Chapter 5
The building was the one that all the students called Old Main. It had been the first structure put up on the campus nearly 100 years before. Even though it was not so tall as the newer buildings, there was still a kind of imposing grace to Old Main that none of the other places on the campus had.
Maybe the gargoyles gave the building its grace and power, Jenny thought. Old Main was the only structure on the campus with gargoyles.
The redhead leaned out the window on the top floor of Old Main and aimed her camera up at the gargoyle that peered down at her. It was something like a serpent and something like a bird and its mouth was opened wide so that rain-water from the top of the building could escape through that mouth and splatter down onto the sidewalk below. Jenny was careful, for she did not want to splatter on that sidewalk too.
"Okay," the photographer said when she was in perfect position.
Then the young stud peered out from behind the gargoyle. He put his hand on the statue's head and leaned out over the dragon-bird and smiled. He was not wearing a shirt and his chest was muscular and hairless and perfect.
Jenny snapped a few pictures of that young guy grinning with his gargoyle. In her mind, the stone animal and the living, breathing, shirtless stud became like brothers up there on the top of Old Main.
The young stud's name was Ronnie, and he was a basketball player. He was also Jenny's favorite model.
"It's called a griffin," he said softly as the girl took the pictures.
"What?" Jenny asked.
Ronnie rubbed the gargoyle's head and said, "This mythical creature. It's called a griffin."
"Okay," Jenny said, knowing that Ronnie was showing off his intelligence.
He was very smart, especially for a basketball player. He belonged to a national organization of scholar-athletes, and he had once had his picture taken with a United States Senator who had been both a Rhodes Scholar and a pro basketball player. But the truth was that Jenny was not particularly interested in his mind.
"I'll be up there in a minute," the redhead finally said, and then she slipped off the window sill and moved back into the building.
The assistant registrar whose office was on the top floor of the building looked up from his computer printouts as Jenny slipped in from the window. The assistant registrar was a dry, little, old man who did all the numerical breakdowns of the student population. If you wanted to know how many American Indian students had attended the college in 1933, for example, you called this dry, little man and he could probably give you the figure off the top of his head.
"Did you get what you needed, Jenny?" the assistant registrar asked.
"Yes," the girl said. "Thank you very much."
"No trouble," the man said. "I don't get much company up here. Here's an interesting statistic, Jenny. Even in 1903, there were five Chinese students at the college. Now where do you imagine they came from?"
"China," the girl said.
"No. I mean how did five Chinese students end up here in 1903?"
"I wouldn't have the slightest idea," the girl said, trying to sound vaguely interested in the old man's figures.
But, actually, the number of Chinese students at the college in 1903 meant as little to her as Ronnie's information about griffins. Jenny had more important things to think about-such as her work as a photographer and Ronnie's muscular, sexy body.
"I'll have to do more research," the assistant registrar said. "The heathen Chinese here in 1903. A very interesting figure."
"Thanks for the use of your office," Jenny said as she headed toward the door.
"Any time," the dry, old man muttered as he bent down over his numbers again.
The redhead dashed up a flight of dusty stairs and opened the door that led to the roof of Old Main. As she opened that door, she saw Ronnie sitting on a gargoyle.
He was wearing a pair of cut-offs that were tight enough to show off the bulge in his crotch and he was sitting on the back of the mythical creature on the roof with his legs hanging down on either side of the gargoyle's tight, stone wings. He was not wearing shoes or socks. Even his feet looked strong and sexy, Jenny thought.
And it looked as if those wings were growing right out of him, Jenny thought as if those wings were part of his sexy male crotch.
The redhead stepped outside the door and raised her camera and snapped off a couple of pictures as Ronnie sat there and smiled at her.
Then she lowered her camera and smiled back. , "Very nice," she said, looking at the bulge in his cut-offs. "A very good study in form."
"Where do you want me now?" the athlete asked.
The sexy girl pointed toward another gargoyle, another semi-monster in stone that looked something like a man and something like a monkey. The figure was leaning out over the edge of the roof.
"I want you leaning against that thing's behind," the photographer said. Ronnie jumped off the wings of the serpent-bird and moved toward the stone monkey-man. He leaned back against the figure with the sun shining in from behind him and he crossed his strong arms over his chest.
"Reminds me of Hugo," he said. "Who's Hugo?" the girl asked as she focused the camera.
"Victor Hugo. The author of The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Quasimodo. The ugly man who danced among the gargoyles of the cathedral."
