Chapter 8: Return to the stacks
Maggie was the first to awaken. When she found herself in a stack of her friends, she smiled happily. They were good people, if horny. She distractedly kissed the back of Janice’s neck for a few minutes. Janice rolled her hips against Maggie in her sleep, but Maggie let her fantasize that it was Oliver kissing her.
Abby opened her eyes and smiled past Janice, then reached out to stroke Maggie’s hair. Maggie shivered at the touch of her best friend.
She had no idea what Abby was thinking, but she didn’t care. Abby’s fingers were soft, and her touch was gentle. Maggie closed her eyes and leaned into Abby’s hand, letting the warmth of her friend’s skin soothe her.
Janice stirred in Maggie’s lap, her hips rolling lazily against Maggie’s thighs. A soft moan escaped her lips, and Maggie smiled. She loved the way Janice moved when she was asleep, the way her body seemed to seek out pleasure even in her dreams.
Abby’s fingers tangled in Maggie’s hair, pulling her head back gently. Maggie opened her eyes, meeting Abby’s gaze. There was something in her best friend’s eyes—something dark and hungry.
Maggie’s breath caught as Abby’s fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her closer. The air between them was thick with the scent of sex—sweat, cum, and the musky tang of arousal. Maggie could feel the heat radiating off Abby’s body, see the way her nipples hardened.
Abby’s lips curled into a smirk. "You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?" she murmured, her voice low and teasing. "About how good it would feel to have me inside you."
Maggie’s pulse quickened. She *was* thinking about it.
The way Abby’s fingers had felt inside her before, the way she’d made Maggie’s body tremble and beg. The way she’d whispered filthy, dirty things in her ear while her fingers worked Maggie’s cunt like she owned it.
Maggie’s breath hitched as Abby’s lips brushed against hers, soft at first, then harder, more demanding. Abby’s tongue pushed into her mouth, tasting like cum and lust, and Maggie moaned into it, her fingers tangling in Abby’s hair.
Janice stirred in Maggie’s lap, still half-asleep, her hips rolling against Maggie’s thighs.
Maggie drew back and made an apologetic face to Abby. “I can’t, my beautiful sister slut. I have to work.” Abby’s eyebrows closed together and then she laughed softly. “Okay, but you’ll owe me.” Maggie nodded, kissed her own fingertips, then pressed them to Abby’s lips. “Always and forever, Abs.”
Abby closed her eyes and started to suck on Maggie's fingers, but Maggie knew better. She got out of the bed and went to take a shower before it would be impossible to get up. When she went back in the room to dress, Janice and Abby were back asleep. She dress quietly in a pair of tight jeans and a knit top. She pulled her hair up in a ponytail, then stepped into a pair of high-heeled shoes.
As she left, she felt about lying to Abby. But she didn't have a class until 10 and she *was* going by the library. She just didn't think she was ready to share Judy yet. She rocked from side to side as she took the old elevator to the top floor. She made her way to the door to the study room, not seeing anyone else around. She knocked and opened the door, surprised but happy to find it unlocked.
The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from a small lamp in the corner. The air was thick with the scent of old books and something else—something musky and warm.
"Judy?" Maggie called softly, stepping inside.
The door clicked shut behind her, and she turned to see Judy standing there, her back pressed against the wood, her fingers curled around the edge of the doorframe. She was dressed in a black lingerie, a skimpy lacy bra that pushed her breasts up to Maggie attention. A garter belt and stockings matched the bra, and the stockings ended in a pair of five inch stilettos. And that was it.
Instead of panties or a thong, Judy's cock hung halfway down her knee. Maggie looked and then looked again, imagining it was pulsing. Maggie looked back into Judy's face and giggled a little. "Expecting someone?" Maggie asked, her voice breathless as her eyes raked over Judy's exposed body. The sight of that thick cock jutting out between her thighs made Maggie's mouth water. She could already imagine how it would feel stretching her lips, filling her throat, the way Judy would groan when she took her deep.
Judy smirked, pushing off the door and sauntering toward her. "I was hoping you'd show up," she purred, her hips rolling with each step, making her cock bob slightly. "I've been thinking about you since we...were together."
Maggie swallowed hard, her fingers twitching at her sides. "You have?" she whispered, her pulse hammering in her throat. "I've been thinking about you too." Judy's smirk deepened, her fingers reaching out to trace the line of Maggie's jaw. "Have you?" she murmured, her thumb brushing over Maggie's lower lip. "Tell me what you've been thinking about, baby girl."
Maggie's breath hitched as Judy's fingers lingered on her lips, her tongue darting out to wet them. "I—I've been thinking about how good you taste," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "And how much I want to taste you again."
