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By Alta (alatum@hotmail.com)


For three days Rebecca had arrived at her isolated table in the huge campus library to find a single rose with a note attached. "Miss Rebecca... My lady of the Aisles of European Poetry... my love... it is so lovely to see you each day as you peer over the forgotten volumes and tomes of such beautiful language... the words of lost love, forlorn angst, and unrequited longing.

Your own beauty haunts me day and night as the words you read. Like an Italian sonnet of perfect structure which within its literary walls comes forth problem and solution so profound. Oh, I seek the day I might hold you, touch you, love you and make love to you.

Do my words fall upon offended ears? If so let me kiss the hurt away... let me whisper my love audible only to you and take away any offense. Let me do so tomorrow. I implore you... allow me to approach you unseen in the aisles between the English Renaissance and Teutonic Realism. Please... for the moment let me remain anonymous.

If you would be so kind as to go to the wall at the end of the aisles and stand facing the large canvas with eyes closed I will come to you. If you are not there at 3:00 o'clock, I will know that you are not interested in my words or my love and I will bother you no more. Signed: Your Paramour of the Halls of Literature" All three notes had been this way... the words were beautiful and filled her with wonder... and desire.

Desire had only been a fantasy for Rebecca as far back as she could remember. As an only child she had gone to an all girls school the lonely victim of parents who had chastised their lone fruit for having been born a girl. She worked diligently to make up to her parents this faux paux, of birth but to no avail.

Instead, she became introverted and shy. She hid a beauty she didn't know she had under bulky clothes and thick glasses. But now someone had found her... a mystery man of letters, a highwayman who spied upon her and risked all by contacting her in this manner.

Good sense told her to run and hide... but curiosity told her take a chance and break these chains which had bound her for so long locking away the desire and need for lust which all God's creatures naturally needed. What to do?

Rebecca entered the library at ten minutes before three. Her heart was pounding within her small breasts and sounded like an anvil being pounded by a madman with the strength of twenty. Her eyes darted around the room searching for... whom?

It seemed as though every pair of eyes in the room were focused on her. And as she headed for the stairs all heads followed her ascent. She reached the literature floor and tentatively made her way to the aisle the mystery writer and spoken of. She now felt ridiculous having chosen the large bulky plaid skirt with the loose fitting blouse. She felt it all too... revealing.

There was a familiar moisture between her legs, however, this time the wetness was not from her own midnight caresses, but the anticipation of what "may" happen on this day. She made her way slowly down the aisle and stood before the wall. She stared up the blank divider at the high ceiling and then lowered her eyes and closed them. Thoughts immediately flashed through her head the foremost being, this was a mistake and she should leave. So silently that she never even felt anything, he was there behind her.

"Thank you for coming, oh Mistress of the Hall of Odes." His voice was almost like a summer whisper through green leaves. There was a song like quality to it.

"I was afraid you might find my words too bold and decide not to come."

His hand touched her shoulder and she felt an electric shock shoot through her body. "I have so longed to speak to you in person, and yet I do apologize and request that my identity remain a secret for a little while longer."

His hand remained on her shoulder; the other touched her arm below the opposite shoulder and began to immediately slide down to her hand. Each section of skin tingled like ice. He grasped her hand and brought it up... she felt his breath on her neck as his head bent forward and kissed her open hand. She physically shuddered at the touch of his lips and her knees seemed to buckle slightly.

He felt her weakness and his arm reached down and around her waist to support her. His lips moved to her neck and his hand moved the hair form where it covered her alabaster skin. His lips slide rather than kissed her neck. Again her knees went weak and his grip around her waist tightened. By tightening his grip, he had to pull her back against him. She could feel his maleness hard against the cloth of her skirt. It was an exciting feeling this touch of his sex.

Although Rebecca had never seen or touch a man before, she knew the rudimentary parts and how they worked. She had spent numerous hours in the darkness of her room pleasing herself with the fantasies of what she would do when given the chance. Now it appeared as thought the chance would presented itself. Her unseen lovers lips slide to the back of her neck and around to the other side.

The hand pulled at the neckline of the blouse to make room for his lips to leave a trail of his saliva down to the side of her shoulder and than slowly lick the area dry. In doing so he pulled at her bra strap leaving it hanging off her naked arm. She had steadied herself by concentrating on his lips and the lump grinding against the small of her back.

She was surprised to find that the hand around her waist had pulled her blouse from its tucked placement and was now slipping across her bare belly so lightly that it was almost to her breasts before she realized it. Again her legs buckled and her lover used this opportunity to push his hips lower and up to get his manhood into a better position of pleasure and support. To hold herself up Rebecca had to put her hands on the wall.

