The Date with Mal

The rest of the day—psych class, a few hours holed up in the library, dinner and then more work—goes by in a blur, your mind focused on little else but your upcoming date with Mallory.

Even though you were technically the one to ask her out (as much as buying detention time with Professor Ward counts as asking her out), Mal was the one to text you first a few hours after the auction, telling you “not to worry about the deets of the date, because I have something W I L D planned”

So, long story short, that’s how you find yourself standing outside the old gothic Divinities Building without the foggiest clue of what you’re doing there.

“What’s up Alex!” a voice calls from behind you, and you startle a bit, turning around to see Mal dressed in nothing but a dark purple sports bra and matching shorts. She gives you a cheery wave and jogs up next to you, all smiles.

“Hey Mal,” you say, suddenly wondering if you’re drastically overdressed in your Oxford shirt and slacks.

“I’m thinking of becoming a campus tour guide,” she says, “so I decided for this date, I’m going to take you on a tour of campus!”

You give her a blank look, unsure if she’s being serious.

Mal punches you in the ribs, bursting out in laughter.

“Hah! You should see the look on your face,” she says, clearly taking great delight in it. “But I’m serious! I’m going to take you on a tour of campus… but from above!”

“From above?” you echo. “But how?” You notice the Divinities Building looming over you. “From up there?” Mal eagerly nods. “But we’re not allowed… the doors are locked, and the buildings don’t have roof access, and there are security guards…”

“Sounds to me like you need a tour guide to show you the way,” Mal says, grinning. “So. You down or what?”

“So down,” you say, making for the heavy oak doors guarding the entrance of the building.

“Not that way,” Mal laughs again, pulling you away from the front doors. She grabs your hand and makes for the side of the building.

You spot the small service door tucked behind a tree just seconds before Mal points it out to you.

“Come on, give it a go,” she says.

“The door’s locked,” you say, pointing at the red light emanating from the keycard reader. “I’m not falling for that.”

“Just shove it,” she insists, so you do, fully expecting to jam your arm against the door.

Instead, it swings inwards smoothly, revealing a dark corridor. You quickly step inside, holding the door open for Mal, who gives you a smug look as she joins you inside.

The corridor looks eerie in the darkness. Shadows lurk at the windows into classrooms, the faint hum of machinery occasionally interspersed with horrid rattling noises that burst out of nowhere.

“That door doesn’t lock properly,” Mal explains. “Many of the service ones don’t. Now, for the not so fun part of the night.”

“What’s that?” you ask.

“We have to climb ten flights of stairs,” she says, pointing to the staircase.

“I knew I should have worn something else tonight,” you groan, and then you follow Mal up the first few steps.

“Isn’t the view breathtaking?” Mal says, peering out the tenth floor window.

“It’s pretty great,” you agree, looking down at the array of buildings scattered around campus. A couple of people, no more than a few inches high, scurry down pathways in the corridors of light cast by the streetlamps.

“How would you like to get up on the rooftop?” she asks.

“Let’s do it,” you say, even though you’re not sure of what exactly that would take at this point.

Mal fiddles with the lock on the window, and then a second later, pushes open the wide pane. Wind swirls in from outside, a healthy gust that has you second guessing yourself, and then Mal hops out the window.

You almost yell in surprise, but then you see her head poking out from about knee height.

“There’s a small ledge down here,” she says. “Come on out! This one’s the easiest jump of the night.”

The easiest?

You gulp, looking down at the ground far below, and then carefully put one foot after another out the window pane, so that you’re sitting on the edge of the windowsill. Looking down, you see the ledge that Mal was referencing, and giving her a shaky smile, you plop yourself down onto the ledge and immediately grip the windowsill with your hands.

One false step and you’d go tumbling down to the ground.

“Fun, isn’t it,” she says, inching along the edge.

“Where are you going?” you ask, trying not to sound terrified.

“Just around to the side, we can climb the gable up to a small landing,” she says, pointing upwards.

