Chapter Four

Chelsea

“Hey, Chelsea, didn’t see you yesterday?”

“I was around.” I smiled at Ness. We’d done the undergraduate course together and both stayed on. The only two from Oxford who chose to. “I’ve been trying to get my thesis outline finalized.”

“Yeah, me, too.”

We headed over the lawn and past a huge rhododendron bush that was dotted with cerise flower heads. “I might see if Professor Deacon has time to look at mine,” Ness said. “He said he would.”

“He did? When?” I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck rise, like hackles. Did Ness have the hots for my man? Did he have the hots for her? Maybe Miss Slutty Shoes wasn’t my competition after all.

“Oh, just in an email he sent out the other week. I think it went to everyone.” She shrugged and held out her wrist. “Like this?”

“Sure. It’s nice.” I admired the slim silver bracelet with a tiny heart charm on it.

“We can’t all be like you and dripping in Tiffany and Cartier, but I like it.”

“It’s really nice. A present?”

“Yes, Edward got it for me. Out of the blue, no reason.”

“You’ve been on another date with him?” I recalled Edward. He was tall and slim with round glasses and had been seriously good playing Hamlet in a Shakespeare play last term.

“Not just another one, four dates. He gave me this over a pepperoni pizza at Cheesy Crust.”

“I like his style.” I smiled at her. “And I’m happy for you, that you’re getting along with your new man.”

“Oh, we are, we really are getting along. Means there’ll be no Sure Thing for us this year. We’ve already agreed that.”

“Sure Thing?”

“Yeah, you know.” She nudged me as we walked under an archway and toward the library. “That secret midnight orgy.”

“It’s not a real thing…is it?” I’d heard about it, urban myth I’d presumed, I’d never known anyone who’d actually gone or was going.

“Chelsea, of course it’s a real thing. Where have you been?”

“What? No way.”

“Yes, way, I went last year.”

“You…you didn’t tell me.” I couldn’t hold the shock from my voice and stared at my friend through a different lens.

“You weren’t really in the right frame of mind, your Mum had not long since…and your brother and dad were fighting so much and…”

“Yeah, you’re right.” I stopped. “So what was it like? Tell me. I need details.”

She tucked her short brown hair behind her ears. “Liberating. Terrifying. Exciting. Erotic. Degrading. Empowering…all of those things and more.”

My attention was well and truly caught by her words. “And…and where was it?”

“In the language department.”

“Okay?” My frown must have shown my confusion.

“Because they’ve got those booths, right. Everyone sits in their own private space surrounded by three partitions as they work on their pronunciations, it’s perfect.”

“Perfect for what?”

“Perfect for anonymous fucking.”

I glanced left and right, the students were thinning, afternoon lectures were about to start. “Explain.”

We started walking again, and she hooked her arm with mine. “Okay so you arrive at two a.m. and it’s all in darkness except for a few tealights on the floor. There are two rules: everyone wears a mask and a condom, and no talking.”

“That’s three rules.”

“Oh, yes, okay, three rules. The girls go in first, strip from the waist down, or totally if that floats their boat, and bend over in those little booths, pussy and ass offered to the first taker.”

“The first taker?”

“Yeah, then guys come in, they’re all hard, presumably, and they pick a pussy to fuck, and that’s it.”

“That’s it?”

Ness was quiet as we passed two tutors. They nodded politely at us. Being postgraduates, we got some recognition.

“Yeah, that’s it. Everyone fucks or is fucked and everyone comes. No one knows who made them come or who they came inside. It’s raw, primal, animalistic fucking in the most base sense of the word, and it’s damn incredible.”

“So you went, bent over, got fucked from behind, orgasmed, and you have no idea who it was?”

“Yep, and no idea at all.” She giggled. “But Edward went, and I got him to fuck me from behind last week and it was the same. I’m sure it was him in the booth. Some kind of magnetic force pulled us together.”

“But you couldn’t be sure? He couldn’t be sure?”

“No, I told you, it’s anonymous, masks, no talking. The guys finish and leave before the girls are allowed to stand up and turn around. When I got outside again it was like no one had ever been there. No guys at least.”

“It sounds fucking…awesome.”

She laughed loudly then slapped her hand over her mouth. “It is, and it’s tonight.”

“Tonight!”

“Yeah, good job I mentioned it, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, I do think.” We entered the quiet library. “Very much so.”

When I arrived home late afternoon, I’d made virtually no progress with my work. My mind had been full of the Sure Thing. I couldn’t believe Ness had never told me about her experience there. Did she think I’d have been judgmental or prudish, or was it how she’d said: I’d been having a hard time at home and wouldn’t have been in the mood?

Either way, I knew about it now, and boy, if ever there was a time I needed to get rough fucked by a stranger it was tonight. My pussy was wet just thinking about it and my belly tight with anticipation. I was definitely in the mood.

I paced on my balcony, hardly noticing the flutter of butterflies around the flowers or the majestic red kite souring over the woodland. Could I do it? Could I just bend over and take what some faceless, nameless guy wanted to give me?

