The ErotiChronicles of 2016 A.D. Ch. 04

~8:00PM - The following evening~

Archie's footsteps echoed lightly along the clean, hard-plastic floor of the reception area of the university campus. He checked the time as he spied the clock on the wall behind the main enquiries desk, sipping carefully from a take-away cup filled with cheap coffee from the canteen on the same floor.

He had it coming, after all; all that coursework left swept under the rug. He was lucky his mentor hadn't scalded him, but he certainly didn't get off lightly. Archie's punishment became a presentation to the class he was involved in, explaining the importance of diligence with a subtle reminder to finish work on time; deliciously ironic, Archie's thoughts considered with a heavy air of sarcasm.

On the plus side, however, he had managed to push himself and finished his task once and for all - at least, until the next load arrived...

As the clock struck one past the hour, yellow eyes gazed down and saw one of the other temps, Rachael; she was studying at her screen behind thin red glasses, her spiky blonde-and-black hair allowing her the comfort to see that Archie sometimes envied; he brushed some silver hair away as he looked at her, and approached the desk with a friendly smile. "You're late this evening." He spoke, almost questioning, as she broke her intimate gaze with the computer screen and smiled up to him.

"Yeah, Sandra asked me to look take care of a few of her tasks before I finished for the day." Rachael shrugged lightly, her broad shoulders lifting up and down sharply; she wasn't a thin girl, but Archie didn't let that alter his view that she was, in fact, a very pretty young woman. In the early stages of their applications, the two of them got to speak to each other and she explained how she had given birth not too long before and that a receptionist's role would suit her well enough whilst she looked for something more suitable to her standards. "What about you, though? Not still in the doghouse, are you?" Her small grin made it clear that his idle behaviour had already been made known to some of the other temps on the campus.

The snowy-haired male shook his head with sheepish retaliation. "N-No, me? Nah, got my way out of that easily enough." He produced a smirk that was unmistakably lacking in confidence, and the young receptionist recognised this as she produced a giggle. Archie cleared his throat. "J-Just waiting on my bus, is all. I've still got half an hour before it turns up."

"Well," The receptionist replied. "Run along and find something to fill you time with, then. You can't keep distracting me all day."

Rachael winked playfully at the snowy male, and if he'd had the pride to not turn around and continue walking, he would have caught sight of her tugging her lower lip into her mouth as her eyes worked up and down his work's outfit.

As he got round the corner, Archie pressed the 'UP' button to the lift and sighed as he waited. Hot coffee seeped between his lips, slowly filling his system with caffeine as he recalled the early stages of the application stage. He thought more of Rachael, who he remembered had perhaps been a little forward from the very start; during the second week, the two of them worked closely together along with another male who would occasionally tease them both. Both Archie and Rachael put him down each time, but there were a couple of occasions where she would 'accidentally' brush her hand up along his inner thigh. Archie's nervousness, on top of already being taken, meant that her actions would soon become pointless, but as Archie stepped into the lift he thought about the penultimate session - in which, the young female had worn a work shirt which had been unbuttoned enough to show off her impressive cleavage. Archie couldn't help but look, but when he did, Rachael moved in and whispered carefully to him that he was more than welcome to 'come round and cover them up himself'.

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The doors closed, and Archie's head shook lightly as he broke free of those thoughts. He felt his weight shift with the slow, clunky movements of the claustrophobic space surrounding him; metal walls enclosing him with his thoughts as his only companion.

A few moments passed. Soon, the LED light on the lift monitor shone "2" and a beep sounded out, the doors sliding open slowly as Archie stepped onto the corridor.

He made his way across the upper hall, briefly staring down over the railing to see a few students making their way out of the building. Reminiscent of his college years, Archie's eyes shone nostalgically as he thought about the times he'd skip classes to sneak Michaela away for various shenanigans.

