This is the long-awaited second part!
I apologise for the delay, but I only write when I'm in the mood to, and I haven't until recently. I have a few sections written now though, so they will be more regular.
Thanks to Jacob for editing.
Quick recap: Carly loves her boyfriend Aaron, but he lives far away. Through sexual frustration, she fucked her Scottish roommate, Connor. Another roommate, Jack, saw them and threatened to expose Carly's indiscretion.
Jack said he would tell his girlfriend, Gemma, Carly's best friend unless she did what he asked.
Carly was given a choice: To let her secret be revealed and lose her boyfriend. Or to give in to Jack's disgusting demands. She totally loathed Jack, but what could she do?
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I've never felt shame like this before. The guilt from cheating on Aaron was hard to bear, but Connor was a gentleman about it all. The next morning, he came to my room and apologised. He took all the blame and said that he'd taken advantage of me; We were both drunk, and it was just a stupid mistake.
I knew that wasn't true, I had wanted it so badly. If Jack hadn't interrupted, I would have fucked Connor all night. He promised to keep it a secret and offered to talk to Jack about what had been said when I followed him upstairs. I couldn't bring myself to reveal how my best friend's boyfriend led me to his room. Then blackmailed me into letting him go down on me, and wanted me to return the favour.
I told him Jack had agreed that the whole thing should be forgotten, and I hoped that was true. Jack had said I needed to return the favour to maintain his silence. But surely, we couldn't cheat on Gemma again like that? Why would he do that? He was a vile piece of shit, and I had never liked him, but now I loathed him!
I struggled to look Gemma in the eye when I next saw her, remembering how it had felt to have Jack's tongue touch me; Teasing my warm wet folds until I came so hard. Why had my body betrayed me like that? How had I even got wet from being with Jack let alone actually climaxed?
I tried to convince myself it was because I hadn't seen my boyfriend for weeks. I had spoken to Aaron on the phone and he apologised for getting angry at me. It had been a stupid argument about his friend 'Andy'. He had been going on about 'Andy' for weeks; how they trained at the gym a lot.
That changed on a video call when it was revealed that 'Andy' was just the nickname for a very fit, beautiful girl called Andrea. She was the good friend Aaron had mentioned!
I had overreacted and felt so guilty for what it led me to do. Connor had been so understanding and it had led to me cheating.
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The next afternoon I went to the campus library hoping that studying would take my mind off everything. I had managed to avoid Jack so far today as he had slept in. I walked through the long corridors of shelves looking for a particular book. I knew the reference, but hadn't been in this part of the library before.
I was on the third floor in a darkened area towards the back corner. There were a couple of students standing around, but none near me. I got to a dead end with bookshelves on three sides and searched them for my book.
Try as I might to stop thinking about sex, I couldn't; I had been so close to cumming with Connor, and from Jack's attentions, however unwanted. They had both raised my sexual appetite to staggering heights.
As I stood in the secluded corner of the library, I had a naughty urge to touch myself. Looking through the gaps in the bookshelves I caught glimpses of other students. How hot would it be to fuck in between these shelves? Or even finger myself, as someone walked past unknowingly.
Jesus, just the thought got me wet!
Then I saw my book on the bottom shelf -- Excellent! As soon as I got it, I planned to find the nearest bathroom and relieve some of this pent-up sexual tension. As I bent over to retrieve the book there was a loud slap followed by pain.
"Ouch!" I gasped at the sudden slap on my right arse-cheek.
I had worn a short, pleated skirt as it was a warm day, and felt the impact of a strong hand on my partially bare cheek.
"Hey, fancy seeing you here!" came a voice I sadly knew only too well.
"Get the fuck away from me!" I snapped, as I stood up and spun around.
I immediately regretted what I was wearing. My short, pleated skirt barely covered my ample rear. I wore a tight tank top without a bra, but had covered it with a thin knitted cardigan. I usually liked dressing sexy, but didn't like how Jack's eyes scanned me.
"Wow, someone's frisky! What's with the hostility?" Jack said as he took a step towards me.
His skinny frame was clad in a pair of ripped jeans and an old t-shirt. I say skinny but that was only in comparison to my boyfriend and Connor. Jack wasn't shredded but had an objectively attractive body and my eyes unconsciously checked out his lean, muscled arms. It was a shame he was a fucking perverted twat. God knows why Gemma loved him.