Judy's eyes darkened with hunger, her fingers tightening in Maggie's hair. "Fuck, you're filthy for me, aren't you?" she growled, pulling Maggie's head back, exposing her throat. "On your knees, sweetheart. Let me see how much you've been thinking about my cock."
Maggie's breath hitched, her body obeying before her mind could catch up. She sank to her knees in front of Judy, her fingers trembling as she reached for the thick shaft between her thighs. The moment her fingers wrapped around it, Judy groaned, her hips jerking forward.
"Fuck, yes," Judy hissed, her fingers tangling in Maggie's hair. "Just like that, baby. Open that pretty little mouth for me."
Maggie's lips parted obediently, her tongue darting out to lick the thick head of Judy's cock. The taste of her—salty, musky, intoxicating—made Maggie's pussy clench with need. She moaned around the tip, her fingers tightening around the base as she took more of her in.
"Goddamn, you're such a good little bitch," Judy groaned, her hips rolling forward, forcing more of her cock into Maggie's mouth. "Take it deeper, baby. You know you want it."
Maggie’s breath hitched as Judy’s fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her closer. The thick cock in her mouth stretched her lips obscenely, the head pressing against the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, her eyes watering, but she forced herself to relax, to take more.
"Fuck, yes," Judy groaned, her hips rolling forward, driving her cock deeper. "That’s it, baby. Take it all."
Maggie’s fingers dug into Judy’s thighs, her nails leaving little red marks in the soft skin. She could feel the thick veins pulsing against her tongue, the heat of Judy’s cock radiating through her.
The scent of her arousal was thick in the air, musky and intoxicating, making Maggie’s own pussy throb with need. She moaned around the shaft, the vibrations making Judy’s hips jerk forward.
"Fuck, you’re so fucking good at this," Judy growled, her fingers tightening in Maggie’s hair. "Look at you, taking my cock like my favorite plaything."
Maggie’s breath hitched as Judy’s hips rolled forward, driving her cock deeper into her throat. She gagged, her eyes watering, but she forced herself to relax, to take more. She could feel the thick veins pulsing against her tongue.
Judy captured Maggie's head in her hands and began to fuck her mouth in earnest. Her balls pressed on Maggie's chin with each stroke. Maggie's cheeks hollowed and she slurped hungrily, relishing Judy's taste.
"Fuck, yes," Judy groaned, her fingers tightening in Maggie’s hair. "Take that cock like a good little slut. You love it, don’t you? Taking my cock down your tight little throat." Judy’s voice was a low, filthy growl, her hips snapping forward with each word. Maggie’s lips stretched obscenely around the thick shaft, her tongue swirling around the head as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard. The wet, sloppy sounds of her mouth working Judy’s cock filled the room, mingling with Judy’s ragged breaths and Maggie’s desperate moans.
Judy’s fingers tightened in Maggie’s hair, pulling her head back just enough to make her gag, then pushing her down again, forcing her to take more. "That’s it, baby," Judy panted, her hips rolling forward, driving her cock deeper. "Take it all. Fucking take it like the greedy little cocksucker you are," Judy growled, her hips slamming forward with brutal force. Maggie’s throat stretched obscenely around the thick shaft, her lips stretched so wide they nearly touched her ears. The head of Judy’s cock pressed against the back of her throat, and Maggie gagged, her eyes watering as she fought to relax. "You love this, don’t you? Taking my cock so deep you can’t breathe. You’re such a filthy little slut for me."
The sensation of Judy’s cock sliding down her throat made Maggie’s entire body tremble. She could feel every ridge, every vein, every pulse of Judy’s thick shaft as it stretched her lips wide. And a fire was burning at her core, relishing the sensation and the filthy words, the way she was being used.
The wet, obscene sounds of her gagging filled the room, mingled with Judy’s filthy praise. "Fuck, look at you," Judy groaned, her fingers tightening in Maggie’s hair. "You’re taking my cock like such a good little slut. You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to choke on my dick while you beg for more."
Maggie’s fingers dug into Judy’s thighs, her nails leaving deep red crescents in the soft skin. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think—all she could do was take it, her throat working around the thick intrusion. Her own fingers stroked her pussy through her jeans, and MAggie could feel the heat and the wetness of her hungry pussy.
But Judy didn’t let up. She fucked Maggie’s throat with brutal, relentless strokes, her hips snapping forward with each thrust, her fingers tangled in Maggie’s hair, pulling her head back just enough to make her gag, then pushing her down again, forcing her to take more.
"Fuck, yes," Judy groaned, her voice rough with lust. "Take it all." Then Judy growled and Maggie felt her cock swell and then pulse. She couldn't taste Judy's cum, but she could feel it as Judy jetted her seed into Maggie's willing throat.
