tongue searching, and a low groan escaped me.
