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After undertaking a bit of undercover research, Dick Hardy makes his return to the Albany campus and debut in MASSIVE Magazine, but has he finally met his match?

So it is a new year, full of hasty flings, full of freedom and full of reckless abandon because after all it is 2012 and as Drake says, YOLO right? If there was a year to experiment and try new things, surely it would be the year the world was going to end? Well that was my philosophy going into the year…. But let me tell you about an incident that still sends a chill to the core of my manhood and tightens my scrotum in frustration.

I was sitting in a lecture room, in the SNW building. I won’t reveal which lecture room I was in but I’ll say that it was for an elective 100 level paper. Already I was happy with my choice. ‘You’re so smart, you’ll have to show me around campus,’ gushed a first year, fresh from college who I had spent the lecture flirting with. She wore her blonde hair in that suddenly popular ‘bun on top of the head’ style and she fiddled with brand new highlighters which she was using far too often. Her clothes were ‘indie,’ and by this I mean she wore clothes that looked as though they either cost hundreds of dollars or were bought from the hospice shop, and usually it was the latter. She also wore more bracelets than her wrists could hold but she had a nice smile and she had a youthful eagerness which is pretty irresistible for any testosterone fuelled guy.

‘Sure, I might be able to fit you into my busy schedule,’ I told her with a cheeky grin. She laughed a little too hard and pushed me playfully. Class was almost over and she reached into her bag from which she produced a laminated copy of her timetable.

‘Hey I have to go to another lecture now, but do you wanna get together sometime to study?’ she asked me.

‘Hmmm… I don’t know if we’ll get much studying done,’ I told her, far too cocky but knowing I could get away with it.

She laughed though and quickly scribbling her number on a piece of paper, she told me to txt her.

‘I’ll think about it,’ I teased and she rushed off giggling. I was on a high from my own sex appeal when a girl tapped me on the shoulder.

‘Hey, can I get in on that date?’ asked a medium height woman, dressed smartly in a tight black skirt and a white blouse which loosely held an impressive bust. She had her jet black hair tied behind her head but let a few strands hang over her face. And glasses. She was wearing glasses, but instead of making her look nerdy, they exuded sophistication, intelligence. And sex. This femme fatale was the essence of sex.

‘Uhh, hey, sorry what?’ I asked, coming back to the situation. I must really be on fire today, I thought.

‘I couldn’t help but overhear; it’s my first year too and I was wondering if I could get in on some of that study time.’ I didn’t realise at the time, but I wonder if there was a hint of sarcasm in her voice. I laughed, a little too loudly, now that I think back. ‘Well as you might also have heard, I have a pretty busy schedule,’ I told her, dropping the string for her to chase, just out of reach. She smiled, unfazed, dripping with confidence. I had never been so aroused by a girl who still had her clothes on.

‘Tell you what,’ she said. ‘I’ll meet you on level 5 of the library tonight. Say, seven?’

And with that she turned and walked out of the now empty lecture theatre leaving me more than confused and a little shaken. But you could be sure I was going to be there.

I got there a little late practicing the principle that anticipation builds desire. I took the stairs up, to get my blood pumping. But when I arrived on the top floor, she wasn’t there. I had never been stood up before so I went and took a seat by myself. There were only three or four other people up there but it was still enough to make me get some books out and pretend to study. She must have been held up by something. And sure enough she was there five minutes later, arriving in a cloud of perfume and pheromones. She came over to me with a mischievous smile on her lips and stopped, standing in front of me, her plump bosom level with my eyes. I forced myself to look up into her face. ‘Hey, you ready to study?’ I asked her cheekily, implying I wasn’t really there to study.

‘Sure, we could study,’ she said, smiling. She looked around the room quickly, taking note of the few other people there. ‘But first I have something to show you,’ she said, bringing her eyes back to mine. Her eyeliner ran away from her eyes in little spikes and I couldn’t help thinking it made her look dangerous.

‘Ha, okay. What do you want to show me?’

‘Come on,’ she said, taking me by the hand and leading me from my chair. A woman taking charge is something so rare but so sexy and I wondered how a first year could be so confident. She wasn’t straight from college, she looked a little older, twenty-two perhaps? Anyway, she led me down the aisles of the library to one near the very back.

‘I think it’s down here,’ she told me, paying no attention to the indices on the edge of the columns. Then suddenly she turned around half way down the aisle and pressed herself against me.

‘Oops, maybe it isn’t down here after all,’ she smiled seductively. I was pleasantly aware of her breasts pressing into my chest and I wondered if she could feel the bulge that was quickly growing in my pants. I watched her lips, soft, thick, voluptuous, moving like liquid. She was saying something to me but I can’t remember what it was. Then, satisfied that I was in her control, she moved down to her knees in front of me and unzipped my pants. I peered through the shelves, conscious of the other people in the library but once her skillful hands freed my cock, I realized I didn’t really care. I watched entranced as she engulfed the full length of my shaft and I had to stop myself from groaning in pleasure as she showed me the dexterity of her tongue. Working her mouth up and down, her tongue darted back and forth along the sensitive underside of my manhood. She cupped my full sacks and massaged them with an expert touch. She certainly knew what she was doing. I laced my fingers through her hair and as I pulled it away from behind her ear I noticed a small tattoo which said Saudade. Unsure what it meant I stared past her head to her heaving milk melons, and I felt myself losing control. My legs started to get weak and I reached out to the shelves to steady myself, knocking a book down noisily in the process.

‘Grruuunnnh,’ I moaned, as I felt a climax building. Suddenly she stopped and stood up. She fixed her hair and licked her lips. I stood there, shaft twitching in disappointment. She leaned into me and licked behind my ear while she gently teased the end of my penis with her finger.

‘Well, I had a great time studying, but I really have to go,’ she whispered. ‘I might see you again Mr. Hardy.’ And for the second time that day, she walked out on me to my complete surprise. I was gobsmacked. She had left me with my pants around my ankles and a furious erection, but not only that, she knew my secret alias. And I knew nothing about her. I hurriedly pulled my pants back up and made to leave the library. Now as I write this, I can remember her calculating eyes and her sexy, secretary persona which still evokes a stiffening in my nether regions. But I also think back to how in control and powerful she was and mingled with my arousal is a tremor of discomfort. I must learn more about this girl who knows my identity and left me, the Dick Hardy, in a most compromising position.