Maggie's hands moved to Judy's ass, pulling her in deeper, making her choke and gag on the thick cock in her mouth. Judy's fingers tightened in Maggie's hair, pulling her head back just enough to let her breathe, but not enough to let her escape. Maggie's eyes watered, her lips stretched obscenely around Judy's cock, her throat working to swallow every last drop.
The thick, salty taste of her cum filled Maggie's mouth, coating her tongue, dripping down her throat. She moaned around the shaft, her fingers digging into Judy's ass, pulling her in deeper, desperate for more.
"Fuck, you're such a good little slut," Judy groaned, her hips rolling forward, driving her cock deeper into Maggie's throat. "Swallow it all, baby. Every fucking drop."
When Judy was done, she let Maggie pull off her cock. Maggie stood shakily as Judy turned and walked to the leather couch. "Take off your clothes, baby girl, then join me." Judy sat and spread her legs, displaying her slightly sagging cock, still glistening with Maggie's saliva. "I've got a place for you to sit." Judy patted her thigh, her fingers tracing the outline of her cock. "Right here, baby girl. On my lap. Let me feel that tight little cunt of yours."
Maggie hesitated for only a second before unbuttoning her jeans, sliding them down her hips along with her panties. The cool air of the study room brushed against her bare skin, making her shiver. She stepped out of the denim pool around her ankles and kicked them aside, leaving her in nothing but her knit top and heels.
Judy's eyes raked over her body, lingering on the damp patch between her thighs.
"Fuck, look at you," she growled, her fingers stroking her own cock lazily. "Already soaking wet for me. Come here, baby. Let me feel that tight little cunt."
Maggie stepped forward, her breath hitching as she straddled Judy’s lap. The leather couch creaked beneath them, the sound mixing with the wet, obscene noises of their bodies pressing together. Judy’s hands gripped Maggie’s hips, pulling her closer, and Maggie could feel the heat of her cock pressing against her bare stomach.
"Fuck, you’re so soft," Judy murmured, her fingers digging into Maggie’s flesh. She reached for Maggie's shoulders and pulled off her top then pulled Maggie against her, rubbing their breasts together.
"Look at you, trembling for me. You want this, don’t you? You want to feel me stretch you open, fill you up."
Maggie whimpered, her fingers clutching at Judy’s shoulders as she lowered herself onto her. The thick head of Judy’s cock pressed against her entrance, stretching her open with a sharp, delicious burn. She gasped, her body tensing as she took the first inch inside her.
"Relax, baby," Judy cooed, her hands sliding up Maggie’s back, pulling her down. You can handle me.
You’re built for this, aren’t you? Built to take my cock like a good little slut.” Judy’s voice was a low, filthy growl, her hips rolling up to meet Maggie’s slow descent. The thick head of her cock stretched Maggie’s tight cunt obscenely, the burn of the intrusion making her whimper. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” Judy groaned, her fingers digging into Maggie’s hips, pulling her down harder. “Take it, baby. Take every fucking inch.”
Maggie gasped as she sank lower, the thick shaft splitting her open, filling her so completely she could feel every ridge, every vein pulsing inside her. The stretch was almost too much, but the pleasure was overwhelming, a deep, throbbing ache that made her clench around Judy’s cock.
Maggie whimpered, her fingers clawing at Judy’s shoulders as she forced herself to relax, to take more. The burn was intense, but the pleasure was even stronger, a deep, throbbing need that made her pussy clench around Judy’s cock.
“You like that, don’t you?” Judy growled, her hips rolling up to meet Maggie’s slow descent. Maggie hissed as Judy's cock poked her cervix, then clamped down hard on the intruder. "God, Judy, no one's ever been that deep...." Maggie gasped, her nails digging into Judy's shoulders as the thick cock pressed against her cervix. The sensation was overwhelming—painful, but in the most intoxicating way, like a fire spreading through her veins. She could feel every ridge, every vein of Judy's cock as it stretched her impossibly wide, filling her so completely she couldn’t tell where she ended and Judy began.
Judy's fingers dug into Maggie's hips, pulling her down harder, forcing her to take every last inch. "Fuck, look at you," Judy growled, her voice rough with lust. "You're taking me so deep, baby. You love it, don't you?
Taking my cock so deep you can't breathe. You're such a filthy little slut for me." Maggie whimpered, her fingers digging into Judy's shoulders as the thick cock pressed against her cervix. Maggie's eyes open, huge and hungry, peering into Judy's eyes as Maggie stands a little and then impales herself hard again. And again and again. Maggie bounces slow and hard on Judy's cock, her hips making little circles.
