My Library Fantasy: Jeremy, Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

My Library Fantasy: Jeremy, Chapter 4

... he was coming out to me. Jeremy came out not long after, in his civvies, with a whacking great tag on his ankle. I saw three officers rubber necking out of the front window from the gate office, and Jeremy caught me frowning about it. "Oh," he said, grinning. He shoved his hands in his pockets and joined me in looking at them, "I told them I was getting picked up my my girlfriend." He waved, then put his arm around me and kissed me on the cheek. I saw the officers laughing. "Good God," I said, rolling my eyes. We walked to the car with our arms around each other, and I quickly whisked him away. I sighed a contented sigh as I realised I had him all to myself for the first time ever, no sneaking around, no risk of being caught, no Jane keeping us apart. Freedom. If it felt this good for me, I could only imagine how good it felt for Jeremy. "So where are you taking me?" he smiled, enjoying the air through the open window as we drove off. He looked a good 5 years younger. I contemplated how romantic this was. The carefree feeling of being able to do as we pleased, the magic of being so similar to each other and the excitement of this new venture was a heady mix. Maybe we should go to the beachfront, and walk holding hands down the pier, eating candy floss. Then I remembered, I'm a fucking bad girl now, and I knew what I was going to do with him. "I'm taking you home," I grinned wickedly and stepped on the accelerator, "My place." Jeremy threw his head back and laughed as I sped ...

... off. It was only as I led him to my house, holding hands that I got the first pang of realisation. I was going to be truly alone with Jeremy for the first time, it was true. And the last time he'd been alone with a woman, he'd tried to kill her. I'm not sure if the danger and uncertainty of what was about to happen was heightening my arousal, or if I was actually fucking terrified. I thought back to his promise last time we had fucked in prison, as I was close to orgasm he had whispered, "When I'm out, I'll fuck you just like this, and you can scream as loud as you want for me." The thought that we were really about to do that was very exciting, and I was sure I really wanted it. But was I safe? He was wearing a tag. He had to be back at the open prison by the evening. He's smart. He's been through every anger management program Her Majesty's Prisons offer. He wouldn't do it again would he? Maybe this had been his plan all along. As we entered my house, and closed the door behind us, I suddenly didn't feel so invincible ----- I decided to do my tough, bad girl act and I put my fears aside and said, "Jeremy." I looked him up and down, hoping to look like a predator who had my prey right where I wanted him at last. He seemed nervous, and swallowed hard, "Hayley," he said, putting his hands in his pockets and standing on the side of his feet. He really did look like a boy now, and I decided, if he did come at me with a knife, I could quite easily just snap his arm. His victim ...