Her Marks

Chapter One

 

AThena broke off the kiss to make an announcement to Ethan.

“I don’t want you to be surprised, but I have a couple of tattoos and piercings.”

Ethan blinked at her in confusion. Her announcement didn’t surprise him. “I’ve got a tattoo too,” he said and snickered at his humorous repetition. “I’d have to roll up my sleeve to show you…”

“Don’t bother. Not yet. I just didn’t want you to be surprised because I can see where this is going.” She grinned at him and ran her fingers through her short black hair. The gesture must have been a holdover from when it was much longer because it was completely unnecessary. Her hair was short enough that a makeout session in the front seat of her car wasn’t enough to muss it, but just barely long enough to be feminine and cute. When he had first met her in public he had joked that he thought it was mandatory that all librarians wear buns. She had smiled at the lame joke and pointed out she was only a part-time librarian.

“Where is it going?” he asked her as his heart thumped inside his chest. Though all his friends and family assured him he was undeniably good looking inside he always felt out of place, certain he didn’t fit in.

“Hopefully inside your place. Having sex in a car is something I gave up when I was no longer a teenager.” She smiled with a confidence Ethan could only hope to imitate and never achieve.

“We’re going to have sex?” he asked, once again showing he wasn’t smooth or put together well.

“I certainly hope so.”

Ethan felt like his world was shifting out of his control. “Aren’t I supposed to be the one asking for this?”

“I know what I want,” she said with confidence. Her grin was mischievous which only accented her elfin looks. With her pale skin and bright blue eyes she could easily have passed for some sort of fairy come to life. Ethan was a good foot taller than her which only added to his discomfort of being out on a date because even though they were both in their mid-twenties, next to him she looked like a teenager and he looked like some sort of towering ogre. “Are you going to invite me in or are you one of those guys who don’t have sex on the first date?”

“Technically, this is our second date. Coffee at Madeline’s was our first.”

She inclined her head toward him. “Technically it wasn’t coffee, you had hot chocolate. Now: sex or no sex?”

The inside of Ethan’s house was small, which was actually his preference. He didn’t like living in an apartment—too many people around—but a huge house would be wasteful and empty. He didn’t bother with a tour; they went straight to the bedroom.

More by necessity than design, she laid on to top of him on the bed. He didn’t want to crush her or destroy the nice clothing she had worn. He felt underdressed next to her, but since they had only done dinner and a movie, he told himself it was fine. After a few more kisses, she knelt up, straddling his body so he knew she felt his erection inside his jeans, and abruptly pulled her red blouse up over her head. Underneath she wore a black bra with red polka dots.

“I’ve got small boobs,” she said unnecessarily.

“I can see that. I don’t mind.” I wasn’t lying.

“And the nice bras are all padded, so don’t get your hopes up about finding something hidden away.”

“That’s fine.” He could see the bra was padded and was looking at her chest, hoping she would reveal her breasts shortly. His hands were on her hips and he didn’t see when she rolled her eyes at his lack of understanding.

“You’re bad at hints, aren’t you?”

“What?”

“You’re supposed to try to take off my bra,” she said with some exasperation.

“Oh. Right.” He reached up behind her back and searched for the hooks to her bra. He failed.

Athena just shook her head at him. “You’re cute,” she said and reached between her breasts to snap open the front closure.

“Oh.”

She shrugged out of the bra, tossing it aside, to reveal her tits. His eyes went wide. As promised, her breasts were small, making the bra almost unnecessary. It was the studs through her nipples that caught Ethan’s eye. Reaching up she ran her hands over her breasts, fiddling with the studs for a second before saying, “You can touch them. I like them touched.”

The studs were silver and went through her nipples horizontally. The simple bars she wore were held in place by small balls on either side of the nipples, highlighting them perfectly. He reached up and gently manipulated the studs, feeling the contrast of hard metal and soft flesh. She shivered slightly and closed her eyes at his touch. “Wow.”

“Now you know why I wear a padded bra.”

“I thought it was because you had small tits.”

“That too,” she admitted.

They slowly undressed one another. Athena briefly admired the Rebel Alliance tattoo on Ethan’s shoulder as they went through the process of getting to know each other’s body. Ethan’s pants and underwear came off first and she was pleased that he was already hard.

“I could feel you when I was on top,” she told him between kisses as she ran her hand up and down his length, not trying to get him off, but trying to keep him interested. She didn’t have to try very much; he was extremely interested.

“Sorry,” he apologized with some embarrassment.

“Don’t be sorry. You felt good.” She kissed him again and then lowered her mouth down to his cock, sucking him a little, tasting his salty precum. She idly ran her fingers through his sandy blond pubic curls that were a shade darker than the hair on his head. All his hair was baby soft. “If you don’t have any condoms, I brought some along,” she told him.

