Stella walked toward the computer area, her mind swimming with thoughts of what Nelly had said. Each step seemed to echo with uncertainty, a rhythmic reminder of the doubts now clouding her heart. She clutched her notes tightly, trying to focus on the task at hand, but Nelly's warning lingered like a shadow.
As she approached the computer area, Stella noticed Michael sitting with Chidi, both of them engrossed in their books. Her heart skipped a beat. Despite the doubts, seeing Michael still kindled something warm and hopeful inside her. Gathering her courage, she made a small gesture to catch his attention.
When Michael looked up and saw her, his face broke into a welcoming smile. He called her over, his voice filled with warmth. Stella hesitated for a moment, but then walked over to join them, pushing her worries aside.
"Hey, Stella," Michael greeted her, his eyes twinkling with the same charm that always made her heart flutter. "What brings you here?"
"I was just heading to print out some handouts," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady. The lingering echo of Nelly's words made it difficult to remain calm.
Michael nodded, a thoughtful look crossing his face. "What are you up to after school?" he asked casually, leaning back in his chair.
Stella hesitated before answering, her mind racing with thoughts. "Oh, nothing much," she said finally. "I'll probably just be at home, resting."
Michael leaned forward, his voice lowering to a gentle coax. "Why don't you come over to my place instead? We can spend some time together."
Stella felt a pang of conflict. Part of her wanted to say yes, to ignore the doubts and give in to the comfort of his company. But Nelly's warning was a persistent whisper in her mind, reminding her to be cautious.
"I can't today," she replied, trying to sound casual. "I promised my roommate I'd help her with some cleaning."
Michael's expression shifted slightly, a mix of disappointment and understanding. "Alright," he said with a nod. "Maybe another time."
The conversation ended, but the tension in Stella's heart did not. As she turned to leave, she couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty that trailed her. Still, she resolved to trust her instincts and see for herself what lay beneath Michael's charming exterior.
With her notes in hand, Stella continued toward the computer area, determined to focus on her studies. Yet, even as she tried to concentrate, the question lingered: Was Michael truly the person she believed him to be, or was Nelly's warning a glimpse of a truth she had yet to uncover?
After printing out her handouts, she made her way back to her faculty building. She was determined to catch up with her friends and share what had been on her mind. As she entered the hall, she looked around but couldn't spot Nelly anywhere. Her curiosity piqued, she noticed Daniel, Nelly's boyfriend, deeply engrossed in a book.
Stella approached him, hoping he could help. "Hey, Daniel," she said softly, not wanting to disturb his concentration too much. "Do you know where Nelly is?"
Daniel looked up from his book, a slight frown creasing his forehead. "I haven't seen her," he replied, a hint of concern in his voice. "I thought she was with you."
Stella shook her head. "No, I went to print out some handouts. I thought she might be here."
Daniel nodded, pulling out his phone. "Let me try calling her." He dialed Nelly's number twice, but there was no answer. "She's not picking up," he said, worry now clear in his eyes.
Stella felt a pang of concern but decided to focus on another task she needed to complete. This might be the perfect time to visit Lecturer Frank and plead with him to accept her late assignment.
As Stella approached Lecturer Frank's office, her mind was a jumble of thoughts, mostly about what she would say to convince him. But as she drew closer, she heard a strange sound coming from inside the office. It was a soft moan, barely audible but unmistakable.
Stella paused, her heart quickening with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. She hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do next. The hallway was quiet, and the sound seemed to come from just beyond the door.
She took a deep breath, wondering what she might find, and whether it had anything to do with Nelly's mysterious absence.
She pressed her eye to the small opening hole on the door. The scene unfolding inside stole the air from her lungs.
Nelly, her usually vibrant red hair fanned across the dark wood of Mr. Frank's imposing desk, lay completely naked.
Her limbs, long and elegant, were splayed, a picture of vulnerability and abandon. Mr. Frank, his usually stern face softened by a haze of desire, leaned over her, his dark suit jacket discarded on the floor, his white shirt rumpled.
He hovered above Nelly, his head bowed, his lips pressed to one of her breasts.