From your angle, you can just see the diagonal support beams running along the triangular rooftop. They look thin, which is bad, but made of metal, which is probably good, since that means they won’t break under your weight. You hope.

Mal makes her way across the ledge until she reaches the lowest point of the roof, and then she jumps, getting a grip on the rafters with her bare hands. She hauls herself up and over the edge without care, and then, from her position up above, she looks down at you.

“Need a hand?” she calls down.

“A hand would be nice,” you say.

You slowly creep along the ledge, hands gripping the cracks in the stone for dear life, until you’re directly below Mal. Luckily, you’re a bit taller than her, so you can reach the edge of the roof without jumping, but you still appreciate her steadying grip as you pull yourself up onto the roof.

The two of you now sit on a small flat strip of concrete that runs around the roof; you could begin the climb up the upside down V-shaped rafters now if you wanted to.

“Let’s take a breather,” you say.

“You ever been climbing before?” Mal asks you.

“A couple trees when I was younger?” you say. “And maybe a jungle gym or two.”

“It’s terrific fun, isn’t it,” she says.

You look out at the starry night, the trees dotting the ground around you, and feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins in thick pulses. You feel electric, alive, and you grin at her.

“Damn fun,” you agree.

“Want to head for the top?” she asks.

“I’m up for it,” you say, and Mal gives you a high-five.

“Nice one,” she laughs, and then she’s off, climbing the forty-five degree slope with only the gable for support.

You give Mal a good twenty second headstart before you follow her up. At first, you try crouch-walking up the diagonal, using the gable only for support, but the rooftop tiles are surprisingly slippery, and after one almost-fall, you decide to imitate Mal and hug your body closer to the roof, pulling yourself up with your arms.

Who would have thought this date would have required so much upper body strength?

You find that with this new climbing technique, your head and your gaze are pointed upwards, and you realize with a start that you can see Mal’s ass through her shorts, and then, when the angle is just right, the pink of her panties.

Now’s not the time to lose your concentration, Alex, you berate yourself, but you can’t help and stare a little at the hypnotic sway of her ass as she progresses upwards.

Your arms are burning by the time Mal reaches the thin flat strip at the top of the roof. She lays down on the strip, letting out a contented sigh, and a couple seconds later, you join her, sitting up on what feels like the top of the world.

“Enjoyed the view?” she winks at you, fully aware of the show she was giving you.

“Never seen better,” you laugh.

You look out at the small college town spread around you. You can see your dorm, the buildings you have class in, the gym, the library, that restaurant that gave you food poisoning… all like a miniature toy model for you to play with. You take out your phone and snap a few pictures, wanting to keep the memory.

“How did you even know the way up here?” you ask.

“I get around,” Mal says, winking at you again. She yawns, looking out at the view from her side, and then looks back at you. “You think anyone’s ever fucked up here?”

That catches you by surprise, and you nearly lose balance. You grip the edges of the roof beneath you tightly, glaring at her.

She cackles in delight, finally sitting up.

“I wasn’t being serious,” she says. “Even I’m not bold enough to risk it bareback, and I don’t have any condoms.”

“Oh, it’s not the ten-story fall that you’re scared of,” you say.

“Nah, I’ve got a good sense of balance,” she scoffs.

“But if I’m inside of you, then I’ll take you down with me if I fall,” you say.

“Fair point,” she concedes after a second. “So we’ve ruled out sex then.”

“How about making out?” you offer.

“Now that’s an idea,” Mal says, and then all of a sudden she’s on you, attacking your lips with her own, pushing you down until your back’s against the roof, straddling you, her kisses quick and deep and ferocious.

You kiss her back, eyes closed despite your risk, giving in to desire, arms hugging her instead of the roof, and you feel her hips grinding against your cock, her tongue all over your mouth.

You’re more than breathless by the time she finally backs off, feeling just a bit lightheaded.

“Some air up here, huh,” you say, and Mal laughs again.

You sit up, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, and the two of you while away the night, talking and kissing and watching the tiny world turn beneath you.

Mallory +15