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Heather waited impatiently in front of the university library for her partner. Professor Douglas handed out the assignments and partner lists this morning, and she wanted to get started on the project right away. Thankfully, her partner expressed the same desire.

So where is he?, she sighed and pushed her hair back from her face in a practiced gesture.

Heather was an attractive girl of medium height, with shoulder-length brown hair with ash highlights that sparkled in the afternoon sun. Her eyes were a deep, chocolate brown, framed by dark, thick, curling eyelashes. The honeyed tone of her skin was testament to the hours she spent at the tanning salon, and set off her eyes and hair perfectly. She had a pert nose and soft, full lips covered in a delicate pink gloss. Though it was difficult to tell beneath the bulky sweater she wore, Heather had a nice figure. When she was in high school, she used to hate the obvious curves of her body, wishing she had a slimmer, sleeker look instead. She dieted and exercised to the point of absurdity, but could never quite rid herself of her voluptuous breasts, full, rounded hips, or the little curve to her belly.

She shifted her books from one side to the other, glancing around for some sign of her partner.

Eric wouldn’t have been her first choice, but he was a smart guy and seemed nice enough. He was an art student and a lot different from the guys she normally hung out with. Eric was quiet and kept to himself, but Heather didn’t think he was shy. The looks he gave her every so often were not timid, in the least. Sometimes, they made her uncomfortable. Sometimes…they didn’t.

He was cute in a ragged-rebel sort of way. Eric’s normal attire was faded jeans, a plain dark tee-shirt, and a pair of well-worn Timberlands. His dark hair just grazed his shoulders, and one lock invariably fell over his clear-blue eyes. He was only a few inches taller than she was, but well-built as far as Heather could tell. She knew for a fact he filled out those tee-shirts and faded jeans well.

Though Eric didn’t ‘hang out’ with Heather’s boyfriend, Jeff, she’d seen them talking a few times and knew Jeff thought he was ‘cool’ - most likely because Eric bought beer for Jeff and his friends on more than one occasion during their Freshman year.

Jeff was on the football team, and a member of one of the more prestigious fraternities on campus. He was handsome and clean-cut, polite and athletic, and Heather’s parents loved him. They’d been dating for over a year now, and things were getting serious. She supposed they would get married some day.

“It’s about time!” she snapped, finally spotting Eric jaunting up the steps. “You’re late.”

“Just a little,” he returned with a lopsided smile that did nothing to erase her ire.

Heather rolled her eyes and turned her back on him to open one of the heavy library doors. “Whatever. Let’s get started.”

Eric mumbled his agreement and followed as Heather led through the library to an empty table in the back. When she set down her backpack and opened it to retrieve book, notepad and pencil, he did the same.

“Okay, let’s see what they have on the subject, and then we’ll come back, start reading and taking notes,” she suggested, catching his eyes across the table.

“Sure. Sounds like a plan.”

Fifteen minutes later, they returned to the table with two books each. They sat down across from one another and Heather immediately buried her head in one of the books.

“What’s your hurry on this thing? We’ve got three weeks to complete the assignment and turn it in,” Eric asked, interrupting Heather’s train of thought.

She cut her eyes up to him with clear irritation. “I don’t like waiting until the last minute, okay?”

“Wouldn’t have anything to do with football playoffs, now would it?”

“Maybe. If the team makes it, then I’ll want to go with Jeff to the games.”

“Well, then. I guess we’d better get this thing done,” Eric replied in a casual drawl that elicited a raised eyebrow from Heather. “Don’t want to disappoint the star quarterback.”

“Are you making fun of me?”

“If I was, you’d know it,” he countered with an easy grin, lowering his head to the book in front of him.

Heather frowned and did the same, but found it difficult to concentrate for some reason. Her eyes kept straying to Eric, and after at least a dozen failed attempts to immerse herself in study, she decided to give in to temptation.

“So, Eric, you’re an art major, right?” she asked, clearing her throat softly.

He glanced up to regard her from beneath the veil of his wayward hair, then sat up to give her his full attention. The movement of his hair drew Heather’s eyes as it fell across his eyes, then the motion of his hand as he pushed it behind his ear.

“That’s right,” he replied simply, his eyes steadily fixed on her in a manner that made Heather squirm in her chair.

“What else do you like to do?” she continued, lowering her eyes to scribble something on the notepad in front of her in hopes of breaking the odd tension settling between them.

“Do you really want to know?”

