Ian thought he was ready for the world. He thought his fait and purity would protect him. He thought the lessons his parents had told him would keep him on the straight and narrow.
Of course, that was before he met Lexie...
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Living in a house purchased by his wealthy family, going to an elite bible college in the middle of the city, Ian was ready to give the world his all.
Eden Corrupted
CHAPTER 5
THERE WAS STILL an hour before class, plenty of time to dash in, grab the book, then dash out. Ian told himself that repeatedly as he made his way back to the alleyway leading to the old bookstore.
And anyway, what were the chances the woman would just randomly be there? Why would she even care? It had been a single interaction—an interaction he had literally run from. What interest could she possibly harbor for him?
He forced himself to calm down as he walked into the bookstore. As the door dinged open, his stomach lurched at the sound of conversation between the shop owner and another woman, but he let out a sigh of relief when he saw it wasn't Lexie. Instead, it was a redheaded girl with glasses perched upon her nose. She was in a blouse and shorts, and was leaning against the counter with a wide smile on her face.
The shop owner looked up from the counter when he saw Ian. "Oh hello, there. Didn't think I'd see you back here after you dashed off yesterday."
Ian shook his head. "I just left something behind that I needed to come get. Did you find it back there? Maybe when you were cleaning?"
The older man chuckled, gesturing to the cluttered shelves around him. "Son, does it look like I do a lot of cleaning here? If you left it back there, that's probably where you'll find it."
With a sigh and a nod, he thanked the man and started back down the aisle. He paused, though, just in time to look back and see the old man pull a small plastic bag from under the counter. The girl was biting her lip as she looked at it. Inside were several dozen of those same pills he had seen Lexie handing off on the street the other week. The old man caught him looking and gave him a quick wink.
Ian said nothing, only turned and walked more quickly down towards the nook from yesterday. He stepped down, turned the corner, and pulled up short, his breath fleeing his lungs.
Lexie was in the armchair he had been in, sitting crossways with her long legs dangling up and over the plush, green arm. She was absently reading his textbook, a long, slender finger flipping over a page just as he entered.
"Oh, hey Ian," she said, smirking and looking up from the book. "I think you left something here."
He tried to keep his eyes from wandering over her body, but it was as if they were being forced to drink her in. She wore a tight black shirt and tight blue jeans that showed off every curve of her body. Her midriff was bare, showing her pierced navel and smooth belly.
He swallowed. Despite his fear, his tongue didn't feel as locked as last time.
"I did, yes. You, uh, you seem to be reading it."
She let the book slide shut in her hand. "Yeah. I know I should have asked, but I didn't really get a chance to."
Her smirk widened. "Congratulations on forming a sentence, by the way. I take it you took my advice?"
His cheeks reddened, which he knew was as good as an acknowledgment. "May I have my textbook back, please? I need it for my class this afternoon."
"Sure," Lexie said, shifting over and rising with a flourish of her legs. "It was a fun read. I see from your bookmark you and your classmates are doing a study on temptation."
Ian watched her approach, his breath growing heavier as she drew closer. The smell of her perfume tickled his nose, and he had to ward off the disturbing thought of what it would be like to bury his face in the dark softness of her chest.
She held the book out to him. "Gotta wonder, though. Are you trying for some kind of case study with the way you keep looking over my tits?"
Ian felt his cheeks heating farther. "It's not my wish to," he said as calmly as he could. "I can't help that you're dressed so provocatively."
He reached up to take the book, but she held onto it as he tried to pull away. "Provocatively?" she said with a giggle. "Do I 'provoke' you, Ian?"
She let go of the book, and Ian almost fell back into the bookshelf. "I, what? No!"
"Sure," she said, walking slowly around him, her hips swaying lightly. "What do I 'provoke' in you, Ian? Could I guess?"
Ian took a long breath, ignoring the growing tightness in his pants. "I'm not going further in this. I, I need to get back."
As he moved to leave, she put up her hand, stopping him with her splayed fingers. "Why?"
"What?" he said, a spike of fear running through him.
"Why are you so afraid?" she said, her voice low. "I can see in your eyes what you want, you know. I bet I understand it better than you do."
She took a step closer, her hand flattening on his chest. "Are you a virgin, Ian?"
He felt his stomach twist. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out at first. "I, of course I am!"
"Of course you are," she chuckled, but kept her pressure on his chest as he tried to move past. "Relax. It's not a bad thing. Depending on the circumstance, it can be very helpful."
His heart was beating in his chest. Ian knew he should just tell her to move. Push past her. She was barely pushing against him, and yet he couldn't bring himself to circumvent her. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said.
She took another step into him. He could feel her heat. The heat of temptation. The heat of sin.
It felt so good.
"Do you want to know?" she asked. "Do you really want to know, Ian?"
His voice was a whisper. "What is it?"
Her fingers curled against his shirt, her nails pressing through the fabric. "You see, when I decide I want to fuck someone, there's always the problem that I have to wait two whole weeks for them to get tested to make sure there are no nasty surprises lying around. It can be a real mood killer, you know?"
"T-tested?" he managed.
She chuckled. "For STDs, silly. Everyone has to be clean." She leaned lightly into him, her breasts touching him. "But when you've never had sex before... well, I could fuck you right now if I wanted."
Ian's entire body shook. Part of him thought it was some kind of wonderful nightmare. Another screamed it was some kind of awful test from God.
Whatever it was, he immediately knew he wasn't remotely prepared for it.
"I... what... no..." he tried to form a coherent sentence, but it felt like his entire brain was short circuiting. The feel of her body. Its heat. Her smell. The sinful look in her eyes. It was driving him mad.
"And you don't even have a girlfriend to disappoint, Ian. You said it yourself." She slid her free hand down his arm, snaking her fingers around his. "So what do you say? Want me to change your life?"
The power of her words hit him like a blow. He gasped, "You can't be serious! We're... we're in public!"
Lexie's eyes glinted with amusement, then she craned her head back. "Hey, Willie! Mind if I use your backroom for a bit?"
"Have fun!" came the reply from the owner, slightly muffled by the bookshelf maze.
She looked back at him, her eyebrows raised in a "well" gesture?
No. Just say no. Walk past her. Leave, and return to class. That's where you belong. Your mother, your father, that's where they'd expect you to be.
He knew that was right. Knew it was true. His chastity was at sake. His soul. But as he scrambled for the words, Lexie took his hand and placed it upon her large, supple breast. In an instant, every thought in Ian's head melted down to mush.
She felt so warm and soft, he found himself leaning forward with his hand against her chest, gently massaging it with his fingers, feeling the thin bar piercing her nipple. "I—I can't do this," he said, trying to break the spell she had cast over him.
The woman's laugh was like liquid velvet. "Oh sweaty, you are doing this." She took his other hand and had it join his other, fondling both her soft, luscious tits. "And I can show you how to be very, very good at it."
"Fuuuck," Ian moaned softly, the dirty word a mere shadow of the sinful thoughts flooding his mind. He couldn't stop them. Couldn't fight them. Every bible verse in his head seemed to dissolve with her touch, replaced by naked images of her body painted inside his head with perfect clarity. Her lips, her pussy, her breasts, her nipples, her eyes. Her eyes, filling him full of sin with her lusting gaze.
"C'mon," she whispered into his ear. "It's time for your true class to begin."
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