Chapter 1
The night Julian Lancaster first caught sight of Catherine Fairchild's bare back, he found himself lost in a whirlwind of dreams that left him restless. Each encounter with the young woman ignited a series of late-night fantasies that he could not shake off. In the quiet halls of Northgate University, Julian, often perceived as the diligent Squire among his peers, resolved to keep Catherine close. It wasn't just for academics; the desire to flirt, to kiss, to touch, bubbled just beneath the surface. Under the guise of a devoted student, he yearned to unravel the depth of his feelings for her. "Honestly," he would joke with his friends outside the Great Hall, "I'm just trying to channel my stress into my writing," while secretly penning steamy passages in his notebook, which he shared with a select few online followers. As events unfolded, Julian’s innocent intentions began to blur with a surging passion, all while he navigated the complexities of university life—a place where friendships, ambitions, and deeper connections intertwined. The Dance Guild was hosting auditions that month, and he found himself hoping to catch a glimpse of Catherine in the Dance Room, her elegance captivating, making his heart race. "Stay focused," he chided himself in the solitude of his study, where laughter and chatter from the students echoed faintly through the halls. Even amidst friends like Isabelle and Victor, all he could think about was Catherine. Everything she did seemed to pull him closer, a gravitational force that was both exhilarating and terrifying. The pressure mounted as he prepared for the upcoming dance showcase, a prestigious event hosted in the old Assembly Hall. The students buzzed with excitement; the air was heavy with anticipation, and Julian's heart was a tempest of emotions. His thoughts drifted back to the shimmering image of Catherine, twirling gracefully under the spotlight, igniting a fierce urgency within him. Yet, there was an underlying conflict that threatened to throw him off balance. Should he confess his feelings or remain the devoted friend who quietly admired her from afar? The choice held the weight of the unknown, a precarious path that could either lead to heartache or a beautiful union. Amidst the chaos of their university lives, the question lingered: could Julian muster the courage to step beyond the comfort of friendship and explore the depths of his desire for Catherine Fairchild?
Chapter 2
Catherine Fairchild Julian Lancaster first laid eyes on Catherine Fairchild while leaning against the wall of the Abandoned Court of Sport, taking a drag from a cigarette. For a rare moment, he unbuttoned the top of his blazer, peeling away the facade of the ever-respectable Student Council President, Reginald, in front of the school. The smoke curled around him. Just then, a petite figure entered, her soft voice echoing through the twilight, “Is anyone there?” Julian looked up to see her – a girl with long, waist-length hair, peeking over her shoulder as she stepped cautiously into the shadows. He turned his gaze away, squinting as he finished his cigarette and extinguished it. Julian was not one to seek trouble. He rubbed his forehead, closed his eyes, and leaned back against the cold wall, his thoughts disturbed by the rustling noises around him. He dared to glance back at the girl, now tucked into a shadow on the other side, her disheveled hair hastily tied up, a few stray wisps brushing against her pale neck. A single strand fell along her shoulder blades, shimmering in the dim light, as her white shirt clung to her form and draped down, showcasing her slight waist. Julian narrowed his eyes, feeling a familiar itch in his throat; the craving for another cigarette surged. He knew he could slip away while she had her back to him, but he found himself transfixed, captivated by the almost-bare figure before him. She adjusted her uniform, slowly pulling down her loose-fitting school sweat shirt, revealing the creamy skin of her legs in the lackluster light, partially obscured by the draped fabric. As she turned to leave, Julian retreated further into the shadows, waiting until the door clicked shut with a solid thud before he exhaled deeply. With a *click* of a lighter, he lit another cigarette, the filter resting between two slender fingers, his thoughts meandering back to the alluring scene he had just witnessed, warmth pooling below his waist. He took a drag, ignoring the rising heat in his body, waiting until the cigarette was burned to the filter before putting on his gold-rimmed glasses and stepping out of the court. As he passed through the doorway, he almost collided with her. For the first time, he saw her face clearly. Her round, luminous eyes were wide with disbelief, her full forehead and cheeks flushed an undeniable shade of crimson as she bit her lip, leaving marks on her soft pink skin. Julian glanced down at her delicate features – the pert nose and the mouth that seemed to beg for attention – and chuckled to himself, wondering what these loose uniforms could actually reveal. Not slowing his pace, he moved past the girl. Later that night, the fresh scent of teenage energy hung in the air in his spacious room, now unexpectedly occupied by Catherine. Julian held her arm firmly, his other hand cradling her delicate face, their lips merging in a fierce clamor as he devoured her soft mouth. His tongue slipped in as he nudged against her closed teeth before coaxing her lips open, moans escaping her as she yielded, letting him explore her mouth. With his grip still on her cheeks, he slid his hand down her neck, covering what lay against his chest, giving it a firm squeeze. Catherine arched into him, her legs lifting slightly as a reaction, just enough to allow Julian to push against her, their bodies meeting amidst the youthful chaos of the moment.