Maggie leans forward and bites Judy's neck, not remotely gently, then murmurs, "You like being so deep inside me, don't you, Mommy? Claiming your baby girl." Maggie bites again as her bouncing speeds up gradually. Then her lips move higher, to the underside of Judy's jaw. "You'd breed me if you could, wouldn't you, Mommy?" Maggie whispered against Judy's neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin as she ground down harder. "You'd fill me up with your cum until I'm dripping, until I can't walk straight, until I'm so full of your seed that it leaks out of me for days." Her voice was a filthy purr, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles as she worked herself deeper onto Judy's cock. "You'd make me your little cum dump, wouldn't you? Your perfect little breeding bitch."
Judy groaned, her fingers digging into Maggie's hips hard enough to leave bruises. "Fuck, yes," she growled, her hips bucking up to meet Maggie's descent. Maggie purrs and bounces harder, then tilts her head and bites the other side of Judy's neck. "We can make it happen, you know. Spend days on end fucking, until we're both too sore to move." Maggie licks Judy's neck and bites again. Judy growls as Maggie continues to murmur. "Is that what you want, Mommy?"
Maggie whispered, her voice dripping with filth as she ground down on Judy’s cock. "To breed me like your little slut? To fill me up with so much cum I’ll be dripping for days?"
Judy’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening in Maggie’s hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat. "Fuck yes," she growled, her hips snapping up to meet Maggie’s slow, deliberate grind. "I want to see you swollen with my cum, your belly round and full, your pussy dripping with my seed. I want to fuck you until you’re so full you can’t take anymore, until you’re begging me to stop, but I won’t. I’ll keep fucking you, filling you up, making you take every last drop of my cum, until you’re dripping with it, until it’s running down your thighs, until you’re so full you can’t even walk straight. I’ll breed you, baby. I’ll make you mine. I’ll make you mine forever."
Maggie’s breath hitched as Judy’s fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her throat. The thick cock inside her pulsed, swelling even larger, stretching her impossibly wide. She could feel every ridge, every vein, every pulse of Judy’s cock as it filled her to the brim.
The stretch was almost too much, but the pleasure was even stronger, a deep, throbbing ache that made her clench around Judy’s cock. Maggie reaches down and pulls down the cups of Judy's bra. Looking into Judy's eyes, Maggie fingers her nipples, the takes a hold of both of them and begins twisting and pulling on them. Her cunt squeezes Judy's cock in rhythm with the torture on her breasts.
Maggie's fingers twist and pull, stretching the nipples out to their limits before letting them snap back. Judy's breath catches, her hips bucking up involuntarily as Maggie's fingers work their cruel magic.
"Fuck, you little bitch," Judy growls, her fingers digging into Maggie's hips hard enough to bruise. "You're gonna pay for that."
Maggie just smiles, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she continues her torment. "Oh, I'm counting on it," she purrs, leaning down to bite Judy's earlobe between her teeth. "But first, I want you to fuck me like you mean it. I want to feel you lose control. Fuck me like you own me, Mommy. Fuck me like I'm your little slut who can't get enough of your cock." Maggie's voice was a filthy whisper, her breath hot against Judy's ear. Her fingers twisted and pulled at Judy's nipples, stretching them out before letting them snap back again with a sharp sting. Judy groaned, her hips bucking up involuntarily, her cock swelling even thicker inside Maggie's tight cunt.
"Fuck, you're gonna regret that," Judy growled, her fingers digging into Maggie's hips hard enough to leave bruises. She pulled Maggie down onto her cock with a brutal thrust, making her gasp as the thick shaft slammed against her cervix.
Maggie's eyes return to Judy as Maggie leans down to lightly kiss Judy's mouth, lips brushing over Judy's. Judy nearly pants for wanting more. "Tell me all the nasty things you have in mind for me, Mommy. How you want to use and abuse your baby girl." Maggie's voice was a filthy whisper, her breath hot against Judy's lips. "You want to fuck me in public, showing everyone your special girl." Maggie's lips brush Judy's again.
"You'll give me to your friends, proving what a beautiful bitch you have and control." Judy's mind reels as Maggie opens doors in her imagination she didn't know existed. Maggie slowly increases the tempo of her fucking as she watches the transformation behind Judy's eyes.
The way Judy's pupils dilate, the way her breath hitches, the way her fingers dig into Maggie's hips with bruising force—it all tells Maggie she's getting to her. She leans down, her lips brushing against Judy's ear, her breath hot and heavy. "You want to fuck me like that, don't you, Mommy?" she whispers, her voice dripping with filth. "You want to take control, to show me who's in charge."
Judy's breath hitches, her fingers tightening in Maggie's hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat. "Fuck yes," she growls, her voice rough with lust. With her free hand, she slaps Maggie's breast fingertips smarting on her nipple. Maggie screams out, "Yes! Own me, Mommy!" Maggie gasped, her fingers clawing at Judy's shoulders as the thick cock pressed against her cervix. "Fuck me like I'm your little slut who can't get enough of your cock."
