This is my first time to write a short story under First Time category. Please be kind and considerate but all constructive criticisms are welcome! Thank you and enjoy reading!
All are age 18+.
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I always wanted my own library. Apart from the fact that I love books, I like being surrounded by its weird, old wood, smell; the silence inside the room, and its peaceful ambiance. That's why I like it much here in Philipp's house, my mom's friend and co-professor. He's a world literature professor, but graduated as an English Major that explains why he had an enormous library on his tiny apartment.
He lives alone in this apartment, which was a few meters away from the university I am attending to, so he voluntarily offered me his place if I want to stay and read on his library. He even gave me his keys so I could go whenever I want. His warmth and friendliness towards me made me feel comfortable so I often come here after school to read the books rather than staying at my own and if there are any home works that I think he could help me with.
I met and easily got along well with him when I was 16, two years before I enter college, because everytime he goes to our house, he will bring his books and lend it to me knowing I was very fond of them. And whenever we talk about books and literature, it was always been fun because of his great sense of humor which I find really attractive. I don't know why he doesn't have a girlfriend now that he's 38. He's not ugly, actually he has the most beautiful sea green eyes that I've ever seen. He also got a body structure like of.. Brad Cooper on his film Hangover. And lastly, he's smart that he almost got a perfect grade on his entrance exam on one of the most prestigious universities in town, too. Maybe because he got a very too serious face and rarely smiles or maybe he's just too attached with his collection of books, just like me.
"Andie! You there inside?" I eventually stood up from where I seated. Partially surprised by his strange, loud voice and by the heavy thud of I assume are his bags and coat. I went out to meet him and to say goodbye since it was already 10PM.
"Hey, Phil! How was your day?"
"I had soooooooooo much fun." I can already smell the alcohol even if I am 5 feet away from him. He has been drinking. And this was the first time.
"Have you been drinking?" I dropped my bag and went where he was still standing, concerned if he has any problems with work or anything I could help him with.
"Yeeeeeeeeeeesssss." The way he said 'yes' makes me wanna laugh hard but I know it's very wrong at this state. Instead, I covered my mouth to suppress it.
"Why, Andie? What's so fuuuuuuuunnnnnyyyyyyyy?"
He did that thing again and I can't help but to laugh so hard and loud. I got weak on my knees and almost fell on my face. But he was there to my rescue and we both fell on the floor. We looked at each other and laughed almost simultaneously. Then he got on top of me and started to tickle me on the sides of my waist, the back of my knees, and neck. I have a very low threshold for tickles that I almost cry out of laughter and tears were starting to fall.
"Aaaahhahaha! Stop it Phil! Stop I can't take it anymore. Hahahahaha!"
He actually stopped and now we're both panting, heavy breathings. I started to open my eyes and I saw him still on top of me. Directly staring at me with his sea green eyes. There was like a magnetic force in his eyes that I can't oppose but to look at him too. Then slowly, he lowered his face to me and kissed my forehead, cheeks, and then, finally, my tightly sealed lips. At first it was light feather kisses. Then he started moving, tongue probing on the lining of my lips, asking for permission to enter. That's when I realized that I wasn't breathing. As an automatic body's response, I opened my mouth and suck in air but he immediately inserted his tongue and started moving inside and sucking the air I just breathed. His kisses became frantic and rough when I tried to respond to him. Oh gosh. His kisses were hotter and better than my past boyfriends. I tried to match his intensity but I can't. He's too rough yet so passionate. Then I felt his hands moving through my sweater, reaching for my breasts. I started to panic that I pushed him hard in his chest, shoving him away effectively. I got up immediately, and realized what I have done.
He was my mom's friend, my friend who acts more like a brother, and he's older than me by 20 years! Gosh! I knew this is very wrong.