Something in Eric’s voice drew her eyes. “I asked, didn’t I?”

Eric leaned forward, his eyes dropping downward to the table, then sliding back up slowly to meet with hers. Heather found herself leaning toward him, the skin beneath her sweater prickling.

“I like honey.”

Heather raised one eyebrow, then sat back in her chair with a sniff. “What, are you into beekeeping or something?” she teased, shaking off the odd vibes she felt before his reply. From the look in his eye, she expected a much different reply.

“No. Not that kind of honey.”

Once again, he captured her attention.

“I’m…not sure where you’re going with this, but….”

“I like…,” he drawled, leaning forward once more, “long, deep kisses below the waist.”

“Excuse me?”

“You know what I mean, Heather. I like to eat….”

Heather put her hand up between them. “Okay. I get it.”

“I’m serious, you know.”

“I’m sure you are,” she muttered, bowing her head so she would not see the gleam in his eyes. It felt as though he was teasing her, and she didn’t like it one bit!

“I’m good at it, too. At least, that’s what I’m told.”

"How did we get on this subject?" she asked, shifting in her chair.



"You asked me what I liked to do,” he reminded her with a grin.



Color flooded Heather‘s cheeks. "I didn't mean in that way!"



Eric shrugged and settled back against his chair. "You asked a question; I gave an honest reply.”



"Whatever,” Heather returned with a shake of her head, once again fixing her gaze on the book before her. She could hardly believe they were having a discussion like this.



"You don't believe me?"



"I hardly know you. I don't care,” she insisted, refusing to look at him again.



"Liar. I've seen you look at me in class."



"So? I look at a lot of guys.”

It was taking all of Heather’s self-control not to look at Eric or respond to his obvious baiting. What was he trying to prove? What did he hope to accomplish?



"You're flushed,” he observed, his soft voice intruding upon her thoughts.

Heather repressed a sigh of frustration and rubbed her temples lightly. The guy just didn’t know when to quit.



"I'm embarrassed and upset because you won't drop this and get back to what we're supposed to be doing!"

"Why are you embarrassed? Don't you like...having it done?"



"That's none of your business!" Heather snapped, gritting her teeth as she struggled to focus on the text swimming before her eyes. To her relief, Eric finally seemed to take the hint, and the table fell silent for several seconds. Still, Heather could not be still in her chair, and she could not forget the images Eric’s confession instilled in her mind. She tapped her pencil absently on the table top as the words on the page before her blurred, and her mind indulged in thoughts best left buried deep.



"Does Jeff go down on you?"

The sound of Eric’s voice, though discrete, made Heather jump. She looked up and locked pleading eyes with him, hoping he could not somehow tell what she’d been thinking about during the small silent stretch.



"What the...? Will you please just let the subject drop?!"



"I'll take that as a 'no',” he chuckled softly, shaking his head.



"Once again, my personal life is none. Of. Your. Business!” she hissed, her dark eyes sparkling with a combination of anger and arousal.



"Does he?" Eric pressed, leaning forward on the table once more.

Heather met his gaze and found herself momentarily transfixed by his incredibly expressive eyes. She swallowed delicately as his hand moved across the table, and Eric began to caress her exposed forearm lightly with his fingertips. She shivered, and caught her breath.



"He doesn't, does he? I'm not surprised. He doesn't strike me as the type."

Softened by the look in his eyes, and the soft tickling of his fingers on her skin, Heather was surprised to find herself confiding in Eric.



"He...he likes for me to...go down on him, but...."



"But he doesn't return the favor?"



"No. Not...much."



Eric continued to stroke her arm with his fingers and Heather could feel an ache building low in her belly. She was mesmerized by the unconscious slide of Eric’s tongue over his bottom lip as he surreptitiously glanced around the room to see if they were alone. Despite their racy conversation, she did not expect what he came up with next.



"Would you let me taste you?"



"Wh, what?" Heather stammered, her heart skipping a beat even as the blood rushed from her head straight to the juncture between her legs at his daring request.

Once again, she was held in thrall by the sensuous slide of his tongue across his bottom lip, but this time Heather knew it was intentional.



"I want to go down on you. Right here. Right now."



Oh, Jesus! He didn‘t just say that! "No. I couldn't...."



"Why not?"

Heather was taken aback by his calm demeanor. She didn’t understand how Eric could be so casual about it when every nerve in her body was on edge and ready to explode.

"Because! It wouldn't be...right."



"Says who?"



