All characters involved in sexual activity are over 21 years of age or older.
My first ever boyfriend is a PhD student and the perfect embodiment of the Oxbridge professor look. He is half European and half Middle Eastern, of average height lives in V-neck sweaters, wears round tortoiseshell glasses, and has a dark, full beard. I have been attracted to Daniel by his mature yet still appealing physique. Daniel is a unique mix of being a devout Orthodox Christian and holding some progressive attitudes. One thing, he knew for certain, was that premarital sex is a blatant sin. During the week, Daniel is on rotation between the various university and collegiate libraries in town. As an outsider to the prestigious institution he is connected to, I enjoy being permitted to glimpse the inner world from the little tours he has taken me on.
I, on the other hand, am the more traditional archetype of a Middle Eastern woman. I am of Arab origin, outwardly Muslim and a university student who lives with her conservative family. Whereas my boyfriend desires to assimilate into the traditional academic setting. Something about the similarities and differences between myself, a young student just starting her career, the almost 10 year age gap, and the so-called East versus West divide that he straddles makes Daniel fascinating to me. My whole life, I have been told how young, innocent and demure I look. Despite my Islamic upbringing, I couldn't stop the feelings I have for Daniel, which are unacceptable outside of marriage. It was only a matter of time before my barely controlled sexual yearnings consumed me and my moral conscience.
It was another long session in the library as the wintry afternoon sky grew darker. Something about pure silence gets my mind wandering into delightful fantasy when I am alone amongst the books. I began wondering where my Daniel was. Although Daniel is in his late twenties, his university staff card elicits quite the improper fantasies. With my fresh-faced look and his slightly timeworn look due to years of PhD study, it is easy to imagine him as an actual professor. My library visitor keycard only entitled me to the one public library for my studies, whereas Daniel had a library job. With his job, he has a plethora of interesting locations he could be in on a given day but he was a night owl that preferred hanging around dark libraries in the late hours. I didn't want to go home without seeing him today. It was only a matter of time before my barely controllable sexual yearnings consumed me and my moral conscience.
"Hmm, Friday. He is probably in his carrel in the Grey College library," I mused.
I envisioned the little office perched up above the dimly lit library. It is situated on a narrow walkway covered with a sequence of shelving and hidden doors between. It was a mystery what lay inside unless you knew staff with an office here. I began thinking about how dark, silent, and empty the library is at night.
I pictured Daniel busily working, sitting in his little office the size of a broom cupboard. His office isn't particularly dignified but it is a space he can call his own. It has a wide, strong, built-in desk running from one wall to the other and one small window with a blind to allow for a view to the weather outside.
Suddenly, the naughty possibilities flooded my mind, and an overwhelming warmth rushed between my thick thighs. I thought about sneaking in, or knocking on the door, or muscling my way in. Whichever way I entered, I would get on my knees as he sat in front of his desk, my little body crushed up under the desk as I took out his full length from his boxers quietly, in case another member of staff heard through the walls.
I messaged Daniel and waited for a reply. After a few moments with no reply, I hastily began shoved my laptop, books, and papers into my backpack and tried not to run out of the library in my excitement. I speedily walked the two long blocks to the other library where I hoped Daniel was. Pulling out my keycard, I swiped it to no avail. Each time I swiped, a red light flashed. I had hoped that my visitor keycard would work to grant me access. I should have remembered that the previous time I visited was when Daniel showed me around his college and library.
''Shit,'' I murmured in the cold air.
I attempted to reassure myself that someone would turn up soon and kindly grant me access since I am such a pleasant young lady. Right? After about half an hour, no one had approached the library. I grew increasingly impatient, my sighs creating billows in the cold air.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and messaged a friend, hoping she was in town somewhere nearby and to assist me in seeing Daniel. Thankfully, she replied almost instantly. I explained my dilemma and she invited me over to her flat.
Hoisting my backpack I anxiously chased down the nearest bus to board it. Finally, I arrived at the designated street, thrusting my hands into my pockets as I walked in the sinking temperatures. I knocked on Juhi's door, and attempting to maintain a nonchalant demeanour even though my arousal made me noticeably jittery and restless.
''Hi, Juhi! How are you doing?'' I asked enthusiastically, as if I actually cared at this moment in time.
''Hey, Rukshana! I'm alright. How are you?''
''It's been a long day, and it's freezing out there. Have you seen Daniel around at all?''
''I know, right? Thank heavens I only had one lecture this morning.''
''Oh what a relief,'' I replied.
No, I haven't seen Daniel. Is there something wrong, Rukshana?''
''Well, no. It's just I was curious because I can't get a hold of him and I haven't seen him at all today.''
