Page 84 of Dean's Delinquent

The niggle of guilt at directly disobeying him gives way to exhilaration. It’s been a bit since I’ve put my snooping skills to use. Only now, instead of getting a scoop, I’ll be hiding away in a lush paradise fraught with sexual tension.

It’s so much easier to break the rules when my mind is made up. Besides, I’ll need these skills for when I’m really reporting on something. At least now, I can do it in a safe environment. Win-win.

As I drive up past the tennis courts, I pull off nearby and park. This way, no one will know I’m up there. They’ll just think I’m in one of the courts.

It’s a slight trek, but the weather is pretty enough that it doesn’t bother me one bit. In fact, it feels good to get some cardio that doesn’t involve dirtying the sheets or the dean’s desk. Not that I’ll ever say no to sex.

Sweat trickles down the back of my neck as the maze comes into view. My only real concern is getting lost in this thing. There’s no guarantee I’ll be able to find the exit point I almost came out of. As I walk around the perimeter, I stop at a gap a bit down. This could be it?

Fuck. I really didn’t think things through. Did I?

I set my backpack on the ground and dig around until I find my notebook. As much as I hate to waste paper, making a trail seems like the best idea. That way, I can at least find my way out if I get turned around.

The moment I step inside, the temperature drops a few degrees due to the shadows the massive walls create. A shiver races down my spine as I ease myself down the first path and put a small piece of paper into the leaves every several feet. Naughty. Forbidden. Taboo.

Not quite as bad as what the dean and I did that night, but being back here sparks the familiar feelings until my clit throbs with each step I take as each one causes my thighs to rub together. I bite back a moan as I run my fingers over the leaves and memorize the soft texture. Since there’s no countdown, I can really enjoy the space and explore it.

I would like to think the exit looks familiar to me, but all the walls look the same. Still though, I follow the instructions as best as I can remember them. Right. Left. Left. Left. Right. Right Left. Hopefully, I’ve repeated it back to myself correctly. Time will only tell.

As I follow the motions, things begin to feel right. Granted, with it being daytime, the shadows are a bit different and leaves glow a bright green instead of a beer bottle olive. Soon, I reach the long path. Same as when I was there last time.

My pulse quickens in my chest as I look behind me. No one. Not even a breath of a sound. The only thing I can hear is the rapid staccato of my heartbeat as it pounds so loud it floods the space around me.

This time, there will be no dean at the end. There will be no masked man waiting to defile and devour me. Part of me mourns the fact that it will be only me at the center, but it’s edged out with the excitement of doing something he expressly told me not to do.

As I slip in and out of the last walls, I peek around the corner to make sure I’m truly alone. All that’s there is the beautiful fountain and stone benches. I have no idea how in the world I’ll be able to turn one of them into a cross, but then again, I don’t need that to enjoy the space.

I set my bag down and sit astride the hunk of stone. Heat seeps into my muscles as I rock back and forth, recapturing the eroticism of that night. That one night that changed my world forever.

Arousal builds deep within me until it’s impossible to keep my hands to myself. Lying back, I slide my hand into my shorts and under my thong. I’m already soaking wet. It seems like I’ll never not be wet since meeting the dean.

A soft moan slips from my lips as I touch myself, grazing my stiff clit with my slick fingers. Everything else melts away as I explore my body and picture my dean as the one touching me. Granted, if he were here, it would certainly be a bit more painful than this.

As I continue to pleasure myself and let my imagination run wild, a loud snap thunders in my ears. Fuck. I’m not alone. Yanking my hand from my shorts, I sit up and listen again. There. Closer now. Shit. Shit. Shit.

I grab my bag and look around, desperate for a place to hide. The mausoleum. It’s the only place I can think of. Thankfully, it’s close.

Sweat pours down my neck as I fumble with the door. It’s not like any normal handle I’ve seen. Reaching around, I find a smooth spot and place my thumb, just like with my door in the sorority house. If this doesn’t open it, then there’s no way I can keep this from Dean Anderson.

As much as I revel in the idea of his punishment, I don’t actually want him mad or disappointed in me. It was stupid to do this. Stupid to break his rules like this.

Please, I pray to whatever God might hear me.If I get out of this, I’ll never come back unless he’s with me or gives me permission. I promise.

It’s as if that someone hears me. In an instant, the door gives, opening enough for me to slip in and close it. Perfect timing, too. From the inside, I can hear someone shuffling around outside.

With my phone’s flashlight, I take a quick look around and spot a pile of chairs and tables. It takes a little work, but I manage to slip behind them without making too much noise. When the door opens, sending in a flood of light, my heart nearly seizes in my chest.

A flashlight dances over the space and rests on me every so often. My lungs cramp as I hold my breath, doing what I can to not get caught. How this person doesn’t see me, I don’t even know.

“Nothing in here. Yeah. I think whoever it was is long gone. Keep checking the other parts of the maze, but the trail stopped before the main lane. Yeah. I’ll head back to the exit and wait.”

Fuck. How do I get out of here? Should I just give up?

Even given how much trouble I know I’ll be in, there’s still that bite of exhilaration, that feeling that makes my gut clench and my pussy cream as I plot out how to escape. Turning my flashlight back on, I look for the door Dean Anderson took me through. Once I’m inside the castle, I should have more options.

Besides, there were a few cars out there. Maybe I can just sneak out with some of them? Only problem is, there’s no doorknob. If only I can remember what he did that night. With a frustrated grunt, I shove against the square and jump back as it opens up. Whether some divine being is smiling down at me or Dean Anderson is giving me enough rope for me to hang myself with is yet to be seen.

I slip through the door and go down the hall. It opens back up into that room he and I were in and just looking at that bed brings all those feelings back. It’s perfectly made, as if no one has ever slept there before. For some reason, it makes my heart ache.

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