Summertime Loving

Chapter 50

Travis made his way to the library, his heart racing with curiosity. As he stepped inside, he spotted Jane, engrossed in her work just as he had seen her before. This time, however, she was focused intently on the computer screen, which piqued his interest. He approached her slowly, careful not to startle her, and slipped around to get a better view of what had her so captivated.

What he saw made him chuckle. On the screen, live footage of a couple was playing out, their bodies entwined in a passionate display of raw desire right there in the computer room. The sight was enough to raise an eyebrow, but what truly surprised him was Jane's intent focus on the scene. She was recording everything, her fingers deftly navigating the keyboard as she captured every steamy moment.

"This is the main reason why she doesn’t quit this job," he thought, a smirk creeping onto his face.

Travis knew Jane’s side hustle all too well. She would take the footage captured during these escapades, carefully blur the couple’s faces, and post it online, making a tidy profit from the voyeuristic thrill. The combination of her job and her secret life made working here all the more enticing. It was a risky venture, but Jane thrived on the thrill, and it showed in her gleaming eyes and the sly smile that played on her lips as she watched the action unfold.

"Looks like you’re busy," he said, breaking the silence as he leaned casually against the desk.

He grabbed her by the shoulder, causing her to jump in surprise, her heart racing as she prepared to scream. But before she could, he quickly covered her mouth with his hand.

"Come on now. You don’t want to interrupt their fun time, do you?" he whispered, his breath warm against her skin. Jane's eyes widened in realization as she recognized him, and she calmed down, nodding slightly. He removed his hand from her mouth, allowing her to speak.

"Don’t do that again," she said, pouting cutely, her cheeks slightly flushed. Travis chuckled, enjoying her reaction, and pulled a chair over to sit beside her.

"So, I got your books," he said, reaching into his bag and pulling out the carefully selected titles. Jane’s face lit up with a bright smile as she grabbed his face and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

"Thanks! You’re the best!" she exclaimed, her excitement palpable. But then, in a playful twist, she licked his cheek slightly, her tongue warm and teasing against his skin. The sudden sensation caught him off guard, and he instinctively pulled back, eyes wide.

Jane smirked, a playful glint in her eyes. "Aha, got you back," she said, her tone dripping with mischief.

Travis shook his head, a grin spreading across his face. "You’re incorrigible, you know that?" he replied, half-laughing, half-sighing at her antics.

"Oh, come on. You know you love it," she shot back, leaning in closer, her shoulder brushing against his. The electric tension between them was undeniable, and Travis felt a thrill rush through him at the close proximity.

"Maybe I do," he admitted, locking eyes with her for a moment longer than necessary. The playful banter felt charged with a deeper connection, and he wondered just how far this flirtation could go.

She took the books from him and stood up, a satisfied smile on her face. In a sudden burst of boldness, Travis reached out, pulling her skirt up slightly before delivering a playful slap to her ass. Her cheeks rippled beautifully, the impact accentuating their shape, and she let out a surprised but delighted squeak.

Jane glanced back at him, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and amusement. "Travis!" she exclaimed, though there was no anger in her tone—just a teasing spark.

She didn’t mind the playful gesture at all; in fact, it seemed to only heighten the tension in the air. With a playful flip of her hair, she turned back to her task, arranging her books on the shelf, her movements more confident now, as if the slap had ignited something within her.

Travis watched, his heart racing, captivated by her unbothered demeanor. The atmosphere felt charged with a mix of laughter and mischief, and he couldn't help but wonder just how far they could push the boundaries of their playful exchange.

She then retrieved the book he wanted and handed it to him, a sly grin spreading across her face. Travis smiled back, feeling bold, and gave her one last playful spank. "One day, you'll be recording us fucking like rabbits," he said with a teasing wink before turning to leave.

Hurrying home, he sat down and eagerly wrote everything that had transpired between them. The excitement coursed through him as he meticulously crafted his essay, pouring all his thoughts onto the page. Once satisfied, he headed back to school, anticipation bubbling within him.

When he arrived, he proudly presented his work to her. Vivienne’s eyes sparkled with delight as she read through it. "Good job! Now let's begin with your second lesson," she said, positioning herself right in front of him, her presence magnetic.

As they delved deeper into the material, Travis found himself completely absorbed. His mind absorbed the information quickly, each concept falling into place as if they were pieces of a puzzle. He was grateful for his sharp focus, especially with her so close.

Then, she leaned forward, her face inches from his. The air between them thickened, a palpable tension swirling as he caught the enticing scent of her perfume. Her gaze was steady, filled with a mix of determination and something more intimate. It felt like an unspoken promise hung in the balance, one that made his heart race and his thoughts scatter.

"Good. It seems your progress is fast. This is really quite good," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction as she lowered her hand down to his thigh.

Travis smiled, a rush of adrenaline coursing through him. As she leaned forward, he caught a glimpse of her nipples, the outline barely concealed by her shirt, sending a thrill of excitement straight to his rod, causing it to twitch in anticipation.

"Yeah, I wonder what reward you're going to give me now," he replied, his tone teasing.

Ms. Bissette's smile widened, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "That's a secret. But why don't you get a nice feel of it?" she said, deliberately lowering her shirt to reveal her breasts.

Without hesitation, Travis slid his hand into her shirt, grasping her perky boob. He groped them gently at first, savoring the softness beneath his fingers, his excitement evident as he felt her hand move up his thigh, wrapping around his growing bulge.

"So big," she breathed, her voice low and sultry. Encouraged by her response, he began pinching her nipple gently. A shudder ran through her body, and an electric wave of pleasure washed over her, prompting a soft moan of ecstasy to escape her lips.

"Ahh! Wait. Let's not move too fast. I'd like to make you starve for me first. Tomorrow we'll begin with your next assignment. So you better be ready," she said, reluctantly pulling his hand away from her body, leaving him craving more.

Disappointment washed over him, but he knew it was too soon for anything more intimate. "Alright. Don't forget to give Mrs. Smith your midterm report," he reminded her, a hint of playful seriousness in his tone.

She smiled, a hint of mischief still lingering in her eyes. "I won't. Now quickly, before she comes in here," she urged, glancing toward the door.

He got up and left, a spring in his step as he made his way home. He couldn't shake the exhilaration of the day, a whirlwind of tantalizing moments that left him grinning from ear to ear. Yet, beneath the surface, a longing persisted—he still hadn’t gotten any pussy.

"Man, I would go to Pink honestly. But I'm afraid of disappointing my fellow readers," he thought, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he imagined the possibilities that lay ahead.

TO BE CONTINUED