The Next Week

A week goes by and we are one week closer to the end of summer. I read through Eric's film plan and okayed them to start so they could get their project done but haven't heard much from him since and nothing from Oliver.

Making the last few edits to the second draft of my paper, I click print and type in my info to send the file to the school printing system. I throw on my shoes and walk to the library to get my paper so my friend can read it over. I hate the library at this time. EVERYONE is in there. I don't like being around that many people, even if they're like 100 feet away from me so I make my way to the printer that hides the a little corner next to the custodial closet on the lower level.

I swipe my ID and select print on the monitor. Print. Print. PRINT. A red error message appears and requests me to resolve the jam in the paper tray.

"Ugh" I grunt audibly and hear a short giggle in response. I look back and see Mr. Cutie shiny gray gym shorts smirking at me again. His ID in hand, maybe he likes to use this printer too? I smile in all of my awkwardness and as graciously as possible, bend over to open the tray and fix the jam. I shut the tray closed and out of my right ear, I hear a click and a squeak as if a door was opening. Suddenly, I'm pushed forward by a dense body, a hand grabs my waist at the right, and another hand lands on the print with a loud smack. Most notably, a thickening phallus pushes against my ass as I hear a soft grunt as Oliver's weight is pushed forward.

"Sorry Sweetie, I didn't see you there," laments one of my favorite custodians Joanne, as she pulls her cleaning cart out of the closet and heads down the hallway. I can tell she has passed by listening to hear wheels roll down the hall but Oliver has yet to move. The printer starts up and my pages turn out when I feel his left hand move down to my waist to join his right in support. I feel his dick apply more pressure to my ass. And maybe sliding up my cheeks just a little?

"Unh" I moan slightly, hopefully in audibly. Air whooshes past my waist as his hands move quickly to his pockets. I stand up and snap my papers out of the tray. I can't believe I did that out loud! I turn my head to see how his response.

"Shit. My apologies." He says. His hands somewhere in front of him, his is face down and scrunched up in self-loathing. I've seen this face many times before after encounters with men who can get off on me but realize they don't really find my body anything to look at. I try not to show my displeasure and shame and stomp off up the stair case. I tell myself that I am worthy but I'm really starting to think otherwise.

I hand my paper off to my friend upstairs and hold my tears as I walk back to my room. Exhausted I sleep until the next day. Walking towards my door to go pee, I see a paper has been slid under my door. It's my final essay "Gender Expressions: Reclaiming Masculinity and Two-Spirit Experiences". Amy finished editing already? Damn, she's awesome. I bring the paper with me to the bathroom and flip through the pages. There aren't a lot of marks so I go to the last page to see if there is a larger general comment.

There, I find, a picture of me the first day I was allowed to go to the beach after surgery. I had a big smile on standing with my feet in the water surrounded by my friends who joined me in celebrating that day. Fairly certain that wasn't part of my essay. Below it reads: "I asked Riley if I could return your essay for her--I really liked it. We want to use this photo at the end of our film. You're beautiful here and we think it'll speak for itself and make our point. My apologies, again. ~ Oliver" I can't help but smile.