His head dropped slightly, a sad smile creeping across his face as he recognised now that those days had long-since passed; since moving in together, he found, the two had become two completely different people to how they used to be. 'That being the case,' Archie thought, 'I suppose I've changed for the worse." His hand gripped his coffee cup a little too tightly, and with sudden force it split open and completely soaked his hand, steam escaping quickly as the light material crumpled to the floor.

"Argh-!" Archie shook his hand quickly, droplets of coffee flying everywhere as he attempted to cool his hand down. He growled with annoyance, continuing on towards the main library area; there were a few students littered here and there on black leather sofas and plump, parma violet cushions. The only member of staff he could see as he patrolled past several aisles of books was an elderly gentleman, who sat around the corner and glanced briefly at the white-haired male as he carried on past. Archie found the location of the men's toilets and burst through the doors, muttering to himself and wincing as small sharp pains surrounded his right hand.

He pushed down on one of the cold taps and held his hand underneath the sudden flow of cold water, biting the inside of his cheek to focus pain elsewhere whilst the stinging sensation increased. Soon subsiding, Archie released a breath he hadn't realised he had been holding throughout. His eyes had closed too, and as he reopened them he stared at himself in the mirror.

THIS was Archie's life now. What felt like only a few years passed, the young vagabond found himself in a rut; a youthful soul battling against a matured body and mind.

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"Ahem."

The noise from behind the cubicle door was quiet, but in the quiet space of the men's toilets it had been more than audible for Archie to compose himself. He brushed his hair slightly as he busily exhaled and began to run the tap.

"Take your time, why don't you!"

Archie blinked and turned back to the cubicle door. The voice was soft, almost as if the being on the other voice was whispering their words; he would have taken it to be a passing remark of childishness, but... 'That sounded a little...' The male suddenly moved forward and opened the cubicle door.

There was a long pause. Archie's bright eyes widened a little with shock; similarly, the pale green eyes of the girl sat before him had an air of terror in them, as she shot up from the seat. "O-Oh, s-sorry! I thought you were, erm" She stammered as she tried to speak.

"Who?!" Archie retorted, and with good reason; it wasn't exactly an environment one would generally find a female, so who could she possible have been waiting for?

The stammering carried on until she spoke out quickly. "M-My boyfriend! Yeah, my...my..." He watched her, with some stifled amusement, as she continued digging the hole for herself. He looked her up and down - long sandy-blonde hair which rested atop her impressive bust, a men's cardigan covering over her loose blue shirt and tight-fitting blue denim covering her legs. Archie didn't recognise her from the class he taught, and so his concern for trying to recognise her became pointless.

"Should I even ask WHY you're in here? At this time of night?"

She pouted, annoyed and embarrassed as she stomped her foot down slightly, arms stiff beside her sides and fists clenched. "That prick! He said he'd meet me here fifteen minutes ago!"

Before he could retaliate, Archie heard the first of two doors open as a duo of deep, laughing voices began to move into the room. Archie quickly entered the cubicle, locking the door behind him and moving close towards the toilet, forcing the student backwards and down onto the seat. She gave a small yelp, and in an attempt to keep her quiet Archie's hand covered her mouth, his head tilted slightly with a glance back, listening to the two males who moved to the sinks. Running water and class reminiscence flowed freely in the tense space as Archie breathed quietly.

A few minutes passed and they hadn't left; Archie recognised that he could let go of the occasional trap of air within his oesophagus, given that he wasn't in an environment where he could be shunned by others around him. It was unfortunate, however, that the breath he released was slightly louder than he'd expected, and when he wondered why, he took notice of the hand massaging along his covered, suddenly erect bulge. Archie couldn't believe it - his eyes widened once more, and he became panicky as he tried to focus on the outside conversation.

He mouthed to her. "What are you doing?!" Her face returned to the shape it made when she had begun her brief rant.