Maggie searches deep in herself for the limits of her own depravity. "You want to rent me to your girlfriends and then watch, telling them the best way to break your baby girl. Truly be your special whore..." Maggie bounces especially hard on Judy's throbbing dick. "You want to see them use me, don't you? See them stretch me open, fill me up, make me beg for more. You want to watch them break me, don't you, Mommy? Show me who's in charge."
Judy's breath hitched, her fingers tightening in Maggie's hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat. "Fuck yes," she growled, her voice rough with lust. "I want to see you on your knees, taking their cocks like the filthy little slut you are. I want to watch them use you, stretch you open, make you beg for more."
Maggie purrs against Judy. "Auction off my ass? Or are we going to reserve that for you?"
Finally Judy can take no more and she flips Maggie to her back, then bends over her, lifting Maggie's ankles to her shoulders and nearly bending her in half. Judy fucks her bestially, without rhythm or compassion. She ruts, and Maggie loves every bit of it. Maggie keeps egging her on until finally Judy howls and begins spurting her cum deep inside Maggie. Maggie tenses and then convulses herself, squirting all over the two of them then juddering uncontrollably in the throes of her orgasm.
Judy fucks her through it, her cock still pulsing inside Maggie's spasming cunt. Maggie's eyes roll back in her head and she screams, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" over and over again. Judy's hips slam into Maggie's ass, her cock pistoning in and out of Maggie's tight cunt, her balls slapping against Maggie's ass with each thrust. Maggie's fingers claw at Judy's back, her nails digging into the soft flesh, leaving deep red crescents in their wake. Judy's breath is ragged, her hips snapping forward with brutal force, her cock stretching Maggie's tight cunt obscenely.
The wet, sloppy sounds of their fucking fill the room, mingling with Maggie's desperate moans and Judy's filthy growls. Finally, they're both gasping, attempting to recover. Maggie grabs Judy by the ears and pulls her down for a long, deep kiss. Judy sags onto Maggie, and Maggie's hands slight down to grope Judy's ass. Maggie can feel Judy's heartbeat in her cock in her cunt. Maggie smiles angelically up to Judy and whispers, "Who's gonna break who...Mommy?" Maggie's fingers trace lazy circles on Judy’s back. Maggie’s pussy still throbbed around Judy’s cock, her walls fluttering with aftershocks as she rode out the last waves of her orgasm.
Judy groaned, her hips rolling lazily against Maggie’s. "Fuck, baby," she murmured, her breath hot against Maggie’s neck. "You’re gonna kill me." Her fingers lightly circle Maggie's throat.
Maggie's eyes flutter closed, her lips parting slightly as she exhales. Judy's fingers tighten just enough to make Maggie's pulse flutter under her touch. "You're so fucking beautiful like this," Judy murmurs, her voice rough with lust. "All flushed and fucked out, my cum dripping out of you." She leans down, her lips brushing against Maggie's ear. "I want to see you like this every day. My little fucktoy, my perfect little slut."
Maggie whimpers, her fingers digging into Judy's back as she feels the thick cock still buried inside her. Then she opens her eyes and blinks slowly. "How about most days? At least until you get bored with me." Maggie's voice was light, teasing, but Judy's fingers tightened around her throat just enough to make her breath hitch. "Don't you dare fucking joke about that," Judy growled, her hips rolling forward, her cock still buried deep inside Maggie. "You're mine. You got that? Mine." Her voice was rough, possessive, and Maggie's pussy clenched around her cock in response. "Yes, Mommy," Maggie whispered, her fingers tracing lazy circles on Judy's back. "I'm yours." She could feel Judy's heartbeat in her cock, still pulsing inside her, and the sensation made her shiver. "Good girl," Judy murmured, her lips brushing against Maggie's ear.
"Now be a good slut and clean me up." She pulled out slowly, her cock glistening with their combined juices, and Maggie whimpered at the sudden emptiness. But she didn’t hesitate—she sat up, her fingers trembling as she wrapped them around Judy’s thick shaft. The heat of it, the way it pulsed in her grip, made her mouth water. She licked her lips, then leaned down, her tongue flicking out to taste the salty mix of their combined release.
Judy groans, her fingers tangling in Maggie’s hair, pulling her head back just enough to make her throat stretch. Maggie, uncaring, continues to clean Judy's cock gently and slowly, her eyes on Judy's. Judy feels something uncoil inside her as she watches.
