My Library Fantasy: Jeremy, Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

My Library Fantasy: Jeremy, Chapter 4

... talked about this already. I hadn't known the DVD was there, and you'd forgotten that you'd given him access to it. So it seemed logical that he must have taken it then." "Logical," she did a whine to mock me again, "I don't fucking know how he got it." She stopped the DVD inquisition then, as if she perhaps realised I wasn't frightened enough of her to accept her twisted version of events. Why was this so important anyway? It wouldn't be the last DVD talk, I was sure. She held her head in her hands, as if she was trying to stop herself from doing something she'd really regret to me. I tensed in my chair, and held my breath as I waited to see what she was going to do to me next. She sighed, a big fat puffing sigh that made her fat face go red, to match her hair, "Get the fuck out of my office," she said, wearily. She didn't need to ask me twice. I started breathing again, and off I went. She shut the door behind me, and went on the phone straight away. I walked behind the counter, where Jeremy was working, and he gave me a weak smile. He knew I'd just been sworn and shouted at. He'd just been sworn and shouted at before I got there himself. Neither of us dared speak while the dragon was still in it's cave, on the phone. About two minutes later, she came waddling out of the cave. She walked along the length of the counter, purposefully not looking at or speaking to either of us, stormed out of the library door and was away. I had no idea where she was going or why. "Are you ...

... alright, lovely?" Jeremy said, putting a little pet name on the end that he'd never used before. It made me smile. I breathed deeply, letting myself relax again after surviving another incredibly uncomfortable moment in this place. "I'll live, I guess," I said, shrugging, "Did she give you a grilling as well?" We were turned to face each other, instead of our computer screens now. "Ooooh yes," Jeremy said, rolling his eyes and leaning his head on his hand. I knew he was good under pressure too, better than me even. So I knew there was nothing to worry about what he'd told her. Then suddenly, despite the danger being over for now, I started to well up like I wanted to cry. Everything in here was just so... tense. The constant scrutiny, the worrying about being caught, and the guilt. Jeremy was used to this, he was a prisoner. I was just a civilian. Maybe I wasn't up to this. Jeremy noticed my upset, and as we were alone in the library, with no CCTV in here, walked over and put his prison gym arms around me, saying, "Aaaaw, my little hottie, it's going to be OK." He squeezed me tight, and I buried my face in his toned shoulder, and cried a little bit. Thank fuck I didn't stay like that for long. I quickly stopped crying, sucked it up, and dried my eyes. We didn't say anything else, we just stood and looked at each other, not touching. He watched me wipe my eyes dry. I was so into him now, I was struggling to put the way I felt into words. A moment later, we heard Jane's key in ...