Chapter 12
The campus was almost deserted. Rick saw a few caretakers he recognized, and a few students were hanging around taking summer courses to catch up on what they had missed during the winter.
He enjoyed the relaxed atmosphere after the hectic pace at the resort. No reveled in the wide open spaces, the vast lawns and sloping hills, the trees loaded with leaves and the calm warmth that seemed to permeate even the buildings. He looked forward to the movements of the fall when students would return and the pace would increase a thousandfold, but as of now he was content to lounge in the room which during the school year he shared with a roomie. But now, during the summer, the roomie was working with a surveying gang near Topeka, Kansas and Rick felt that living alone in the room was much like having a private apartment on an estate on which he did not even have to pay the gardeners.
He got up early and walked to breakfast at the student union under a chorus of birds. He spent most of every morning in the college library, discovering volumes that had not been checked out since the 1930s. He usually ate lunch off campus at a small diner and returned to his room to read some of the books, to reread some of his textbooks from last term, or to watch a late afternoon movie on his portable TV. During the evening, he strolled downtown to watch a film, hang around the well-lighted bookstore half-flirting with the salesgirls. Or just walk.
After five days of this enviable routine he thought he had settled himself quite nicely. Jane had taken most of the sap out of him before he left the resort so it took most of the five days for it to be renewed, for his batteries to be recharged. By the fifth evening he was seriously beginning to look for someone to take back to his private room on campus. He began to want to screw from dark to dawn, and begin again after breakfast. His well, once again, was full to running over.
Finally, the fifth night, he wandered the city. The films did not change until the following day, so they were of no use to him. He walked slowly back to the campus.
He was surprised to see a small red sports car parked at the entrance of his dormitory. He thought at first that someone had a car just like Jenny Roman's. When he glanced into the car, he saw on the small glove compartment the initials JR.
He took the stairs two at a time.
She was not in his room, but a woman's small over-night case was on a chair and a pair of jeans and a T-shirt were piled on his bed.
Rick walked down the hallway, smiling inwardly, and pushed open the door that lead to the communal showers.
She was there.
Her soaking black hair streamed down her back half-way to her ass. She was soaping her face and the thick shower stream washed the soap into white foamy rivulets that ran down her forearms to drip from her elbows. Her breasts were caught between her arms, full breasts, firm and only slightly bouncy. The nipples were clean and shining in the water.
She had soaped her thighs and between her legs and the shower had streaked the foam down her long, tanned, smooth legs that tapered to fine, slender ankles and strong healthy feet. She sensed someone was watching her and turned her back to reveal the curves of her buttocks, the coverts behind her knees, the roundness of her shoulder blades.
Rick watched her. He wanted her more now than ever.
Kicking off his shoes, he stripped off his shirt and pushed down his pants. He stepped naked into the shower.
Jenny looked up at him. "You know," she said, "you're hard to find."
He held her face under the shower stream and kissed her lips. Her skin was slippery. He brushed her with his penis, his thighs, and she turned full-face toward him and pressed her bush against his cock. His hands held her by each cheek of her ass and he pressed her to his body. Water ran off both of them in sheets.
She reached between his legs with the soap in one hand. She washed his balls, brushing the back of her hands against his cock. When he was fully erect, she soaped it and ran her hands up and down, feeling the size of his swollen head, the strength of his shaft. She rinsed the lather off and slightly raised her left leg.
Rick stooped slightly, his hands on her wet firm breasts, kneading her tits, pressing them, squeezing them, and when he rose Jenny had guided the head of his prick into her cunt and he slid in as far as he could get standing up.
He pulled out again to make sure he was in her, then pushed forward again. Jenny wrapped her arms around his neck. "Don't fall down, you fucker," she said. She bit his ear. She kissed his mouth. "You're very nice inside me. Will you come in me? How fast can you come?"
Rick did not think about her. He only wanted to fuck for himself. He continued pumping his ass while he held tight to her ass. She spread her knees to the side and when he thrust further up he lifted her off her feet. She held tight to his neck and Rick felt her mouth fall open, her jaw slack, and her breath came faster and heavier.
He moved his hips from side to side, making her ride with him.
"Oh, yes," she cried, half gasping. "Rick, damn you, damn you, you fucker, you're doing it to me, oh damn it, I can't stop it, oh damn damn damn."
Rick's cock was in and out of her. At times in his backthrust he pulled completely out of her but she had spread her legs so wide and their timing was so perfect that the split second afterwards when he pushed forward again he sank home to the hilt. He felt his pubic bone crushing against hers. He thrust up her and up her and up her.
"Damn you," she kept saying until her tongue thrust out of her mouth against Rick's ear, against the soaking side of his face. She covered his cheeks with kisses, with licks.
