instead concentrating on catching up on the sleep that both had lost during the weekend. They had exchanged addresses with Alan and Dan, but neither really expected to hear from them. And Lisa, for her part, didn't really want to hear from them.
Something was happening to her. She didn't know exactly what it was, but the melancholy that had dropped down upon her on Saturday had never completely left; she had just managed to sublimate it to keep from becoming a drag on everyone else.
But now, as she brought the car carefully down the winding mountain road, Lisa knew that she had some thinking to do. She had to figure out why she was feeling the way she was and then she had to do something about it.
On the surface it was Dave; she knew that. Her thoughts kept going back to the weekend they had spent together. Fucking with Alan and Dan had been fine, but it just didn't compare with doing it with Dave. She tried to count the number of times they had made it one way or another in the forty-eight hours they had spent together.
Twelve. Or maybe thirteen.
For a moment a smile crossed her face as she thought about one of those times. It had been in the morning. They had both been sleeping for a few hours.
The sun beginning to stream in through an opening in the curtains had awakened her, but, Dave had remained asleep. The room was heavy with the smell of sex, and Lisa could still feel her pussy tingling from all the excitement of the long night of lovemaking. It was sore, too, but that didn't really matter.
Not now, anyway.
She could worry about that later.
Right now it was enough to lie still and concentrate on Dave's sleeping form. He was naked, with only the sheet that was covering them both pulled lightly over him.
Cautiously Lisa pulled the sheet back so she could see him. Last night she had been ashamed to look openly, but now that he was asleep she found herself wanting to let her gaze run hungrily over every inch of his athletic frame.
Or at least that was what she started to do.
But as it turned out, she never made it past his cock. There was something about it that riveted her attention. It was limp now, lying softly between his legs, the flaccid shaft half buried in his thick brown hair.
Lisa had never really seen a man's cock like this. In fact, she had never seen a man's cock at all until just a few nights ago in the library when Beth had fucked the stranger in the special collection room.
In that short period of time she had been watching them, and in the ensuing days leading up to this moment, the times she had really been able to look at a man's cock had been confined to times when it was already hard and ready for action.
Gently, being careful not to awaken Dave, Lisa began to move across the bed until she was poised just a few inches away from his crotch. Her lips were parted slightly, and without realizing what she was doing she licked them until they glistened wetly in the soft light.
A thought was on her mind.
She wanted to make that cock grow hard.
She wanted to watch it and feel it as it started out limp, then slowly came to life solely because of what she was doing to it. Vaguely aware of all this, but almost in a trance, she bent down until her lips were almost touching his rod.
For a moment she didn't touch it, instead blowing lightly on the sensitive organ. Last night there had been several instances when Dave had tried to guide her mouth toward his cock, but she had resisted for reasons that were unclear even to herself.
But now she knew that the time was right.
Spreading her lips, Lisa allowed her tongue to dart out and lightly lick the sleeping cock. Nothing happened at first, but as she continued, running her hot tongue wetly up and down the length of the shaft, she began to sense a vague tightening. In his sleep Dave shifted slightly, causing Lisa to pull her tongue back and wait until he had drifted back off once again.
Satisfied that he was asleep, she once again began her ministratidns, running her tongue up and down as she felt him grow harder and harder. There was something strangely mystical in the way the organ responded to what she was doing, stiffening while Dave was still asleep.
It was half erect now, and Lisa opened her mouth to take it inside her. The skin was smooth, and as she began to slide her hungry mouth up and down the shaft Lisa could tell that Dave would have to wake up before long.
But it didn't matter.
Nothing mattered now except her mouth and his cock. Vaguely she could feel him stirring, but her concentration was devoted completely to the stiff rod that was filling up the inside of her mouth and forcing its way into her throat as it grew even larger with each downward thrust she made with her mouth.
The saliva was pouring out of her mouth now, and at times she had to fight to keep from gagging, but still she continued, licking and sucking with each stroke, driving herself down on the spear that impaled her. She could sense that his cock was glistening, and each time she drove all the way down she could feel her lips driving into the hot wetness of his wiry hair, but nothing mattered to her.
With a growing frenzy she shot up and down, and as she did, Dave began to drive his pelvis up to meet her. She could tell he was going to come soon, and with a sudden certainty she knew more than anything else that she wanted to take all of his cum inside her, not letting a drop escape.
'Aaaaahhh…' he groaned, but she paid no attention. She had both hands working on his shaft as well as her mouth.
Suddenly he began to pulse and tremble in her mouth. Frantically she continued to drive up and down until finally it happened.
His cock exploded.
The first wad of his jism slammed into the back of her throat, hot and sticky, followed by spurt after spurt of the stuff.
Lisa stopped her strokes, concentrating now on swallowing his seed, tasting his cum as it flowed out of his cock and into her eager, sucking mouth and throat. It tasted salty, musky, strange.
She liked it.
By the time she and Beth got back to the city, Lisa still wasn't certain what her problem was. She kept wanting to think that it was Dave; that she wanted to be with him and that all the other fucking was just reminding her of him.
But then she also became aware that she hardly knew Dave. At least in a conventional sense; their communication during the weekend had been essentially nonverbal.
So how could she be so infatuated with him? The question continued to plague her, but there was no longer any time to worry about it. They were scheduled to go on duty at the library at four-thirty, and it looked like they were going to make it back just in time.
The library was quiet throughout most of the evening, and there was relatively little for them to do. Lisa spent most of the time reading, but finally she decided she might as well go ahead and say what was really on her mind.
'Beth?'
'What?'
'Where did Dave move to?'
For a long moment Beth didn't say anything, but instead just looked at Lisa. Then she burst out laughing. 'So that's what's been bothering you.'
'I didn't say that.'
'You don't have to. It's obvious.'
'Well, where is he?'
'Forget about him.'
'I can't. Not just like that, anyway.'
'Well, I'll guarantee he's forgotten about you. Anyway, I don't know where he moved to.'