"That's my boyfriend out there!" She mouthed back; her hand stroked harder up and down his covered length, but she soon unzipped him and freed him from his undergarments. The white-haired male silently groaned to himself, gritting his teeth together behind tightly shut lips, so only his nose could create the sharp exhale of frustration out of his system. He felt his showing stiffness become gripped by her soft hand, but as she continued to tug on it Archie worried that she might go She-Hulk on him and accidentally rip his cock straight off.

That being said, her powerful strokes up and down were complimented by the occasional lubrication she spat out onto the shaft, and his eyes soon rolled back as he held his breath in a little more, embracing the rapid movement up and down his pleasure-stick.

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One of the outside bodies had moved into the cubicle beside theirs; her hand lifted away quickly as the two prisoners pressed in close, waiting to see what happened. The rattle of the toilet lid lifted, and the released a silent sigh of relief; Archie's cock had found itself resting on the crevice of the young woman's large bust, and her eyes looked up and down quickly, her lip creasing under her nibbling teeth. Archie couldn't help but smirk.

"Yeah, I can't believe she actually listened to me - told her I'd meet her in the ones on C Floor."

Laughter ensued; Archie looked as if staring directly at the douchebag pissing on the other side of them. He had hoped she would go easy on him, but at this point he figured he should start preparing the funeral arrangements for his punished member.

Where he had felt strong strokes from gentle fingers, though, he soon felt an enveloping warmth around all of his length. As he looked back at her, she had undone another couple of buttons on the shirt and slipped her bra down, releasing her impressive breasts and wrapping them around Archie's length. Her eyes never left his, her full bottom lip pulled below her teeth, chewing on it as her legs rubbed together. Her breasts moved slowly up and down, introducing every inch of Archie's cock to her mammary flesh, squeezing and suffocating it.

He bit his own lip, and as the other cubicle toilet flushed, Archie exhaled a low and exasperated moan; his pupils dilated as his hands quickly rested over hers. The student stopped moving. Her lips parted slightly as hot, excited breath whispered over the tip of his cock, which now took quick breathers with every throb and thrust his length made between her breasts.

"Fuck my tits." She mouthed, a fair few times at that. Archie's thumbs teased her stimulated nipples as he fucked her tits faster, their joint intakes of breath becoming difficult to keep at a safe decibel level; Archie's lust taking control of him again, his hips moving of their own accord as his only goal quickly became to release the thrilling sin from his body - and it didn't take him long.

As he tried to keep his breathing steady, the demon that had seemingly taken over the horny male's body found itself holding several sharp intakes of breath, and in doing so it seemed to push down inside him and forced his hot and heavy cum like a firework over the student's dominated tits. She gasped a little as some of the shot reached her mouth, and she stared up at him with a silent, impressed giggle. Archie kept his heavy breathing quiet, grinning back at her; her face, however, for a brief squint of his attention, looked oddly like Michaela's.

He snapped out of it, and realised his predicament. He frowned, and took some of the cubicle paper to clean his cock off. His lover rose up once more, staring down at her painted canvas as she moved past him, opening the cubicle door. Archie was distracted; it was too late before he took in what she had done. He hadn't heard the two males leave - then again, they had gone oddly quiet. As Archie turned to look behind him, the student he'd just marked with his seed was stood, mouth agape as her eyebrows furrowed with anger. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!"

Archie nearly had a heart attack; he ran out of the cubicle and grabbed her arm, but as he followed her gaze to the other side of the room, a confused male stood before them - his slacks and boxers were lowered, and another confused male knelt before him, eyes wide and unsure of what to do as the standing male's cock sat halfway into his mouth. "T-Tiffany? What are you-?"

He saw the cum splattered across his girlfriend's chest, and then noticed the snowy male stood beside her, his cock limp and showing, still glistening with the sticky remainder.

Outside, the elderly librarian began to shut the lights off along some of the isles - his penultimate stop, the bathrooms. He knocked twice, and called out for any bodies remaining to leave before they were locked in.