Maggie's lips part, her tongue swirling around the head of her cock, cleaning every last drop of their combined juices. The sight of Maggie's pink tongue gliding over her sensitive flesh makes Judy's breath hitch. "Fuck, look at you," Judy growls, her fingers tightening in Maggie's hair. "Such a good little cumslut, aren't you? Cleaning me up like a good girl." Her voice is rough, possessive, and Maggie shivers at the sound of it.
Maggie pulls the cock out of her mouth and stands, looking for her clothes. As she dresses, she looks at Judy. "I am the best girl." Maggie leans down to kiss Judy tenderly. "And not just a slut, though that's fun." Maggie kisses her one last time. "I've got history class, Mommy. You're just going to have to wait til next time." Maggie grinned, pulling on her knit top and adjusting her ponytail in the mirror. "You know, I might actually be late for class if I don't leave soon."
Judy rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her smirk as she watched Maggie gather her things. "You're such a tease," she said, stretching languidly on the couch. "But fine, go. I'll be here when you get back."
Maggie blew her a kiss before slipping out the door, the scent of their shared pleasure still clinging to her skin. The hallway was quiet, the late morning sun casting long shadows across the polished floors.
She was almost late for her history class, but got in on the back row. Prifessor Jenkins looked at her usual spot, then looked out into the rest of the room. When he spotted her, he nodded and began class. Abby got her notebook out and listened to the lecture, taking copious notes. When it was done, she went to the podium, Professor Jenkin's book in hand.
Professor Jenkins's expression was disappointed as Maggie tried to hand his book back to him. "Did you decide not to read it, Maggie?" Maggie was shocked at the question. "No sir, not at all. I've read most of it. But I didn't want to accidentally damage your signed copy, so I checked a different copy from the library." She handed him the book. "I think it's fascinating, and I'm looking forward to more research.
Professor Jenkins was relieved and gladly took his book back. Maggie went on, "I'd like to find time to talk to you about it in your office, sir. I just need to finish it and digest it." Professor Jenkins nodded and smiled. "Of course, dear girl. Just tell me when." Maggie nodded and headed out of the classroom to cross the quad and get to her English class.
As she was crossing the quad, Maggie saw Leo a little in front of her. She jogged to catch up with him, then wrapped his arm up in hers and leaned into him. "Hey, Leo!" Leo grinned, "Maggie! Hoe are you?" Maggie looked playfully rueful, "I'm just leaning on you to protect me should somebody else come along and decide he has the right to touch me." Leo laughed and put his arm around her waist. Maggie shivered at his touch and then settled in the crook of his arm as if she belonged there. They chatted amiably as they went inside the English building and to their classroom.
Dr. Haggerty lectured on the anti-Petrarchan tradition and then they did some analysis of Shakespearean sonnets based on the new concepts. As homework, the teacher asked them to write a short essay where they would evaluate a song of their choice in light of the new concepts. As he left the room at the end of rhe class, he gave Maggie a conspiratorial wink.
Maggie smiled and left the building bumping shoulders with Leo. Wordlessly, they each assumed they would have lunch together. As they walked, they were discussed which songs they would write about. Then Maggie looked up to see two familiar figures approaching, Eva and Liza.
Eva was wearing a crop top and tight jeans and Liza was showing off her proportions in a tank top and leggings. The two of them were laughing together, and as they got closer, Maggie could see some art on Eva’s neck.
As they reached other, Eva cried out to Maggie, then went to hug her. Leo grinned and called out. “Liza!” Before giving her a man hug, which Liza returned. Maggie was surprised and pleased as she gave Eva a warm kiss and then Liza two. Up close it was clear Eva now had a tattoo and, if Maggie was right, her own nipple piercings.
Eva’s eyes sparkled as she pulled back from the hug, her fingers tracing the fresh ink on her collarbone—a delicate vine with tiny flowers. "Do you like it?" she asked, tilting her head to show it off better. "Liza was busy last night…and then she got busier…”. Maggie raised her eyebrows and looked at Liza, who actually blushed.
Maggie turned back to Eva and studied the design, her fingers lightly brushing the raised skin. "It’s beautiful," she said sincerely. "Does it hurt?"
Eva laughed, a warm, unselfconscious sound. "Not as much as you’d think. Though Liza’s piercings *definitely* hurt more," Eva said, nudging her friend playfully. Liza rolled her eyes but smirked. “You seemed to like the barbells, baby.” Eva nodded.
Maggie chuckled and kissed Eva’s cheek. “More sensitive, yeah? I *love* mine.” Eva nodded and replies, “I remember” before remembering Leo was there and covering her mouth. Leo just raised his eyebrows.
Maggie blushes and nods, but Eva grins. “I got mine last night! Liza treated me really good.” She leans into Liza and gives her a slow kiss. Liza’s hands slide down Eva’s back to squeeze her ass hard.