"You're not ugly," the redhead said, "and I don't want you dancing either. I want to stand still."
Ronnie just smiled and shrugged his bare shoulders and crossed one ankle in front of another as he leaned against the stone monkey-man.
"Yes, like that," the photographer said. As she started to take pictures, Jenny thought that Ronnie looked very sure of himself up there on the roof of Old Main. And why shouldn't he be sure of himself? He was young and strong and handsome and sexy and intelligent too. No doubt about it. Ronnie had a great life ahead of him. He might even end up as a United States senator himself, the redhead thought.
Jenny studied the confident and smiling Ronnie as she snapped a few more pictures, and she felt her pussy growing wet with hot desire. She would have to fuck Ronnie, she decided.
And she would have no trouble working up Ronnie's desire, Jenny knew. She had already fucked him a few times, and the young stud was always ready for another hearty experience.
But this experience would be a little different, Jenny thought, because she intended to fuck Ronnie--not in a bed or in the backseat of a car but up here on the roof of Old Main.
The redhead was wearing her usual, early-fall attire-clothes meant to catch the last bits of warmth before the chill of the year set in. And she knew she looked good in her T-shirt and her shorts.
She lowered her camera moved toward Ronnie and reached out with one hand.
"Hold my camera for a second, will you, Ronnie? Be careful. You know how important it is to me."
"Sure," the young stud said, and he took the camera from her hand.
He was still leaning against the stone monkey-man, but he stood up straight when he saw the redhead pull her T-shirt off her over head and bare her tits for him.
Ronnie smiled as Jenny reached out and took the camera back. Carefully, she wrapped the thing in the T-shirt to protect it from dirt, and she moved to a corner of the roof and put it down gently. Then she turned and smiled at the young stud and ran her fingers over her big and freckled tits.
"Photography is important to me," she explained, "but you know, Ronnie, that there is one thing that is more important to me."
The young man crossed his arms over his muscular, hairless chest again and smiled. He already knew what Jenny was talking about, but he wanted to hear her say it.
"What's more important to you than photography?" he asked.
"Fucking," the girl answered with a smile.
Ronnie pushed himself away from the stone monkey-man and slowly approached the redhead.
"You want it here?" he asked. "On the roof of Old Main?"
"Right here," Jenny informed the stud as she moved toward him too.
The redhead reached out and ran her fingers over the big bulge in the sexy cut-offs that the athletic, young stud was wearing.
"You are very intelligent," she said with a smile. "I appreciate your mind, but I appreciate this even more."
"I don't mind being appreciated for that too," Ronnie said.
And then he put his arms around Jenny and pulled her close to him. Her soft, freckled tits pressed against his muscular body as they kissed and opened their mouths and moved their tongues back and forth from one mouth to another.
It was a passionate kiss, the kind of kiss that added fire to both their loins.
When the kiss was over, Jenny pushed herself away from Ronnie and slipped down to her knees there on top of Old Main.
She moved her fingers over the bulge in his cut-offs again and she smiled. Then she opened those cut-offs and pushed them down Ronnie's legs. Naturally, the sexy stud was not wearing any underwear.
Naturally, the prick jumped out at Jenny and looked delicious in its sweet, half-hard state.
Jenny wrapped her fingers around that dork and brought her pretty face close to the thing and kissed the tip of Ronnie's dick with a soft, wet smack. The athlete shivered when she did that.
Then the girl raised up a little and put her other hand under her tit. She lifted that breast and pressed her nipple against the crown of Ronnie's cock. That made the stud shudder and groan with sexual pleasure, and it made Jenny shudder and groan a little bit herself. She loved the way that the cock felt against the sensitive flesh of her nipple.
Ronnie pushed his cut-offs further down his legs and sighed to the redhead in a manly tone.
"Touch me there, Jenny. You know where I like to be touched. You've done it before. Do it again."
Yes, the female photographer knew all about the touch that gave her favorite athlete his favorite thrill. She had not stopped to wonder why that touch did those special things to him. Jenny was not the kind of girl to think too much about the meaning of sex. You got nothing but pitiful and painful frustration from thinking about sex, she reasoned. And she was too busy enjoying the sweet nastiness of sex to think about its deeper, sometimes sorrowful implications.
She took her hand off Ronnie's dork and moved both of her hands back behind him. She caressed his buttocks with her fingers and slipped those fingers down the crack in his strong, firm ass.