Chapter 3
The Scent of Gardenias Julian Lancaster pressed his hardened desire against the warmth of Catherine Fairchild's thighs, earning a soft moan from the young woman. He moved his lips away from hers, swollen from their fierce kisses, and trailed down to her pale, taut neck. Inhaling the fragrant scent of gardenia mixed with her sweat, Julian extended his tongue to taste her skin, then gently bit into the soft flesh. His tongue kept rhythm with the rocking of his hips, leaving a red mark just below her ear. Through their clothes, Julian felt the dampness, both hot and wet, making him groan uncontrollably from deep in his throat. His erection swelled even more, the pre-cum seeping through his boxers and making the fabric stick to him uncomfortably. His hands slipped under her white bra, cupping a firm yet supple breast. He pinched her nipple, which squeezed between his fingers. “So soft,” he muttered, his groan mixed with hers. Encouraged by her moans, he peppered kisses from her neck to her chest. Julian pushed the strap of her bra aside, letting his tongue find its way to the small, erect nipple at its center. He licked it, circled around it, and then sucked deeply, causing Catherine to arch against him. With his face buried in her bra, Julian alternated between sucking and licking one breast while massaging the other, his hips grinding against her. Her white panties pressed into the crevice of her flesh, the outline of her lips becoming visible through the wet fabric. “Please, no more…” Catherine's breath hitched as her body reacted against her will. The dampness had turned sticky, causing Julian to strip off his boxers hastily. He looked down at the flushed young woman beneath him, her body marked with the evidence of his passion from her ears down to her chest, crimson nipples standing erect from his attention. Julian spread her creamy thighs further, staring at the soaked white panties hugging her swollen womanhood. His eyes darkened with lust as he ground his purple-tinged erection against her wet heat, the audible squelch of their joining filling the room. “Ah... No, please…” Her words were weak, nearly drowned out by the continuous flow of her arousal. Pouring his weight into each connection, Julian covered her lips with his, engaging in a deep, tender kiss while his lower body thrust harder. His tongue danced gently with hers as their bodies collided with increasing intensity. He felt like he could drive his entire member into her through their soaked fabrics. The moment he released, Julian's eyes opened to see the white ceiling above him. He turned his head to feel the coolness of the sheet, the sunlight filtering through the curtains highlighting the wet patch at his groin. He draped an arm over his eyes, taking a moment to clear his head before getting out of bed to shower. In the hallway of Northgate University’s third floor, he ran into Catherine, who had spent the previous night beneath him, her cries still echoing in his head. Dressed in her uniform shirt today, her figure was even more alluring, hinting at the youthfulness of her body. Julian's gaze flicked briefly to her chest, now straining against her shirt, his tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth to control his reaction. His hands clenched inside his pockets as he walked past her without a second glance. The familiar scent of gardenia triggered the heat within him once more. Julian's expression remained neutral, yet his eyes darkened as the heat spread through his body, making him curse under his breath. "Damn."
Chapter 4
Julian Lancaster Catherine Fairchild knew who Julian Lancaster was. As a member of the Student Council at Northgate University, she often saw him at ceremonies, working alongside Headmaster Reginald. His deep, magnetic voice always caught the attention of students, and whenever Catherine saw his cool, distant figure on stage, a shiver of excitement would run down her spine. One early morning, Catherine bumped into Julian again, her face flushing with the memory of the previous day. She had gone back to the basketball court to retrieve some clothes she'd left behind and had found herself face-to-face with him. The thought of that encounter made her blush even more fiercely. Did he see everything? She covered her burning face with her hands, mortified. She remembered nearly being undressed in front of Julian Lancaster. Her cheeks flamed redder. She bit her lower lip—a habit whenever she felt nervous. "Julian Lancaster...he probably doesn't recognize me, right?" Julian's thoughts drifted back to Catherine Fairchild after watching the freshman welcome event rehearsal. As the Head Boy of the Student Council, Julian always attended the first rehearsal to offer feedback. He sat in the front row, patiently watching each performance. Known for his cold demeanor, his fellow council members understood his distant nature. With sharp eyebrows and eyes that often reflected a chill, the gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose softened his otherwise stern appearance. Some girls in the audience whispered about him, but Julian was someone who disliked trouble. Occasionally, he exchanged a few words with nearby coordinators, his presence deterring anyone from approaching. When Catherine stepped onto the stage, Julian's interest was piqued. His finger tapped lightly over her name on the program list. "Street Dance—Catherine Fairchild." He looked up. The stage lights dimmed, reminiscent of that fateful night at the basketball court. Catherine wore a simple white tight-fitting t-shirt that clung to every curve of her body, paired with white shorts that hugged her hips. Her porcelain arms twirled elegantly, snapping her fingers to the beat, focusing Julian's attention completely. His dark eyes gazed at her unadorned face, now highlighted with bold red lipstick. Julian felt his throat tighten as he watched her. The contrast of her dark hair against her fair skin as Catherine's shirt rode up, revealing a sliver of smooth, white waist, made Julian's muscles tense. He crossed his legs, his immaculate suit straining against his knee, and his finger slid over the program's page. The performance ended, and everyone clapped, although Julian's applause was casual, his eyes never leaving Catherine, who stared back at him, her face flushed. In the reflection of his glasses, a flicker of recognition crossed his eyes for the briefest moment as he softly murmured, "Catherine Fairchild." Catherine felt an unknown tension in her body as she glanced up into Julian's dark eyes through his glasses. "Not bad," he whispered, his voice low and husky. Backstage, Julian had already loosened the top buttons of his shirt, unfastened his belt, and undone his zipper. He removed his glasses, his seductive eyes reflecting raw desire as he pulled Catherine towards him. His need and dominance were palpable. His voice, rough and commanding, penetrated her core. "Good girl, take it in deeper."