"You know dam well why. Pervert!" I snapped back.
I tried to move past him to walk away but felt a strong hand on my arm as Jack pulled me back.
"Hey, don't be like that! Not after all the pleasure I gave you last night," Jack said, holding my arm while giving me a cocky grin.
I felt a tingle shoot through me at his words. I saw the hungry look in his eyes that both terrified, and shamefully, aroused me.
"You think a lot of yourself. I hated every minute of it," I said, pouring venom into every word.
"That's not what your body said, you were soaked! Mmm,.... tasted so good. Then there were the moans!" Jack said, stepping closer to me.
I felt the heat from his body and knew I should run - Push him out of the way and run - but he moved to the other side of me and backed us into the dead end. The only thing behind me were bookshelves lining the walls in the darkened corner.
"Let go of my arm!" I said through gritted teeth, as I looked into his hungry eyes.
He had gorgeous blue eyes like Pierce Brosnan or Daniel Craig. I remember commenting on them with Gemma when we first met Jack during freshers. They gleamed with lust now, eyeing me with yearning.
I gasped as he let go of my arm and quickly wrapped his arms around my waist, grabbing my arse in both hands.
"This better?" He grinned as he pulled me hard against him.
I felt his hard cock push against my stomach and felt another tingle between my legs. I could feel myself getting excited at his touch. My hands were on his firm chest, trying to push my body away from him. I felt his hard pecs under my hands and the fast thump of his heart.
He wanted me! No, he NEEDED me!
I could tell from the feel of his body and the look in his eyes that, If I let him, he would bend me over and take me right here amongst the bookshelves. I shuddered with fear at the thought, at least I hoped it was fear!
"You owe me for last night," Jack said, as I tried to squirm out of his grasp. His strong hands felt so good as they squeezed and massaged my arse cheeks over my skirt.
"Fuck you!" I snarled.
"Shhh! We're in a library, Carly," Jack hissed.
His lips were a hair-width from mine. I wanted to lean forward and kiss him. Taste his lips on mine, let him take me right here amongst the dusty books!
Fucking hell Carly, what are you thinking? Why is my body responding like this around an arrogant cheating bastard like Jack?
"I can feel your heart, Carly. Feel it fluttering in your chest. Come on, one quick little suck," Jack said breathing a little harder with anticipation.
I couldn't help the way my body felt. How I stopped trying to push away from him; surrendering to his touch, purring as I felt the bulge of his hard cock through his jeans as it rubbed against me. I heard from Gemma he had a nice cock. The screams from their room indicated he knew how to use it.
It had been so long since I'd sucked on my boyfriend's cock. Some girls hate sucking dick, or just do it to please their man, but I loved it. The power you feel when you hold a throbbing cock in your mouth, feeling the heat, tasting the salty musk. Just thinking about wrapping my lips around a juicy cock was enough to make me salivate; It also never failed to make my pussy wet.
Seeing the indecision on my face and my apparent submission in his arms, Jack forced the issue by leaning forward and kissing me. Not tenderly like my boyfriend, but hard and forceful. In shock, my lips naturally responded, parted for him, as I felt his tongue invade my mouth.
Our lips smashed together hungrily and I felt the heat rise in my body, and my pussy started tingling, as this bastard violated me. The thrill of kissing among the bookshelves knowing that my fellow students were nearby and could catch us was intoxicating.
Then I realised what I was doing. Kissing this vile piece of shit. The bastard boyfriend of my best friend.
"Don't fucking touch me," I growled breathlessly as I pulled my lips from his.
They were already yearning to feel his lips on them again - to feel his tongue against mine. Jack squeezed my arse cheeks hard together and then pulled them apart. Then he looked deep into my eyes and whispered into my ear.
"Don't fight it. You know you want to. Just one little suck and this will be over. Come On, Slut!" That sent a thrill through me as I struggled to control my desires.
"Just one time?" I said breathlessly. The thrill of this situation overwhelmed me.
I was pressed up against my roommate and his hands were all over my arse in the very public university library. Unbelievably, I was contemplating sucking his cock even as I knew a couple of Students milled around the shelves nearby.
"On your knees!" Jack said forcefully. His hands moved to my shoulders and applied pressure. Encouraging me to kneel in front of him.