I’ll treat you even better tonight,” Liza murmured against Eva’s lips, her fingers digging into the soft flesh. Eva moaned softly, her hips rolling against Liza’s thigh.
Maggie watched them with a mix of amusement and something deeper—something that made her pulse quicken. She glanced at Leo, who was grinning like an idiot. “You two are *adorable*,” he said, nudging Maggie’s shoulder. “Like a couple of horny teenagers.”
Eva pulled back from Liza’s kiss, her cheeks flushed. “We *are* horny teenagers,” she said, laughing. “But we’re also starving.
Let’s get lunch,” Liza said, looping her arm through Eva’s. “There’s a new place in town that does these insane loaded fries. I’ve been craving them all morning.”
Maggie’s stomach growled at the mention of food. “Oh my god, yes. I’ve been living on ramen and protein bars this week. I need real food.”
Leo clapped his hands together. “Perfect. I know just the spot. It’s this little diner downtown that does these killer burgers. And their milkshakes? Unreal.”
Eva bounced on her toes. “Ooh, I love diners! The greasier, the better.”
Liza smirked.
Maggie ponders a second. “But, Eva, I thought you had soccer practice?” Eva blinks a couple of times, then swears, “Well, fuck. I do. Rain check?” They all agree and head in their separate directions. Leo takes Maggie’s hand and leads her to the diner.
Maggie’s mind is still on Eva and Liza, and she can’t help but smile as she thinks about how happy they seem together. She looks up at Leo, who is humming to himself as he walks, and feels a warmth spread through her chest. She squeezes his hand, and he looks down at her with a grin.
The diner is small but cozy, with red vinyl booths and a jukebox in the corner playing old rock songs. The smell of grease and coffee fills the air, and Maggie’s stomach growls again. They slide into a booth by the window, and a waitress comes over with menus.
“What can I get you two?” she asks, her voice friendly. Maggie orders a salad with some chicken thrown in while Leo orders a bacon cheeseburger and fries. As the waitress leaves, Maggie covers Leo’s hand with hers and says, “ You have questions.” Leo looks at her with a grin. “I do, but I don’t want to embarrass you.” Maggie laughs. “You won’t. I’m an open book.” Leo’s eyebrows go up. “Really? You’ve been pretty closed off since we met.” Maggie nods. “I know. You should have known me before.” Leo squeezes her hand. “I’m glad. You’re amazing, Maggie. You deserve to be happy.” Maggie smiles, her heart fluttering. “I’m happy now.” Leo’s eyes soften, and he leans in, his lips brushing against Maggie’s ear. “I’m glad, baby girl. I’m glad.” Maggie shivers at the words, her pulse quickening, then murmurs. “Ask your questions…”, her eyes twinkling.
Leo leaned back in the booth, his fingers tracing idle circles on the table. “Okay, but only if you promise to answer honestly.” Maggie nodded, her lips curving into a playful smile. “Cross my heart.”
Leo exhaled, his gaze flickering to the window before meeting hers again. “You’ve been different lately. More… confident, I guess. Like you’ve finally figured something out.” He hesitated, then added, “And I don’t just mean with Eva and Liza.”
Maggie’s fingers tightened around her glass, the condensation cooling her skin. She studied the way the light caught the condensation, making tiny rainbows dance across the table.
"I *have* figured something out," she admitted softly. "Or maybe I just stopped pretending I didn't know it already."
Leo's fingers stilled. "Which is?"
Maggie took a slow sip of her water, letting the cold liquid settle in her stomach before answering. "That I don't have to be afraid of what I want."
The words hung between them, heavy and charged. Leo's thumb brushed over the back of her hand, his touch warm and steady. "And what do you want, Maggie?"
She turned her hand over, lacing their fingers together. "I want to stop apologizing for taking up space. I want to stop pretending I don't feel things just because they're inconvenient. I want to stop being afraid of what people will think if I actually say what I want out loud."
Leo's grip tightened around her fingers, his thumb tracing slow circles against her knuckles. "And what do you want out loud?"
Maggie exhaled, her shoulders relaxing as she leaned into the warmth of his touch. "I want to be happy. I want to be with people who make me feel alive. I want to stop pretending I'm fine when I'm not, and I want to stop pretending I don't know what I want just because it's easier than admitting it."
Leo's lips curved into a slow, knowing smile.
"And do I make you feel alive, Maggie?"
Maggie’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening around his. The diner’s hum of chatter and clinking silverware faded into the background, leaving only the warmth of his hand in hers, the way his thumb traced slow, deliberate circles against her knuckles.
She leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. "You do. More than you know."
Leo’s eyes darkened, his gaze flickering to her lips before meeting hers again. "Good," he murmured. "Because I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. About how you look when you’re laughing, about the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you love.
