Page 20 of Lessons in Touch

“You know, I really think they need to have a better screening process here, at Wolfswood,” Cassandra keeps whispering to her friend, loudly enough so that I can hear her. “They’ll just let anyone in these days. Including half-American muts who look like they could use a good meal.”

The girls burst out giggling, and I can feel my world shrinking. She’s talking about me, of course she is.

I bury my head in my notes, but there’s no use in them now. My mind and my heart have absorbed Cassandra’s intention punch, and I can’t focus anymore.

“You know, some of these… Mmm… Students get in on a CA,” Cassandra keeps whispering.

“What’s that?” the other girl laughs.

“Oh, a cum admission,” Cassandra spits poison in my direction. “They write their admission essay in cum, and they get in.”

They both laugh, making me feel completely out of place.

When Professor Thompson pauses to take questions, I gather my things and slip out. I’ve had enough for today.

The hallway is empty, and its stone walls are cool and silent. It’s such a relief after all that chaos in the lecture. I lean against a pillar and try to steady my breathing. Cassandra's taunt keeps echoing in my mind.

Footsteps approach from down the hall. I look up and see Gabriel with his arms full of rolled maps. His jet-black hair looks slightly tousled, and his lean frame commands attention even while he's walking. He sees me and looks both surprised and concerned at the same time.

“Rose, what’s wrong?” he asks and pauses, shifting the maps from one hand to the other. “You look flustered.”

“It’s nothing,” I say, and try to avoid his searching eyes. “I’m just… having trouble adjusting.”

I can’t tell him about Cassandra, not without admitting how her words hit too close to our secret.

“You don’t need to hide from me. I’m on your side, no matter what. Rose, you’re stronger than you realize. Whatever it is, you’ll overcome it. If it’s the classes, don’t worry. You’re far too smart not to be able to handle some lessons in marketing. And if it’s the other students, then don’t worry about that either. They’re usually mean, spoiled brats. They don’t like outsiders.”

“I guess you’re right. I hadn’t thought about it like that. Thanks…” I tell him.

His trust in me calms my hurt feelings, and my stress is starting to fade.

“Come with me,” he says after glancing down the empty hallway.

“Where are we going?”

I follow him a few steps and watch as he nudges open a door to a map storage room, no doubt the place where he had just come from.

He sets the maps on a shelf and pulls me inside, the door clicking shut behind us. The space is cramped, and the shelves are filled with rolled parchments. Above us, an old, yellowed light is creating an unexpected romantic atmosphere.

“We shouldn’t be here,” I whisper.

This is a forbidden moment, but it sets my soul on fire.

“I know,” he says, and he locks his eyes on mine. He looks intense and hungry. “But I can’t stay away from you.”

A moment later, we start to kiss. His lips capture mine in a kiss that’s soft at first, then urgent. His tongue slides against mine, feeling warm and demanding. I melt into him and savor the taste of his tongue, and the way the intensity floods my senses. My pussy starts beating like a heart between my legs, already wet, and I can feel it swelling with need.

Gabriel’s hands roam to my chest, and his fingers are teasing my nipples through my uniform shirt. The fabric is thin enough to make me shiver. My nipples harden instantly, aching under his touch. I push my breasts into his hands as my body begs for more. I can feel his cock, hard and thick through his pants, pressing against my hip. My pussy throbs, soaked, craving him inside me.

He pulls back with a hungry look of desire on his face.

“Sit,” he commands me, and gestures to a stack of maps on a low table.

I obey, and my skirt rides up as I perch on the maps. My thighs part slightly, and he stands before me, moving his hand to his pants. He frees his cock—hard, thick, the tip glistening with precum.

My clit pulses as he strokes himself, slowly, deliberately.

“You drive me wild, Rose.”