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Hey everyone! Taylor here with Chapter 3 of my not so safe for work diary of life as a cadet at a Senior Military School. As all the time, I welcome any critiques and feedback that you may have. Enjoy(; <3Taylor

The morning after the “run” together in the trails behind the main part of campus that ended with me on my knees in front of Chase, before ultimately holding him close and stroking his release into the woods to avoid a mess, I was still…hot. Sure, yes I’d gone and masturbated in the shower, something quick to take the edge of my craving, but ever since Chase had grabbed my butt as he held me in my arms, and gently played with my nipples under my sports bra as we made out, both sending shocks of longing and arousal through my body, I wanted more. I wanted someone besides me to gently slip a finger between my arousal soaked folds. I sent Eric an email telling him as much. We still hadn’t figured out how we’d have sex…neither of us were comfortable just taking out pants off beside a trail, the BJ was risky enough for us at this point…but I needed something. Anything.

Normally when you wear your class uniform, consisting of white pants and a short-sleeved white button down shirt with black belt, black leather shoes, and ordinary military school accouterments on the shirt, you wear a white undershirt, either a plain black or white generic bra or sports bra, and generic underwear, with spandex shorts with a small inseam over them to avoid having people being able to see your underwear through the white pants. That’s really only an problem if the light hits then right or you get caught out in the rain, or if you’re looking at them from up close, but just to be on the safe side, most every girl goes with spandex. I decided I’d tease Chase into wanting to touch me by…not being most girls.

Typically after dinner, before heading to the library, Chase and I send a quick email once our individual Business Cadre is finished with us so we know when to head over, not leaving the other person hanging, waiting for the other. Tonight, my business finished dinner early. As I changed out of the grey, choker collar, wool jacket we wear to dinner, I was standing around the room in my white undershirt, white generic bra, and black spandex with a plain black athletic thong underneath, I decided to ditch the spandex. Tossing them in my laundry bag and standing there in my white tshirt and bra, and black athletic thong, I opened up my computer to send my email to Chase. I quickly snapped a picture with my tshirt tucked up, exposing my bare, toned midriff, with the thong pulled high above my hip bones on the sides, with the thin strip of stretched fabric preserving my modesty. Next, I took a second, this time with the sides riding low on my hips, the front just barely covering the top of my lower lips, and a third, sliding my white pants back up, my tight, toned butt to the camera, making it obvious from the thin strip of fabric plunging between my buttcheeks that I wasn’t gonna be wearing spandex to the library tonight. I was so in the mood from taking pics for Chase that I didn’t want to wait any more. With my heart racing with excitement, I sent him an email and headed to the library. “Bottom floor, our spot. Please touch me”…I needed this tonight.

I got to our secluded table in the far corner of the stacks in the deserted bottom floor of the library. Upperclassmen never use it because no cellphone service down here and it’s all old reference material. Perfect place for Chase and I to hopefully not be disturbed. I laid out my notebook, textbook and laptop on the side of the table facing the only stairway that went down this far. A few minutes later, footsteps from the floors above alert me to Chase finally getting off from Cadre time after dinner. “Did you get my email?” I ask innocently, as if all I had sent was a reminder about a study session. The fire and desire in Chase’s eyes told me he most certainly had and wanted nothing to do with homework tonight.

Given our setting, it would be difficult to do a whole lot, because footsteps down the stairs would only give us maybe 30 seconds heads up that we were about to be disturbed. Clothes would have to unfortunately stay on. Still, as soon as his own books and laptop were laid out and homework was pulled up, creating the facade of actual studying, a firm hand finds my inner thigh and a whispered “care to help me undo the belt?” That sends goosebumps down my spine and heat between my legs tells me I’m finally gonna get the touch I’ve been craving. I silently undo the polished brass buckle on my black leather belt, open the clasp at the top of my pants, and lower my zipper, giving Chase unrestricted access to my small black athletic thong and whatever else he’d like to touch tonight.

Chase places light kisses on the side of my cheek, behind my ear, and trailing down my neck to the collar of my shirt, tracing the pulsing vein in my neck with the tip of my tongue as his firm, warm hand slips into my white, unzipped pants, his fingers tracing light strokes along my inner thigh as I spread my legs in anticipation of his touches moving higher. Chase quietly moves his chair behind mine and to the side, allowing him to rest his head on my back as he reaches around my waist and teases me with light touches over my underwear, the thin black strip dampening between the lips of my vagina as Chase traces the line from deep between my legs to the top of my slit and around my clit. I stifle a moan, placing a hand over my own mouth as I drop my head down to rest on the table and Chase whispers for me to “relax baby” and I close my eyes, giving myself to the moment as my arousal continues to moisten my folds as my mind begs for more.

I nearly cry out as Chase’s hand enters my panties and his index finger finds its way to my bare clit as he spreads my soaking wet entrance with his thumb and middle finger. I. Am. Soaked. My vagina has begun to relax, naturally opening slightly in arousal as I beg for him to penetrate me. Chase rubs small circles around my clit and my breathing goes quick and shallow. I place my own hand over his and push his middle finger towards my waiting entrance. Soon he has slipped one finger and then another into my arousal and begins to pump into me in a steady rhythm of penetration mixed with continuous, rhythmic stimulation against my clit. I. Am. In. Heaven.

I whisper for him not to stop as I struggle to control my breathing and stifle my moans as my inner walls start to clench in anticipation of a building orgasm. I once again place my hand over Chase’s, our two hands in my athletic thong stretching the thin fabric tight between my buttcheeks as I keep his fingers firmly deep inside me as I grind my clit against his flattened palm, rocking my hips in a rhythm mimicking riding him in a passion I can barely contain. My inner walls clench around his fingers, pulling them deep deep inside as a wave of pleasure washes over me, releasing the pent up sexual desire that has kept me on edge for days. I bite the inside of my mouth as I struggle to contain my pleasure and Chase whispers “that’s my baby girl” in my ear as I cum all over his hand. I. Am. Soaked.

He slips his fingers out of me as a faint moan escapes my lips. He grabs me some toilet paper and I attempt to dry myself before I zip up and attempt to put myself back together and looking militarily once again. My flushed, post-orgasmic cheeks are the only obvious give away of what has just happened under the table with the innocent pile of homework. We actually get a little work done and and then head back to barracks after a few parting kisses. Chase walks back behind me as we have to walk single file as freshmen on campus. I don’t mind because this means my boyfriend is the only one close enough to see the faint outline of my black thong through my white uniform pants and he dosen’t really complain(;

When we get back to barracks, I get ready to go take a shower and clean up properly. I notice Chase dosen’t have any roommates in as I peer across the courtyard to his familiar door. I slip off my soaked, black athletic thong and put it in my pocket as I walk the long way around to the shower, taking me past his room. Not wanting to arouse too many suspicions by having a long conversation in a guys room this late at night, I quickly slip inside, startling him slightly. I slip my still wet underwear into his hand and whisper “you did this to me” as I turn and head out to the showers before he even knows what I’ve just handed him.

When I get back to my room after a nice, hot shower, my email has a picture of Chase clearly pleasuring himself with my underwear wrapped around his shaft, and a second with what is clearly cum on the crotch of them. I email him back, “that’s supposed to go in me, not on them”, in the sexiest tease I can think of in the moment. I go to bed spent, and longing for even more for the boy that’s slowly driving me crazy while keeping me sane in this military school chaos.

Thank you for reading this installment of my not so safe for work diary of awesomeness! I hope you have a great evening, and as all the time, I appreciate any critiques or suggestions you may have! <3 Taylor

NSFW: yes

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