Read Online Murder on the Down Low by Pamela Samuels Young - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Pamela Samuels Young
Ads: Link
Still, he hated being exposed.
Marvin listened to Nathaniel rattle on about himself as they trudged across campus.
“A sports reporter from the
L.A. Times
is interviewing me next week,” he bragged. “They’ve got their eyes on me for the Heisman Trophy.”
Marvin nodded like he was impressed, but he really didn’t give a shit. He hated sports.
They climbed the steps of Doheny Library and took the elevator to the stacks on the fifth floor. They found a deserted area of the library near the back. Marvin plugged in his laptop while Nathaniel dumped his books on an adjoining desk and pulled out a notepad and pen. It wasn’t likely that they would be interrupted. Thanks to the Internet, few students took the trouble to traipse to the library. But if some librarian happened to interrupt, at least it would look like they were there to do work.
Marvin hit the switch which controlled the lights in the left quadrant of the floor and the area went pitch black. He made his way back to the desk, careful not to bump into the book cases. Without discussion, Nathaniel unzipped his fly and Marvin dropped to his knees.
When they were done, Nathaniel callously pushed Marvin away. More and more now, Nathaniel turned cold within seconds of coming. But Marvin didn’t care. He had something that Mr. Big Man On Campus couldn’t resist.
“We ain’t doing this no more!” Nathaniel growled as he hurriedly zipped up his pants. “And I don’t feel like studyin’ tonight.”
Marvin didn’t respond. They’d been hooking up for close to four months now. Every other week, Nathaniel proclaimed that it would be their last time. Then, a week later, he would call, begging to see him again.
“Whatever, man,” Marvin said.
“No, I’m serious this time. This is getting too risky. I got somebody else. An older dude. He has a place where we can kick it without getting caught.”
Fear rose in Marvin’s throat. Nathaniel had never mentioned having anybody else before. Flipping on the lights, Marvin watched as Nathaniel grabbed his books and stalked off.
Marvin hated to admit it, but he had fallen in love with Nathaniel. He knew he would always be the man on the side, but he didn’t care. He was exactly what Nathaniel needed, a partner who was masculine enough to never raise anyone’s suspicions about his sexual preference and discreet enough to keep his mouth shut.
After leaving the library, Marvin headed back to the apartment off Vermont that he shared with his girlfriend. Jana was nice enough, but she didn’t turn him on. Sex with most women bored him and it took all the mental energy he could muster to force himself to get off. With Jana, it was easier than with some, but still nothing he looked forward to. But she was safe because she trusted him completely and didn’t ask a lot of questions.
When he opened the front door, he saw her sitting on the couch in a pink, frilly teddy.
Damn.
“Hey, sweetie. I was waiting up for you.”
He gave Jana a quick peck, then headed into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She followed after him, throwing her arms around his waist and standing on her tiptoes to give him a wet kiss on the back of the neck. He could feel the two sunny side-up eggs she had for breasts pressed against his back. She was a beautiful girl. She was a beautiful redbone with long thick hair. But she had the body of a twelve-year-old boy. Marvin preferred men, not boys.
“I missed you, sweetie,” she squealed in an annoying, high-pitched voice. “Did you miss me?”
Marvin did not bother to turn around. “Of course.”
He pulled away, lifted his T-shirt over his head and stepped out of his jeans.
Marvin resigned himself to having to make love to her, but he needed a few minutes alone to psyche himself up for it. He turned around and kissed her pancake-flat breasts, then ran his hand between her moist little stick thighs.
“I see you’re already nice and wet for me.” He rewarded her with a long,
Marvin listened to Nathaniel rattle on about himself as they trudged across campus.
“A sports reporter from the
L.A. Times
is interviewing me next week,” he bragged. “They’ve got their eyes on me for the Heisman Trophy.”
Marvin nodded like he was impressed, but he really didn’t give a shit. He hated sports.
They climbed the steps of Doheny Library and took the elevator to the stacks on the fifth floor. They found a deserted area of the library near the back. Marvin plugged in his laptop while Nathaniel dumped his books on an adjoining desk and pulled out a notepad and pen. It wasn’t likely that they would be interrupted. Thanks to the Internet, few students took the trouble to traipse to the library. But if some librarian happened to interrupt, at least it would look like they were there to do work.
Marvin hit the switch which controlled the lights in the left quadrant of the floor and the area went pitch black. He made his way back to the desk, careful not to bump into the book cases. Without discussion, Nathaniel unzipped his fly and Marvin dropped to his knees.
When they were done, Nathaniel callously pushed Marvin away. More and more now, Nathaniel turned cold within seconds of coming. But Marvin didn’t care. He had something that Mr. Big Man On Campus couldn’t resist.
“We ain’t doing this no more!” Nathaniel growled as he hurriedly zipped up his pants. “And I don’t feel like studyin’ tonight.”
Marvin didn’t respond. They’d been hooking up for close to four months now. Every other week, Nathaniel proclaimed that it would be their last time. Then, a week later, he would call, begging to see him again.
“Whatever, man,” Marvin said.
“No, I’m serious this time. This is getting too risky. I got somebody else. An older dude. He has a place where we can kick it without getting caught.”
Fear rose in Marvin’s throat. Nathaniel had never mentioned having anybody else before. Flipping on the lights, Marvin watched as Nathaniel grabbed his books and stalked off.
Marvin hated to admit it, but he had fallen in love with Nathaniel. He knew he would always be the man on the side, but he didn’t care. He was exactly what Nathaniel needed, a partner who was masculine enough to never raise anyone’s suspicions about his sexual preference and discreet enough to keep his mouth shut.
After leaving the library, Marvin headed back to the apartment off Vermont that he shared with his girlfriend. Jana was nice enough, but she didn’t turn him on. Sex with most women bored him and it took all the mental energy he could muster to force himself to get off. With Jana, it was easier than with some, but still nothing he looked forward to. But she was safe because she trusted him completely and didn’t ask a lot of questions.
When he opened the front door, he saw her sitting on the couch in a pink, frilly teddy.
Damn.
“Hey, sweetie. I was waiting up for you.”
He gave Jana a quick peck, then headed into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She followed after him, throwing her arms around his waist and standing on her tiptoes to give him a wet kiss on the back of the neck. He could feel the two sunny side-up eggs she had for breasts pressed against his back. She was a beautiful girl. She was a beautiful redbone with long thick hair. But she had the body of a twelve-year-old boy. Marvin preferred men, not boys.
“I missed you, sweetie,” she squealed in an annoying, high-pitched voice. “Did you miss me?”
Marvin did not bother to turn around. “Of course.”
He pulled away, lifted his T-shirt over his head and stepped out of his jeans.
Marvin resigned himself to having to make love to her, but he needed a few minutes alone to psyche himself up for it. He turned around and kissed her pancake-flat breasts, then ran his hand between her moist little stick thighs.
“I see you’re already nice and wet for me.” He rewarded her with a long,
Similar Books