A low moan, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, escaped Nelly's lips. It was a sound Stella had never heard from her friend, a raw, primal expression that sent a jolt through her.
Mr. Frank's lips flicked at Nelly's nipple, drawing it into his mouth. He sucked it softly, making it wet, and Nelly arched her back, her fingers tangling in her own hair, pulling at the strands as if to anchor herself to the sensation.
"Mmmph," Nelly hummed, a deep, throaty sound that vibrated through the closed door. Her hips shifted, a slow, sensual grind against the polished wood. "Yes… that's… that's it…"
Mr. Frank lifted his head, his eyes, usually sharp and calculating, now glazed with a heavy passion. He looked at Nelly, a possessive gleam in their depths, before lowering his mouth again, this time to the other bre@st.
He suckled with a gentle ferocity, his lips closing around the soft flesh, drawing the nipple deeper into his mouth. Nelly's breath hitched, a gasp that turned into a low, continuous moan.
Her fingers, no longer pulling at her hair, now pressed against the desk.
Stella watched, mesmerized as a strange heat bloomed in her stomach, spreading through her veins.
A prickle of envy, sharp and unexpected, pierced her. She wished to be touched like that, to be the source of such exquisite pleasure… Nelly's body, usually so contained, now writhed with an unrestrained ecstasy.
Mr. Frank's hands, large and calloused, moved from Nelly's breasts, trailing down her ribs, over her stomach, and settling on her hips, drawing her closer. He kissed her belly, a soft, lingering press of his l!ps against her skin, then moved lower, his breath warm against her inner thigh.
Nelly's legs parted, an unspoken invitation, and Mr. Frank's head disappeared between them. A gasp tore from Nelly's throat, louder this time, more urgent. Her fingers curled into fists, pressing against the desk, her nails digging into the wood. Her body tensed, then relaxed, a slow, undulating wave of pleasure.
Stella could almost feel the vibrations of Nelly's pleasure through the door, a silent hum that resonated within her own core.
Mr. Frank stood, his movements fluid and unhurried. He began to unbutton his shirt, his eyes never leaving Nelly's face. Each button yielded, revealing more of his broad chest, dusted with dark hair.
He shrugged out of the shirt, letting it fall to the floor in a soft heap. His belt buckle clinked, a sharp sound in the quiet room, and his trousers sl!d down, pooling around his ankles.
He stepped out of them, revealing his long, muscular erect!on.
Stella felt her breath catch. It was bigger than she imagined, intimidating in its raw power. Mr. Frank moved towards Nelly, his eyes still locked on hers, a silent question passing between them.
Nelly's gaze dropped to his cock, her eyes widening slightly, a flicker of apprehension, then a slow, knowing smile. She lifted her head, her lips parting.
He knelt beside the desk, his knees pressing into the plush carpet, and gently, with a reverence that surprised Stella, he guided the head of his penis to Nelly's mouth. Nelly's lips, full and soft, parted further, accepting him. Her tongue darted out, tasting him.
A low groan rumbled in Mr. Frank's chest as Nelly's mouth closed around him.
She began to suck, slowly at first, a gentle, rhythmic motion.
Her cheeks hollowed slightly with each pull, and a soft, wet sound, like a gentle pump, filled the room. Nelly's eyes, half-lidded, met Mr. Frank's, a silent communication passing between them.
He closed his eyes, his head tilted back, a soft sigh escaping his lips. Nelly's pace quickened, her head bobbing, her tongue circling the shaft, tasting.
"Oh, God, Nelly," Mr. Frank breathed, his voice thick with desire. His fingers tangled in her hair, not pulling, but guiding her, encouraging her. "Yes… just like that… you're so good…"
Nelly's hummed response, a muffled sound from around his cock, indicated her pleasure. Her eyes, still half-closed, were fixed on his face, watching his reactions, drawing satisfaction from his pleasure.
She pulled back slightly, just enough for her tongue to swirl around the head, then plunged back down, taking him deep.
Stella felt a tremor run through her. The heat in her stomach intensified, a burning ache that spread downwards.
Her own body responded, a soft clench deep within her. She imagined herself in Nelly's place, the sensation of that thick c0ck filling her mouth, the taste of him, the power of pleasing a man so completely.