“You came prepared?” He wasn’t sure if he was pleased or if he was alarmed she was so forward about sex.

“Of course. Do you have ones that you want to use?”

“I want to see what you brought,” he said. Occasionally Ethan could craft a good lie. He didn’t have any condoms in his house because he was certain the date wasn’t going to go this well.

Athena leaned over the side of the bed and rifled through her large purse before producing a small package of condoms. Ripping one open she effortlessly placed it on his cock and rolled it down his length. She refrained from making overly cute remarks about his admirable length and girth. He was smart enough to realize that commenting on how she knew to put on a condom was a learned skill that took lots of practice.

“How do you want to do this?” he asked.

“I’m a little girl…but I like the guy on top,” she admitted. “You can take off my panties.” They were black with red dots like her bra—a matching set—but weren’t designed as ridiculous lingerie. They were just cute underwear, bikini style, not overtly sexual, but undeniably sexy. He ran his fingers over the silky material, feeling the heat of her pussy underneath, before hooking his fingers into the waistband and pulling them down.

Ethan wasn’t shocked—she had warned him ahead of time—but he did pause as her nude pussy came into view. The fact that she was fully shaved didn’t surprise him. He was hip enough to know women—and men—had all sorts of preferences when it came to pubic hair styling. Two things about her pussy made him hesitate.

“I told you I had tattoos and piercings,” she reminded him as she opened up her legs to fully reveal herself to him. The blue flower tattoo that was right above her slit was well-done and the right combination of pretty and sexy—mostly because of the placement. It was nice and something that Ethan had only seen before in pictures and porn, but it was in no way off-putting. It was the silver ring at the top of her slit that made him reevaluate everything about Athena. She fingered it slightly. The scent of her cunt reached his nose and Ethan didn’t know what to do. With her legs spread wide he could see her labia glistening with liquid desire, but he didn’t know how to proceed.

She reached down and fingered the little silver ring in her flesh. “It makes sex better,” she told him.

“I’ve never been with someone who has a…uh…one of those.”

She reached up and pulled his face down to hers for a kiss. “You might not feel a difference, but I do. If you don’t like it, I can take it out if you want to wait a minute.”

“No, no. That’s not necessary. Do I need to do anything special?”

By pulled him down to her, Athena had placed him in the traditional missionary position. “Just put your cock in me.” She reached down for his latex-covered manhood and moved it into position. Once he had entered her, everything became normal again.

Ethan couldn’t believe he had the opportunity to fuck such a sexy and willing partner. He tried to make the most of it, making the sex last as long as possible, trying to please her before he climaxed. He might not have been successful in getting her off before he blew his load, but he could honestly say that he had tried.

“I’m sorry I came so quickly,” he apologized after it was over.

“Uh-uh. Don’t apologize. It was good. You got me off twice. Small ones, but it takes a lot of work to make me cum really hard.” She gave him a kiss. “Besides, we’ve got two more condoms if you can get it up again.”

He laughed. “Yeah, but you need to give me a minute.”

“That’s fine. I need to go to the bathroom.” She rolled off the bed and headed for the door. He watched her walk away and got to admire two more tattoos on her body, both on her butt, each on one cheek. While she was away he pulled off the condom, knotted it, and tossed it into the garbage can in the corner, wiping down his dick with his boxers, all before she returned.

“Can I see the tattoos on your butt?” he asked when she walked back in.

“Sure.” She fell face first onto the bed and let him look at her ass. The ink on her right cheek was an elaborate letter “A” surrounded by ornate script lines. The tattoo on her left was a Latin phrase in a circle. “LIMITARE LIBERTATEM”.

“Why’d you get these done?” he asked.

She breathed a sigh of relief that he didn’t ask for the English translation. “I was young and stupid in college.” She paused and corrected herself. “Well, not fully stupid. Some friends went to get piercings to celebrate the end of the semester and I went along and got my nipples done. It was all downhill from there.”

He lightly kissed the “A” tattoo. “I like them.

She rolled over but kept her legs together, partially hiding her pussy. “I think I need your tongue to make me cum really hard.”

“I can do that,” he replied as he shifted position to open her legs. “Why did you get this one done?” he asked, lightly running his finger over the ring that surmounted her clit.

“A girl has secrets,” she told him, pushing his head down to her pussy. He didn’t press her at the moment because he had other concerns at the moment.

As it turned out making her cum with his mouth and tongue was actually easier than with his dick. It took a minute for him to get used to the peculiar intersection of her soft flesh with the metal ring that ran through her clit hood, but once he became accustomed to how she responded, it was easy to manipulate her needs. He sensed she had a small orgasm but when he lifted his head, she shoved it back down. A couple more minutes and she was humping his face with her pussy and the orgasm that burst forth from her soaked Ethan’s face.

“God I needed that,” she told him when her orgasm had faded away. “It’s been too long.”