Chapter 5
Soft Cranberry Lips Catherine Fairchild's lipstick was smeared, her wet lips clinging around Julian Lancaster's dark and throbbing desire. The young girl was obedient and compliant, taking him deeper into her mouth. Her instinct was to tighten her throat as his head brushed against her warm, wet palate. Catherine's tongue began to caress the shaft, her small, warm hand stroking the part of him that remained outside. Julian's coarse need was being teased, a simmering pleasure starting from his tailbone, forcing him to brace against the wall with his free hand. Slowly and meticulously, she licked every inch, her tongue tracing the ridges and veins, circling around his head. Catherine's hand gently massaged up and down his shaft, squeezing and rubbing the tight skin over the base. Her tender tongue teased the sensitive tip. Julian groaned, a wave of ecstasy mixed with an urgent need crashed through his senses. "Damn, you're good at this." His desire swelled within her, threatening to spill over as he struggled to contain his moans, breaking his usual stoic demeanor. Julian withdrew from her mouth, slick with saliva, and pulled her up roughly. His palm, hot and firm, locked around her waist, pressing her petite body into his. Blushing fiercely, a dribble of saliva trickled down from her smeared lips, landing on her prominent collarbone. With a soft exhale, Julian licked it off, his hand sliding down her back. His touch reached her firm rear, gripping and kneading it. It was tight and impossible to grasp fully. She had swayed and teased all day, driving him insane. "It hurts…" Julian lifted his head, his dark eyes meeting hers. Her lips, smeared with his color, were slightly pouted, and her large, tear-filled eyes looked at him pitifully. A deep, amused chuckle rumbled from his chest, "Where does it hurt?" He leaned closer, tasting the remains of her lipstick, releasing a satisfied sigh, "So sweet." Julian's hand moved tenderly over her waist. His large palm could engulf her entire backside, squeezing and guiding her rhythmically, grinding her against the iron heat underneath his pants. His hands moved, sliding inside her panties, his fingers brushed over the wet softness. A hoarse voice, filled with satisfaction, commented, "You're so wet." His lips pressed against hers, a finger gently pried apart her folds, playing with her dampness before finding and pressing against her sensitive bud. "Ah…" An uncontrollable moan escaped her, her body reacting to him. Julian's swollen desire ached, dripping with anticipation. The obscene scent ignited both their senses. Julian forcefully covered her mouth with his, his tongue exploring wildly as his fingers circled her bud, making it even wetter. His other hand pulled down her tight shirt, slipping into her bra to squeeze her swollen breast, his lips tracing her delicate earlobe. "Why so much…?" his voice, husky and heated, threatened to burn her ear. Her legs clamped around his hand and fingers while his swollen need twitched, eager. Her wet heat only intensified their feverish passion. Julian groaned, biting her reddened earlobe, his fingers playing at her entrance, teasing and pushing, as his thick shaft pulsed with the need to plunge deep. At dawn, Julian Lancaster opened his eyes, still feeling the residual heat of their passion. Clicking his tongue, he brushed aside his messy hair and got out of bed. Lighting a cigarette, he leaned against the wall, taking a drag, the smoke filling his mouth before he exhaled. Earlier, Catherine had flushed and bit her lip just from a glance while dancing at the Great Hall, tightening something deep inside him. Just moments ago, in the backstage, dressed in her performance outfit with lipstick on, she had knelt beneath him, taking him in her mouth. "Ha, Catherine Fairchild," he murmured with a glint of mischief in his eyes, taking another drag before putting out the cigarette. Walking into the Bathing Chamber, the steam rose as hot water cascaded over his firm shoulders, back, and abs. Julian felt the droplets fall on his now hardening need. His deep gaze landed on his excited member, his lips parting as water dripped from his nose to his mouth. Hot water ran over him, making his entire shaft wet. In his mind, he could see her soft, crimson lips opening, engulfing him, and the vivid image made his temple throb as he adjusted the water temperature.
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