Rick felt the shudders begin along her backbone and her cunt seemed to gush as she came. She seemed to open up inside and flood his cock with lubricating juices and her head began to shake. She squeezed Rick, held him tight, and he felt his own spasms along his legs and then his hips began pushing up completely beyond his control and his own semen burst its pent-up dam and gushed up in torrents into the top of her cunt, spurting hard and high inside her, far up in her as far as it could reach.
Rick kept pumping his hips until his spasms were finished.
As he subsided, Jenny's mouth sobbed on his shoulder, then she regained herself and threw her hair back over her shoulder in a wet toss of her head.
Rick heard applause.
He looked out of the shower and saw two summer students, both male, smiling in at them and clapping their hands. "Beautiful," they said, "superb, just fine, thanks, it was great."
Jenny pulled herself off Rick's cock and stood with her face up to the full stream of the shower. When her body relaxed, she grinned at Rick, kissed him quickly on the mouth.
He rinsed himself off and stepped out of the shower. He said to the two students, "Glad you liked it."
They were busy stripping their clothes off for their own showers.
Rick turned, expecting to see Jenny following him out of the shower.
She stood with her face upturned to the shower stream again. Her breasts were erect, pointed up, and her ass was held tight. She was a vision of sexuality. She looked at the two guys who by now were naked and stepping into the shower with her.
"Hi," she said cheerily. "You guys permanent students or something?"
The guys laughed. One bent over and picked up jenny's soap. The other turned on a separate shower but the one with the soap stepped into the same spray as Jenny. He soaped himself and as he let the shower rinse his body he began soaping jenny's ass.
Rick watched until he saw the second student begin to soap jenny's breasts.
He turned and walked, still naked, his clothes in his hand, back to his room.
He dried himself and with the towel wrapped around his middle he lay down on his bed.
He did not know what thoughts were going through his mind. He did not know at first where he was or why he was there.
Birds were settling down for the night in the trees outside his window. Crickets were beginning their night-long chorus.
While Rick considered whether or not he should rescue jenny from her shower-mates, a strange peace settled over him. He realized that he was not the owner of the world.
In a few minutes, jenny came into the room, rubbing herself with a towel, naked and laughing. She called back to someone in the hallway, "So's your old lady." She was the happiest girl Rick had ever known.
She said, rubbing her hair with her towel until her breasts bobbed beautifully, the nipples dancing, "You got to treat these guys like they're used to being treated, otherwise they take advantage of you."
When she thought her hair was dry enough, she sat down on the edge of Rick's bed. Her hip touched his leg. "Did that make you mad in there," she asked, "my staying in the shower?"
"Yes, it did. But now it doesn't."
Her eyes smiled, joy passed over her face and left little tracks of merriment. "Why not?"
"Because I'm not Mrs. Witherdine. I'm nobody's Auntie. I don't own anybody. You're not my gigolo. I have no rights over your body except what you give me. I'm mad at you for staying in the shower, but I'm not mad at all."
She kissed both the nipples on his chest. He lay his hand on her smooth, cool thigh.
"You're learning, and that's nice." She touched the towel wrapping his body as if she would like to loosen it.
She explained. "I didn't fuck them, you know."
"I'm glad you didn't, but it was your choice."
"I decided not to fuck them. I want to fuck you. Are you mad at me because I fucked Shawn Cruise?"
"Not anymore. I was mad at first because you did, then I was mad at him because he told about it. Now I'm not mad."
"It was a nice thing I did for him. He was going to go to a whorehouse, or worse. He needed to lose his cherry bad. You had just screwed his mother and he wanted to get even with somebody. I let him get even with me."
"That was nice."
"He was scared, but it did work. It was also nice what you did with him with the Garrison girls. Auntie has supported their mother for a long time, you know. Their father deserted them years ago. Lucy and I have been sort of pals for years, but you couldn't tell it by the company we keep. She tells me everything. You're a very kind man, Rick Temple, you damn gigolo."
"No more. Na more of that. Did you know your aunt fired me?"
"Marie tells me everything, too. I even know why she fired you. That was the luckiest night of your life. You not only got very nicely screwed, you also got yourself out of a very nasty life-style. Congratulations, even if you didn't plan any of it."
Rick ran his thumbs over her nipples. They leaped at his touch.
She looked at his eyes. "And I think I'm in love with you for starting that scholarship for cocksuckers."
Rick laughed. "Is there anything you don't know?"
"Nothing." Her mouth curved up as she smiled. "Nothing at all."
She opened the towel around his waist and saw that his cock was starting to rise. Quickly crossing the room, she closed the door, then returned to sit down beside him again and hold his rising cock with her hands, caress it. She brushed it with her lips.
Rick slid a hand over the edge of the bed, down between her legs. Her cunt was still warm and moist from her fucking and his fingers slid easily in over her clit.
She asked, "Are there any more funds in that scholar-ship?" She licked the underside of his prick as it lay up along his belly. Gently lifting its head, she slipped her lips over it.
"There are no funds left," he said, sliding more fingers into her cunt and bringing her leg up toward his head. "But we'll find some other kind of reward."