“Of course you can,” I said, balling my fists. “And you know you want it?”

“What do you want, Miss Chelsea? Can I get it for you?”

I turned. Tina stood before me holding a jug of cucumber water and a glass.

“I, er, nothing…I mean water, I wanted some water, so that’s perfect, thank you.”

She set it on the table and looked at me quizzically. “Anything else?”

“No, no, thank you. And also I may be out late tonight, with friends, so don’t worry, and don’t let Dad worry if I’m not around.”

“Yes, of course, but your father said he was going on a trip to London.”

“Today?”

“I believe so. With Mr. Johnson.”

I wrinkled my nose. I had no time for Marl Johnson. He was a businessman of low morals and underhand schemes, and the way he leered at me was downright lecherous, had been since I’d first started to grow tits.

“You have a fun time now,” Tina said. “With your friends.”

“Oh, I’ll try, yes I’ll try, thank you.”

She bustled out, and I poured myself a drink. My mind was made up. I was going to have the same experience as Ness. Take whatever I was given, and in the name of Venus, would I come. I’d come at the first touch of cock I was so desperate for it. And what was more, I’d close my eyes and think of the professor. I’d have his face in my mind’s eye, it would be him fucking me, him using my pussy for his pleasure and driving us both to a glittering orgasm in the dark, in our own world.

I could hardly wait to offload some of the erotic tension that was driving me insane.

Just after one a.m., I had Ted, our driver, take me into the city and to the university campus. There was barely any traffic. I’d made up some crap about having left an important file at the Bodleian Library. He said he’d wait for me, and I told him to go get a coffee from the nearby Costa, I’d be a while.

Or at least I hoped it wouldn’t be done in three seconds; that would be disappointing. What would be ideal was a multiple orgasm to shake off the frustration of being in Andrew’s office and not getting down and dirty with him despite the sexual friction between us.

The lawn was dark and quiet, and a few shady figures moved around, all women and all sneaking toward the entrance to the language department. No one spoke, no one looked at each other.

I’d done my best at ramming my mass of hair into a baseball cap and then pulled on a black balaclava, one of Vince’s, to hide my face.

There was no real lighting, just a handful of tealight candles lit around the place so that the outline of furniture could be made out.

A large classroom was just the way Ness had described. Multiple booths, the panels white, in rows.

I realized I was getting close to fucking time, and it was nearly full, so I took a booth by the window, yanked my skirt up to my waist, and bent over.

Cool air washed over my ass cheeks, and my pussy dampened. I felt so crude. Lewd and greedy, too. Come fuck me. Anyone. I’m here waiting for you to fill my aching, gaping pussy.

My eyes adjusted to the light, enough to see my fingers knotted in front of me, make out the freckle beside my thumb in the same place my mother had had one.

The only sounds were breathing, the odd cough or throat clearing, and a shuffle and rustle of material as someone must have decided to strip completely.

A strange electric vibe hung in the air. Collective horniness, a group throb of need that had overspilled to this. To this!

And then I heard it. Heavy footsteps, big shoes…men.

The moment the first one entered the room the energy shifted. One girl whimpered, and next to me another groaned. I spread my legs and clenched my pussy. My skin was so pale I was sure even in the darkness it would be clearly visible.

And then I felt it. A presence behind me. He stilled for a moment. Then big hands on my ass cheeks, fingers biting in and a huff of need that spread heat onto the bare nape of my neck.

I braced for penetration, my pussy wept, and I closed my eyes.

His cock was there, right on target, and then he forged in.

I cried out in relief. This was what I needed. I’d ached for so long, and now…now I was full of rock-solid cock. And damn, he was big. Perfect.

He kept on going, filling me so deep, until his balls pressed up against my pussy lips. Then he released my ass cheeks and gripped my hips in a pincer hold. He half pulled out then drove in again, dragging me back onto his big cock and bashing the air from my lungs.

I wanted to tell him yes, that’s it, right there, don’t stop, but then I remembered the no-speaking rule. The last thing I could cope with right now was for it all to stop.

If he stopped…I’d die.

* * * *

Andrew

The Sure Thing had come at just the right time this year. I’d been once before, hadn’t been in the mood, and left without going through with it.

But after last night’s job, last night’s excellent result and things smoothed over with Grant, I was on a high.

If I’d done what I’d really wanted to do with my high, I’d have followed Chelsea and her friend when they’d gone to the library after lunch, found some excuse to get her on her own, and suggested we fuck each other the way we’d wanted to in my office.

But that would have been reckless. I was bad news for her. She thought I was a serious professor, obeyed the law, spent my time poring over research and dissertations, but no…I was a killer. Not a murderer, that was different. I only killed those who deserved to be dead.

A swarm of masked men walked over the lawn, their strides purposeful and swift. My hard-on grew with each step. Just the thought of all those waiting wet pussies had heat rushing to my cock.

The Sure Thing was such a primitive act and had been going for years here at the University. Members of the university council either didn’t know about it, turned a blind eye, or were walking alongside me right now. Who knew.

I filed into the building, turned left along with the other guys, and let my eyes adjust to the darkness.

