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She works part-time at the campus library. Nobody tips at a fucking library! Well, nobody used to. Now, two or three kids come in a week and ask for help finding some book she'll never find, tipping her for her efforts afterward. It's a pain in the ass to convince kids to tip her, but it's so worth it when I get to see my girl buy something extra at the grocery store or buy herself a coffee before class. Her whole face lights up with a smile when she realizes she can in fact afford the extra things in her cart. I tried to 'drop' money on paths I know she takes, but my goddess of a woman picks it up and gives it to the fucking homeless or sticks it in a tip jar at the closest establishment she passes. She's far too good for me and my world.

This friend of Maeve's doesn't come out of Maeve's apartment for a while, maybe an hour or two. But when she does, she has a pretty happy look on her face as she takes off practically skipping down the sidewalk. I haven't seen either of her roommates come home either, so now is my only chance. I park my car across the street, sneaking up the fire escape until I'm staring in her window. But I can only see a bit of her, enough to know she's asleep. Perfect.

Breaking into Maeve's apartment shouldn't be this easy. Her window is unlocked, fuck her front door is unlocked! So I walk right in like I own the place. No security system, no guard dog, no nosey roommate that never leaves the place. If she were mine, I'd lecture her about this. But I can't. This works to my advantage. So I sneak into her bedroom, seeing her curled up on her side wearing just a crop top. Is this woman trying to kill me? I can see that bare cunt from between her legs, and that plump ass on perfect display. My God, I just want to bite that ass until my teeth marks are a permanent mark on her skin. That way, nobody can deny that she belongs to me.

I dig through her stuff, finding her laptop. All her class recordings are saved on her laptop. No surprise, my girl doesn't even have a password for her laptop. She shifts while I'm emailing myself all the recordings, deleting the emails from her end after. But, fuck! This new position she's sleeping in is killing me. She tilted her hip, her knee resting on the bed as she still laid on her side. It propped that sexy ass up a little higher and showed me even more of that smooth cunt. I shouldn't. I really shouldn't. But when am I going to get this opportunity again? Probably never.

I sink to my knees in front of her, her perfect ass right in my face. I trace my fingers along her ass, just to see how responsive she is to touch. Not much. I worry for her safety being such a deep sleeper, but this works for me. My fingers trail down the curve of her plump ass, sliding towards the middle of her legs. Fuck, my girl is wet. Who the fuck has she been thinking about? I hope it was me.

I slip my fingers between her lips, feeling how wet she really is. She doesn't even move, so I slide a single finger into her. Just that alone has me ready to bust in my pants. She's so warm, tight, and wet. And she smells fucking delicious. I pull my finger out of her, tasting her.

Fucking honey, she tastes incredible. I have to fuck her. I shouldn't, but I have to. I unbutton my pants, coming up behind her. I know if I go too far, I'll wake her. I'm not a small guy, and I don't really know about her past experience. So, I settle for just the tip. I rub the head of my cock along her glistening cunt, collecting her wetness on the head before pushing it just barely inside of her. She shifts a little but doesn't react otherwise.

Just the feeling of her walls sucking me in has me testing my restraint. I want to slam into her, I want to fuck her so deeply that she feels me in her guts tomorrow. I want her to wake up and beg me to keep going. But I can't do that. I can't wake her when she's had such a rough day.

Instead I do small, shallow thrusts into her, my hand jerking the rest. My girl will sleep with my cum in her tonight. I gotta make this fast though, so I jerk my cock quickly while fucking her with just the tip until I feel myself ready to explode. I push in, just another inch as I cum in this gorgeous goddess of a woman. I even go as far as to do several more small thrusts in her after I've cum, just to make sure I'm really in there. Fuck, I hope she's not on the pill. I know that's shitty of me, but all logic about staying away from her could be thrown out the window if my girl was carrying my baby. Right?

When I pull my cock out of her, I see my cum seep out of her with me. That won't do. I scoop up what I can, slipping my finger back into her. I massage my cum into her slick cunt for a minute, until I'm satisfied that she's going to be leaking me tomorrow. When I pull my fingers out, I draw a little "L" on her gorgeous thick ass with my wet finger, patting her ass before sneaking back out the door.

Whatever boundaries I thought I had for this girl, they're gone. She's mine.

Chapter 12

Maeve's POV

It's the middle of the night by the time I wake up, crap I really slept all day. I feel disoriented, like when you take a mid afternoon nap and wake up, not even remembering what day it is. It feels like that. Except now, as an adult, I'm pantsless. That's my first order if business is to get some clothes on.

I find my silk shorts and slip back into them before heading to the bathroom. There's a strange soreness between my legs, one that I assume came from being overstimulated with Shelby yesterday. And clearly, I should have taken a shower after she left. I'm wet between my legs, my cum hasdrippedout of me and down my butt onto the sheets under me. That's embarrassing, I'm kinda glad she wasn't here to see that.