A wave of longing washed over her, an intense craving for that same raw, uninhibited pleasure. To be desired, to be consumed like that.
She leaned closer to the peephole, her eye pressed so tightly against it that the metal rim dug into her skin. Her breath hitched.
Suddenly, she heard a footsteps coming to her direction. Stella startled, her head snapping back from the door. Panic, cold and sharp, pierced through the haze of her des!re.
Her heart pounded, a frantic drum against her ribs. She couldn't be found here, not like this.
"Think, Stella, think!
Her eyes darted around the dimly lit hallway. No escape route, no hiding place. The footsteps grew louder, closer. She had to act fast.
Her mind raced, grasping for a possible explanation. She couldn't just stand there frozen, she had to make noise, create a distraction. Let Mr Frank and Nelly know someone was here.
With a sudden, deliberate movement, Stella kicked the empty water cooler bottle near the wall. It skittered across the linoleum, a loud, clattering racket that shattered the silence. "Oh!" Stella exclaimed, her voice deliberately loud, a feigned surprise.
She bent down, fumbling with the bottle, making more noise than necessary. "Oops! clumsy me!"
Her eyes darted back to Mr. Frank's door.
The sounds from inside had stopped. A sudden, tense silence had fallen, broken only by the lingering echo of the plastic bottle.
Then, a low murmur from inside the office, indistinct, followed by a shuffling sound. Stella straightened up, clutching the water bottle, her face a mask of innocent embarrassment.
She forced a small, apologetic smile onto her lips, ready to face whoever was approaching.
"Stella?" A voice, deep and familiar, spoke her name.
Stella spun around, forcing a look of surprise onto her face. It was Mr. Harrison, the head of security, his face a mixture of confusion and mild annoyance. He held a large ring of keys in his hand.
"Mr. Harrison! Oh, I… I didn't see you coming," Stella stammered, her voice a little too high, a little too breathless. She gestured vaguely at the water cooler bottle.
"Just… trying to put this back. I think it rolled away."
Mr. Harrison's gaze flickered from the bottle to the door of Mr. Frank's office, then back to Stella. His eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of suspicion in their depths.
"I see," Mr. Harrison said, his eyes still fixed on her. "Well, everything alright in Mr. Frank's office? I heard a noise."
Stella's breath caught in her throat. How much did he hear? Did he hear Nelly's moans? Mr. Frank's grunts? The wet, sucking sounds? Her mind raced, searching for a quick, believable answer.
"Oh, that?" Stella forced a light laugh, a brittle, unconvincing sound.
"Probably just Mr. Frank. He's… rather enthusiastic about his work, you know. I think he dropped a stack of files or something." She tried to sound nonchalant, but her voice still trembled slightly.
"Hmm," Mr. Harrison hummed, his brow still furrowed. He reached out, his hand hovering near the doorknob.
Stella's heart leaped into her throat. This was it. She had to stop him.
"Oh, Mr. Harrison, actually, I was just about to head out," Stella said, her voice a little louder, a little more urgent. She took a step towards him, a desperate attempt to distract him. "I really should be going."
He looked at Stella, then back at the door. The silence stretched, thick and heavy. Stella held her breath, her eyes pleading with him to just leave.
Finally, Mr. Harrison sighed. He dropped his hand, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes. "Alright, Stella. Just making sure everything's secure." He gave her a long, searching look, then turned and began to walk away, his footsteps receding down the hallway.
Stella let out a shaky breath, her knees felt weak, her hands trembled. She leaned against the wall, the cool plaster a welcome anchor against her racing heart.
She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the adrenaline drain from her system.
The hallway was silent once more, save for the faint hum of the building's ventilation system.
Stella opened her eyes, her gaze drawn back to Mr. Frank's office door. A faint, muffled sound, like a soft sigh, reached her ears. They were still in there.
A strange mix of relief and lingering desire washed over her. She had escaped detection, but the vivid images of Nelly and Mr. Frank, their bodies intertwined in pleasure, still burned in her mind.
The longing, the envy, still pulsed within her.
She took a deep breath and walk away.