About how you make me feel like I can say anything, do anything, be anything, just because you’re there."
Maggie’s heart pounded in her chest, her fingers tightening around his. She had never heard words like that before, never felt this kind of connection. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
She took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. "I’ve been thinking about you too. A lot."
Leo’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. "Yeah?"
Maggie nodded, her cheeks flushing. "Yeah. I just… I didn’t know how to say it.
I didn’t know if I should say it. But then you rescued me. And I realized I couldn’t not say it.”
Leo’s thumb traced slow circles against her knuckles, his voice soft. “What did you realize?”
Maggie exhaled, her shoulders relaxing as she leaned into his touch. “That I want this. I want you. I want… all of it.”
The words hung between them, heavy and charged. Leo’s fingers tightened around hers, his gaze searching her face. “All of what?”
Maggie’s breath hitched, her pulse quickening. “I don’t know. Everything. The way you make me feel.” Maggie studies Leo’s eyes and takes a deep breath. “I’m going to tell you the truest thing I know. Can you deal with that?” Maggie’s voice was soft but steady, her eyes locked onto Leo’s. The diner’s hum of conversation faded into the background, leaving only the two of them in this moment.
Leo’s fingers tightened around hers, his thumb tracing slow circles against her knuckles. His gaze never wavered from hers, searching, assessing. Then, slowly, a smile curled at the corners of his mouth—a smile that made Maggie’s stomach flutter.
“Yeah,” he said finally, his voice low. “I can deal with that.”
Maggie exhaled, her shoulders relaxing as if she’d been holding her breath for years. A laugh bubbled up in her chest, light and free. “Good.” Maggie takes another deep breath and lets it out slowly.
“Abby showed me I can be physical…sexual without giving up the mental and intellectual aspects of myself. I was really scared of that.” Maggie searches Leo’s eyes and hurries on.
“So, I’ve learned I like to fuck. A lot. And I’m really good at it. It turns out I enjoy making my lovers feel good.” She squeezes Leo’s hand. “But, I don’t want to fuck you, Leo.” Leo’s eyes go wide and he starts to speak. Maggie stops him with a finger against his lips.
She goes on. “I mean, I do want to fuck you, Leo. But I’d rather continue to learn you…and then make love to you. Fucking can come later.” She studies him. “Do you get the difference I’m making?” Maggie asked, her voice soft but insistent. “Fucking is about release, about pleasure, about the body. Making love is about connection, about the soul. I want both with you, but not in that order.”
Leo’s fingers tightened around hers, his thumb tracing slow circles against her knuckles. His gaze never left hers, searching, assessing. “I get it.”
Maggie exhaled, her shoulders relaxing as if she’d been holding her breath for years. “Think we can do that, Leo?” Maggie asked softly, her fingers still laced with his. The diner’s clatter and hum faded into the background, leaving only the warmth of his hand and the steady rhythm of her own heartbeat.
Leo’s thumb traced slow circles against her knuckles, his gaze never wavering. “Yeah,” he said finally, his voice rough with something unspoken. “I think I want that too.”
Maggie exhaled, then reached out move Leo’s bangs from his forehead. A slow smile spread across her face, one that felt like sunlight breaking through clouds. “Good.”
The waitress arrived with their food, sliding the plates onto the table with a clatter. The scent of grease and melted cheese filled the air, but neither of them reached for their food right away. Leo’s thumb still traced slow circles against Maggie’s knuckles, his gaze locked onto hers. There was something in his eyes—something deep and unspoken—that made her stomach flutter.
Maggie broke the silence first, her voice soft but steady. “You’re staring.”
Leo smirked, but his fingers tightened around hers. “Can’t help it. You’re just… different today.”
Maggie tilted her head, studying him. “Not really. Same old me. Really interested in some studly soccer player.”
Leo’s thumb traced slow circles against her knuckles, his gaze never leaving hers. After a bit, Maggie squeezed his hand again and drew hers back. “Eat, Leo. And talk to me. Tell me about you.” Maggie said, picking up her fork and stabbing a piece of chicken. “I want to know everything.” Leo leaned back in the booth, his fingers drumming against the table. “Everything?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Maggie nodded, her eyes sparkling. “Every. Single. Thing.”
Leo chuckled, shaking his head. “Alright, but fair warning—I’m boring.”
Maggie rolled her eyes. “You’re not boring. You’re just… mysterious. And I want to unravel that mystery.”
Leo’s lips curled into a slow smile. “You really think you can handle all of me, huh?”
Maggie’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening around her fork. The way Leo looked at her—like he was seeing right through her—made her pulse quicken. She set the fork down, her voice barely above a whisper. “You better believe it.”