Almost by instinct, she pushed back with her own hips and ground her backside down on his thick cock. It shocked her to think of the word, much less realize that one was actually grinding between her rapidly soaking legs. By now his hand had found its way under her bra and was caressing her small breast. His fingers found her long nipples and kneaded them until they were erect and sore. His other hand had reached down and was touching her leg as he raised her skirt inch by inch.

It seemed to take an eternity and yet seemed to be over in an instant. He pulled the skirt up over her ass and roughly reached into the band of her panties and ripped downward pulling the panties down over her hips and halfway down her legs in an instant. She audiblely protested, but his lips shushed her and she relaxed as his tongue shot into her ear and began to pepper the side of her face with moist kisses.

Down his head went, down went his body; down he went to his knees keeping the skirt high above her hips. He found the zipper and broke the button in his haste to get the skirt off her. The skirt fell to the floor around her feet and he ripped what was left of her panties from her legs. (She would be unable to find her panties when the time came to leave and suspected that he'd taken them with him when he left.)

He grabbed her hips and pulled her back thus forcing her to bend over even more. He buried his face into her backside first running his tongue along her spine, down to the crack of her ass, on down to her puckered backdoor entrance (where he spent a few seconds tasting her... to her great wicked delight), eventually to find his way to her cum soaked pussy. He roughly spread her cheeks apart and she bent even lower to allow his tongue greater access to her pussy. His tongue slide in and around sending her over the edge instantly in the most overpowering orgasm in her life. Her legs visibly shook as wave after wave hit her.

Every once in a while his tongue would smack against her extended clit sending her over the edge again. He brought his head back up to concentrate on her ass hole again, but his fingers deftly replaced his tongue and spent more time and attention with her clit. The sensations seemed to continue rising and cresting until she felt she couldn't stand it any longer.

None of this was made any easier by the fact that she had to remain quiet while his tongue and fingers brought her to yet another group of multiple climaxes. Almost as soon as it had begun he stopped.

While she was recuperating from the swelling waves of ecstasy, she heard rather than felt the sound of another zipper. He leaned against her and for the first time she felt an engorged male penis against her naked skin. What was happening had never been as she had imagined... actually it was turning out better. He rubbed his cocked, which felt huge, against her lower spine, along each side of her ass cheeks, down her crack and then teasingly against her wet cunt lips. In one fast and furious stroke he slipped the huge pole into her slick opening and broke her hymen.

She yelled out once and recovered to keep from yelling again. He just held his dick there deep inside her. He didn't move it for what seemed forever. She could feel him inside her filling her. She thought at first he was so deep in her that he'd reached her stomach.

As she waited for him to move she began to mentally study his cock inside her and test the feeling by contracting her muscles a bit. This sent all new sensations through her nervous system and she began to enjoy the feeling. Her invisible assailant felt this and finally began to move his cock around inside her. As she seemed to loosen up, he slide his dick back and almost out of her only to press it deep into her again.

He continued this way until he felt her begin to understand the rhythm and began to move her hips back against his down stroke. Soon they were slapping skin to the beat of their racing hearts. His balls were attacking the back of her legs and she could hear the sounds of her cunt juices smacking about with each of his thrusts. Soon it would be too much for both of them... she began to urge her hips on pushing back with more force. And he also began to slam into her with more urgency.

In a matter of moments she felt her orgasm reach its peak and she began to whimper with each wave... he shoved all he had into her and exploded his seed shot after shot... hot... fierce. This sent her climax to a new level as she felt his orgasm deep within her.

As each cum shot hit her inner walls she climaxed again... and again... and again. Her legs gave out eventually and she felt his loving cock slip out of her with a sucking sound. The world was revolving and hazy as her orgasm finally subsided. She came to realize that she was alone. Her skirt tangled about her feet, panties gone, blouse soaked with perspiration, legs sticky with cum, legs sore and pussy deliriously swollen and satisfied.

She jerk up quickly and gathered her skirt about her looking for anyone who may have seen her in this condition. No one was there... however, on the floor half way down the aisle was another rose and note.

"Dearest love... oh sweet lady of fine words... you are so much more than I ever imagined. My love for you knows no bounds. If you are as please with this day as I am... meet me tonight. Room 206, The Hilton Hotel, 9:00. The front desk will give you the key... all will be prepared. You'll find candles waiting, pour yourself a hot bath, with the provided hot oil and perfumes for water... after your bath await me under the single sheet naked as God intended our love. PS Please wear the eye mask that will be on the pillow."

Rebecca was not late.