Ronnie groaned and grabbed his own cock and twisted his body a little as she touched his buns and made the fire inside him grow even hotter.
Then, as the redhead continued to move her fingers up and down the crack in Ronnie's ass, she lowered her face to his rod and opened her lips and worked her mouth over that meat.
She grasped his buns with her fingers and kneaded them as if they were pieces of dough and she worked her mouth up and down on Ronnie's throbbing organ. She could feel her pussy flooding with juices as she did that, and Jenny knew that, when Ronnie was ready to fuck her, she would be ready to receive his cock with gusto.
In no time at all, the athlete was hard and strong down there. As Jenny moved off his dork and took her hands away from his ass, he pushed his cutoffs down his legs and stepped out of them.
Jenny turned and twisted and slipped out of her shoes and pushed her own shorts off too so that she was as naked as her favorite model.
Ronnie grasped his pole of male flesh and looked down at her as Jenny lay back and spread her legs and touched the red hair that grew above her pussy. Then she worked her fingers down over the lips of her cunt too and touched her sweetness.
"I want to be fucked," she said. "I want to be fucked by that big, hard cock of yours."
At that moment, the door opened and the little old man who was the assistant registrar peeked out.
"Jenny?" he said softly. "Arc you still out here?"
"Yes," the redhead said, and she did not even look at the dry, little man. She kept her eyes on that big dork that Ronnie caressed with his hand.
The assistant registrar saw that Jenny and the stud were naked, but he was not shocked. He had been working as a college administrator for years. He just smiled and said, "I think about four hundred couples have fucked up here since Old Main was built. That is just an estimate, of course, based on recent figures and projections based on those figures back into history. Not so many couples in recent years, though. Now that we have coed dorms and things like that, our annual quota of fucking couples on top of Old Main has diminished. It's good to see the tradition revived."
But Jenny and her model were not interested in his statistics. He could tell that. The old man just turned and closed the door quietly and walked back down the dusty steps to his office.
When they were again alone, Ronnie started to move down to Jenny.
But, suddenly, the redhead put up her hands and stopped him.
"No," she said, "not flat on the roof. Not this way."
Ronnie just stared at her. He didn't know what Jenny had in mind, but he was sure he would go along with it. She was sure whatever fantastic thing she had thought up would be very sexy.
The naked redhead stood up and moved toward the serpent-bird again. She leaned against the stone gargoyle and positioned herself between the wings.
"Here," she said. "Standing up. Right at the edge of the roof. That will be better."
Ronnie grinned. That position was just fine with him.
He moved in close to Jenny and pressed his strong, male body against her feminine form. She groaned when he trapped her there-between the cool stone and the warm and sexy flesh on his muscular body.
Ronnie kissed Jenny's neck and her freckled shoulder as she reached down between them and took his cock in her hand.
Ronnie slipped his hands under her thighs and lifted her off her feet. Jenny sighed and threw her arms over the wings of the gargoyle to hold herself up and slipped her legs around Ronnie's body as she felt the tip of that dork go into her hot pussy.
The redhead groaned out the words in a lusty tone.
"Deep into me. Drive deep into me, stud."
Ronnie took a deep breath. She could feel his chest expand against her tits. And then he slammed his cock deep into her cunt.
Jenny let out a moan that seemed to echo through the air, and she would not have been surprised to find out that students all over the campus could hear it. And she didn't care if they heard it. She was stuffed with hard, sexy cock and she felt wonderful.
The athlete was strong and limber. He fucked her with case as her legs tightened around his body. Jenny felt her back rubbing against the cold stone of the gargoyle and closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure as that prick went back and forth inside her.
"Oh, Ronnie, you're a fine, handsome stud," she whimpered. "And smart too. You really know how to fuck a girl and make her feel good."
Ronnie just groaned and felt pretty damned good himself as he rammed that prick deep into the redhead's sexy, tight wetness again and again.
As he fucked her, Jenny sighed and lay back on the serpent-bird until her red hair was floating down from the gargoyle and slipping about in the breeze. She was not afraid of falling. Her legs were tight around Ronnie and he was running his hands over her tits and her stomach too. He was strong and he would keep her from danger while he fucked her.
Inside his office, the assistant registrar heard the girl's groaning and went to his window. He looked up at that red hair and caught a glimpse of her naked body too as she turned and twisted on the griffin gargoyle.
The little man grinned and spoke softly to himself.
"Maybe this is a sign of something. They're up on Old Main fucking again. Maybe they're getting back to tradition."