It's not like I expected her to stay the night, fall in love with me, become roommates, and sail off into the sunset together. I don't really know what I expect from her. I don't really know how I feel about the whole thing.

Once I'm freshened up, I head back out into my room. I'm awake now, I slept all afternoon and evening. Heck, it's like three o'clock in the morning now! But I can't believe I really skipped my last class. Shelby pulled through on that one, though. I woke up to an email from a student I've never met before. They sent me a recording of the entire class I missed. I owe Shelby for this, big time. I sent her a text thanking her and telling her I had fun. But so far, I've been lefton read. It's fine, I'm not going to let it bother me. It's late, after all, I don't expect her to be on her phone all hours of the day.

Ispendthe next ninety minutes listening to the lecture I missed and writing my own notes. It's kind of nice that I can just pause it whenever I feel like and rewind it when I think I've missed something. I always record my classes, but I've never actually had to go back and listen to them. It's just a precaution I take because I can't afford to have to retake a class.

By the time I'm done with the lecture, I'm starving. I haven't eaten since breakfast, and that was light. Hopefully, I have some food in the fridge that will hold me over until the dining hall opens. It's been a minute since I've gone shopping, so we'll see. On my way out of my room, I notice Sean and Carlie still aren't home yet. It's not surprising. They're usually out late partying. But it's a school day, I figured they'd be home by now. I wouldn't be out this late if I had class in the morning. But they schedule their classes later than mine anyway, probably so they can party. Whatever makes them happy.

I head downstairs, checking the fridge for anything safe for me. There's some vegetables in the crisper, but other than that, I don't have anything. I have rice, I could make rice. I have a potato in the cabinet, and I think I have some gluten-free pretzels in the pantry. I really need to go to the store, but my paycheck doesn't come in for another few days. Crap.

Isettleon making some fried rice. I had a bit of tamari left in the cabinet and I found a few packets of Sriracha from when Carlie and Sean went to some new Asian restaurant across town. I hope they won't mind. They steal all my pretzels, so can't we just be even? I don't know, I hope so.

I just sit down at the table when I hear Carlie and Sean drunkenly trying to open the front door. I can hear them giggling and sticking their key in the key hole. It doesn't seem to be going well for them. I laugh at their drunk banter for a moment before having pity on them and opening the door. "My hero!" Sean yells excitedly. He throws himself at me, hugging me tightly. Immediately I'm hit with the smell of stale beer, sweat, cigarettes, and hay? Maybe not, but whatever it is, they smell like a dang barn. "Yeah, yeah. You two stink, by the way." I say with a laugh.

Carlie swats my arm before making a beeline for my fried rice. I don't have the heart or the time to tell her no. She's already digging into my meal like she hadn't eaten in weeks. I'm not even entirely sure she's chewing, actually. "We went to a rodeo bar. You shoulda come!" She says happily between bites of my meal. I would have said no, but they didn't invite me. I wonder if they even realize they didn't invite me? I fake a laugh, smiling at them while Sean unravels himself from around me and flops down onto the couch. "Yeah, maybe next time." I say as convincingly as I can manage. It costs too much to go out like they do, plus I'm not old enough to drink anyway. "You should! We went bull riding!" Sean brags.

Bull riding... Like Shelby wanted me to go to. I wonder if she went? I guess that would explain her not texting me back. "Sounds fun." Ilie. It doesn't. It sounds terrifying. It sounds like I'd fall off the bull and break a leg. Or the entire place would be dirty, and I'd end up getting sick from dirty glasses or something. But they seem to have enjoyed themselves, so that's what really matters.

Sometimes I wish I could afford the college experience like these two seem to get. It sounds fun to be able to party or go out to dinner and not have to worry about the price. It sounds nice to go to the grocery store and not have to worry if you can afford to eat for the month. Hopefully, after next year, I can be that girl. I can be the girl that picks up takeout because I just don't feel like cooking, or the girl that goes to the bar after work just because.

My fantasy is interrupted by Carlie drunkenly hiccuping, almost choking on my dinner in the process. "It was! Until I was so close to taking this guy home, super cute! But Shelby snatched him from me. Hoe." Carlie slurs with a laugh. That stings a little. She left my bed and immediately went and picked up a guy. That kinda sucks. I guess I read a little toomuch into today.

It's fine. Just get upstairs and go back to bed. Just get away fromCarlieand Sean before they see how upset I am to be left out and picked last again. "Well, goodnight." I say as sweetly as I can manage. I head up the steps without another word. I am a little upset about my dinner, I didn't even get a bite of it. It did smell good, though.

I hope Carlie liked it…

Chapter 13

Maeve's POV