Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 13

For an answer, I lifted her arms, one at a time, then dropped the dress over her and pulled them through the arm holes. When the dress was settled, I turned her around and zipped it up. I turned her around again to face me. I held up my hand, palm outward. And as she watched I pressed it against the front of her dress and ran it deliberately all over her breasts and abdomen. Immediately dark stains began to appear in the fabric of her dress, showing where my semen still lay wet on her skin.

I extended a forefinger and wiped some of the semen from her chin. I held my finger in front of her so she could see it, then placed it against her lips. She bent her head slightly to take it into her mouth, and I could see she was looking at the stains on her dress as she licked off my finger.

And suddenly she began to climax, pressing both hands between her legs and bending over as though trying not to pee. Her glasses fell to the rug. She made a sound, "Oooo. Oooo," over and over, as quietly as she could, and her expression seemed almost pained as she looked up at me.

When she was done and had straightened up again I picked up her glasses and set them back on her nose. Then I lifted up her dress and ran two fingers between her legs to gather some of the moisture from the now sodden crotch of her panties. I smeared the moisture across her lips.

Then I picked up her purse and handed it to her, went behind her and, putting my hands on her shoulders gave her a gentle push in the direction of the exit. I grabbed the book she'd been looking at off the shelf and followed her.

Carol had obviously hoped to sneak out unobserved, and gasped when I grabbed her shoulder just as she was passing the checkout desk and said loudly, "Hey Carol, don't forget to check out your book."

She had to turn around and rummage through her purse for her library card under the eyes of the dorky student librarian in thick glasses. He seemed not to notice her shiny lips, the small white glob on her chin, or the stains on the front of her dress—although these last had already dried somewhat and weren't as obvious as they had been. But she knew they were there and blushed a deep crimson throughout the entire transaction and continued to blush all the way back to her dormitory room.

When we got to her door, she turned to me and said, with some anger, "Jonathan, I don't want anyone else to know about..." She stopped and looked down, blushing. "...about what we do."

I put one hand on her shoulder and smoothed her hair with the other as I replied, "Relax. He didn't notice a thing." I began massaging her shoulder-blades, at the same time stealthily unhooking her dress at the top as I continued. "Just be glad I gave you your dress back."

And with that I quickly unzipped her dress again and pulled it off her shoulders so that it fell to the floor around her ankles. Then before she could react I pulled her into a passionate kiss, fondling her behind for a moment before releasing her.

With a gasp she frantically dug through her purse for her room key, opened the door and dashed inside. I managed to kick her dress inside before the door slammed behind her.