“Too long? How long since you last had sex?” He kissed the inside of her thigh and looked up at her.

“Um…a week?” she laughed.

 

Athena wasn’t completely surprised that she woke up in Ethan’s bed. It was very easy for her to fall asleep after sex and she was comfortable with Ethan even after having been on barely two dates.

The moment she realized where she was and what time it was, she jumped up, startling Ethan in the process, and scrambled about the bedroom looking for the large bag she took everywhere. “What’s the matter?” he asked, still half asleep.

“Gotta go,” she told him, relaxing a bit after finding her bag.

“No. Come back to bed. We’ll have sex one more time and I’ll make you breakfast,” he patted the mattress next to him and pulled up the covers to keep warm.

“Sorry. Really, it has nothing to do with you. I’d love to, but I have an obligation.”

“It’s Sunday,” he complained. “No one has obligations on Sunday.” The words hung in the air a moment before he realized what he had said. “Oh shit, you don’t have some church thing you’re going to, do you?”

She paused in the middle of donning on her bra and then laughed at him. “Oh no,” she giggled. “Oh hell no!” Her second statement made her laugh even louder. “Okay, yeah, I am a part-time librarian at a Catholic college, but I don’t go to church every Sunday. Or any Sunday, for that matter.”

Ethan looked at her like she had lost her sanity and he didn’t know how to deal with a crazy woman in his bedroom. “Okay. Just making sure you’re not a religious nut.”

“I’m not,” she assured him. She stepped into a pair of yoga pants. “I just have a, uh, work obligation that I have to get to.”

“Work obligation?”

“Even though it’s a Catholic college, they still have students who want to study on Sundays.” From the depths of her giant bag she pulled out a t-shirt and put it on. It was emblazoned with the slogan, “I like big books and I cannot lie!”

Ethan grinned at her choice of attire. “When can I see you again?” he asked.

“Um…I want to see you again, I really do,” she assured him, “but this week is going to be crazy for me. Completely crazy. I don’t think I’ll have time to talk to you or anything, so if I don’t answer my phone, don’t get upset. Leave a message or text me and I’ll get back to you by the end of the week.”

He looked askance at her. “It sounds like you’re hiding something from me. Are you married and are cheating on your husband?” He grabbed her left hand and looked for evidence of a missing ring or tan line on her ring finger.

She pulled her hand back and found her shoes. “I’m not married. I’m not cheating on anyone with you.” She sat down on the edge of the bed to tie the shoes.

“It sounds like you are,” he pointed out.

Athena turned around and abruptly kissed him. He took that moment to grab the initiative and slipped his hand around her back, pulling her to him. She didn’t resist. She didn’t mind his hand on her ass, but when he started to slip his fingers into the waistband of her pants, she pulled away. “I’m not kidding, I have to get to work,” she told him. “Research and training week. I’ll get back to you when I can.”

Feeling like a fool, he would let go of her body. “Promise me we’ll go out again next weekend,” he begged. “Promise me you aren’t married.”

“I’m not married and I’ll see you next weekend.” She twisted his wrist and rolled across the bed to freedom. “I’ll give you the blowjob of a lifetime too,” she vowed and headed out of the bedroom. He wanted to chase after her.

He resisted even if he had an erection and a need to fuck.

 

Chapter Two

 

St. Gelais College had a wonderfully designed and maintained library. In the front it was all wood and leaded glass windows and iron fixtures; it looked like it had been built in the middle of the nineteenth century, because it had. In the back, the library proper, it was modern and up-to-date because of bequests from wealthy benefactors and alumni. When Ethan walked in he felt only slightly out of place. He was a little older than those students walking around and his college had been a giant university that was completely modern with an industrial feel. This was a world of difference.

He went to the front desk. “Hi. I’m looking for Athena McGill. She’s a librarian here.” He smiled at the middle-aged man behind the desk who had a salt-and-pepper beard along with thin hair that would look better if he just dropped the comb over and accepted his eventual baldness.

“And you are…?” The librarian somehow had figured out that Ethan didn’t exactly belong to the student crowd even though he had pulled on his old university sweatshirt as a partial disguise.

“Ethan Blankenship. I’m a friend of hers. Decided to surprise her.” He grinned and tried to make himself come off as friendly but he felt like he was projecting the image of a nervous teenager.

The balding librarian picked up the phone. “Let me call her and see.”

Ethan barely paid attention to what the librarian was saying and was crushed when he hung up and said, “Miss McGill’s not in today. You do know she’s only part time, don’t you?” He looked over his glasses at Ethan.

“Right…” Ethan pulled out his cell phone and started scrolling through his texts. “I thought she said she’d be working today.”

The librarian just shook his head at Ethan. “Her schedule changes. Maybe she told you that she would be working today, but things changed for her. If you want, you can leave her a note and I’ll pu