A few low candles indicated the door to the language department, and as I stepped into the first room I came to, I was hit with the sweet scent of perfume and turned-on woman.

“Fuck yes,” I muttered, undoing my belt buckle and quickening my pace.

The guy to my right dived on the first bare ass, spearing straight in and releasing a long, low grown. His woman gasped and bucked for more.

I bypassed the next two asses offered up and made for the very end of the row of booths. Anonymity was promised, but I was a professor, it made sense to be doubly careful and away from the crowd.

My face was hot, my Galahad mask in place, and my breaths were fast and sharp. Through the dim light, a perfect, pale round ass caught my attention. Dark skirt hoisted up and white shoes were all I could see.

Instantly, my cock reacted and went to full hardness. I released it, fisted it, and strode up to the peachy ass that I couldn’t drag my attention from.

I rolled on a condom, each touch of my own fingers making my cock surge. I had to get inside this woman, shove into the pussy I could just make out glistening in front of me.

I grasped her warm, soft buttocks and positioned myself, tipped back my head, and let all thoughts fade away. This was the here and now. This was what I needed. Craved.

I found purchase and then rammed in. Taking what I had to have. She cried out, a high-pitched gasp, and I groaned long and low, the sounds mixing. The relief of having tight, hot pussy wrapped around my cock was all-consuming.

She braced, locking her knees, and I grabbed her slender hips. After pulling halfway out, the drag of her pussy on my cock sublime, I forged in again, yanking her onto my cock at the same time and going even deeper.

The air huffed from her lungs, and her pussy clenched at the invasion.

I gritted my teeth and concentrated on setting up the hard, fast fucking she clearly wanted and I needed. All around me flesh slapped on flesh. Desperate cries and moans of need echoed around the dark room. The scent of arousal, thick and musky, filled my nose and laced my throat.

“Ah yeah…” I muttered as my cock came to full, nearly there hardness and my balls retracted.

But I didn’t want to come yet. I wanted to feel her spasm around my cock. That was the idea, right? Both parties orgasmed. I wouldn’t be one of those selfish guys who finished himself off then strode out. That was bad form. Bloody rude.

She arched her back beneath her dark sweater, and I stared at the black cap she wore. Her neck was slender, and her hands locked beneath her face.

Her pussy was sopping, my cock soaked by her juices, and she was bucking back for more each time I hit full depth. It was near violent the way we were rutting, how our bodies were banging into each other. Oh God, this was just how I liked it, she’d been a perfect choice for Sure Thing.

I brought my hand down on her ass. A real hard slap. A violation of the rules I was sure, but if she didn’t come soon I’d beat her to the finish line. Not an option.

She gasped and stiffened with her pussy quivering. And then she was writhing beneath me, coming hard and fighting for breath. Her palms flat on the sides of the booth as if trying to stop herself from floating away.

I leaned forward, my chest hitting her back through our clothing, and smacked my hands down on the surface of the table. The position had my cock driving even deeper, I could feel her smooth cervix butting the end, and then I came. Flooding the condom and losing myself in her welcoming, hugging heat.

A long, low groan dragged from my chest, and I nestled my groin against her warm flesh and felt her spasming through my release.

She stilled beneath me, frozen, letting me finish. Such a good girl.

After a few minutes, I straightened and pulled out. Quickly, I tugged off the condom and tucked myself away. My heart was clattering within my ribcage, and my breaths were still fast and deep. My climax had sent satisfaction to each corner of my body, and the knot in my right shoulder blade had finally gone.

For a moment I indulged myself and stared at her still folded double before me. I wished there’d been more light so I could properly make out my handprint on her ass. But it was there, would be for the next few hours.

The urge to touch her again, caress her, perhaps kiss her neck was almost overwhelming, so to keep it in check I turned and strode away.

I hadn’t been the quickest to come or the slowest, and a few other guys walked in silence with me back along the corridor and out onto the dark lawn. There was no moon tonight, no stars, and as I made for the bus stop my phone lit up in my pocket.

“Hey, Mitch.”

“Sorry to call you so late.”

“It’s okay, I was up.”

“Me, too, I’m on night shift this week.”

“How’s that going?” I liked Mitch, a lot. He was a senior member of Galahad and a cop. He was also privy to a whole lot of useful information.

“There’s something going on I thought you’d be interested in.”

“Go on.” I left the university grounds, my shoes near silent.

“You know that asswipe Ranson, the one we set a hit on last year and then he ran out on us?”

“Yep.”

“He’s back in town.”

I stopped dead. “He is?” This guy was a mean son of a bitch who should have taken a bullet a long time ago.

“Yeah, and not just up to his old tricks, he’s multiplied them. Got a whole fucking factory operation going on.”

“Jeez, we’ve got to stop him.” Anger fizzed in my temples, and the knot in my shoulder jumped right back in there as big as a baseball.

“I couldn’t agree more. And the sooner the better.”

“We’ll meet tomorrow evening, call the others, we have to act fast on this one. Lives are at stake.”

“Sure thing, Professor.”