"Says me."



"Come on...just a little taste of honey...that's all I want."



"Honey?" she groaned, rubbing her thighs together beneath the table. I can’t do this! I can’t let HIM do this! If Jeff ever found out, he’d never forgive me! And we could get caught! Anyone could walk in…



"Sweet, thick, warm, honey...."



Heather’s throat constricted as she continued to stare into Eric’s eyes, her chest heaving slightly from the weight of her breaths. I shouldn’t! I really shouldn’t…



"You really like to...do that?" she found herself asking in a voice not her own. This voice was thick and husky - a whiskey voice, as she’d heard people say.



"Let me prove to you how much."



"Well...I don't know...." No! You can’t do this, Heather! You’d have to be nuts!

Heather shifted in her chair, and Eric smiled at her knowingly.



"Are you wet right now? From thinking about it? Talking about it?" he prompted, his voice down to a soft whisper.



"Yes,” Heather admitted in kind.



"Then let me taste it."

"Okay,” Heather consented in a breathless rush, glancing around them nervously as Eric did the same, then disappeared under the table.

She held her breath as she felt him kneel in front of her, his hands on her knees, guiding them open gently. Heather tensed when they slid up, beneath her skirt, inching slowly toward their apex. His hands were rough, but not abrasive against her skin, and she liked the way they felt. She licked her lips and held onto the sides of the chair, lifting herself up just enough so that Eric could slide her panties from her hips.

When she felt his lips brush the inside of her thigh, Heather bit her lip to keep from making any noise, terrified that she would draw attention and they would be discovered. As his lips moved upward, a part of her realized she found the possibility exciting, as well.

She tried to get a look at what he was doing, but found it was impossible to do without moving her chair back. She settled back against it and closed her eyes, whimpering quietly as Eric began to nibble on her soft flesh.

His hands had fallen to her calves, and while he kissed and nibbled on her inner thighs, Eric lightly caressed the firm muscles there with his fingers. Heather could not be still, and she found herself wanting to thread her hands in his hair to pull him closer to the part of her aching for his attention. Her hands went no further than her lap. They rested there, balled together as she squirmed and moved her hips in a silent siren’s call.

“Oh, God!” she whispered, her head falling to once side as the tip of Eric’s tongue made contact with her swollen lips.

Slowly, his hands made their way upward, his fingers arriving to gently pull her open. She felt the hum of his contented purr vibrate against her sensitive flesh as Eric drew his tongue slowly up the length of her exposed opening, and bit back a moan at the sensation. His hair tickled her inner thighs as his head began to move, his lips and tongue devouring her in slow, deep kisses that seemed to have no end.

She didn’t know how long Eric knelt there, beneath the table, feasting on her flesh like a gluttonous medieval king at banquet, but Heather didn’t really care. All she cared about was the slide of his lips over hers and the thrust of his tongue deep inside her. She didn’t even realize that her hands left her lap to slide beneath her sweater, inching upward until they found the edge of her bra. In perfect synchronization, her leg lifted to Eric’s shoulder, and her hands slid over the rise of her breasts to close over each globe and squeeze gently.

Soft little grunts and moans began to flutter from between Heather’s parted lips, as her fingers toyed with the hard nubs of her nipples beneath the satin material of her bra, and Eric’s tongue found a sweet spot inside her core.

Her hips reflexively moved against him, and Eric responded by moving his lips to the delicate pearl at the apex of her sex. Heather bit down hard on her bottom lip to keep from screaming in pleasure as Eric drew the nub into his mouth and started to suck gently. Despite her best efforts, she could not conceal a whimper when his fingers slipped into her dripping passage and began to pump rhythmically.

A series of broken whines emanated from deep within Heather as orgasm hit her hard and fast. She felt Eric’s lips move against her flesh, his tongue greedily lapping at her juices as they flowed over his lips. He did not stop until every inch of her had been licked clean, and Heather’s muscles relaxed, drained from the power of her release.

She was half-aware that he slid her panties back up, pausing to deliver a soft kiss to her tummy before withdrawing from her completely. Through heavy-lidded eyes, she watched as he appeared from beneath the table, and took his place in the chair across from her. He ran a hand over his mouth and chin, grinning as he licked his lips.

“Believe me now?” he teased, crossing his arms over his chest.

Heather managed a crooked smile and nodded her head. “I believe you,” she replied simply, bending her head to the open book before her, rubbing her slick thighs together absently beneath the table.