The Campus Guard

"Mr. Ziegler, I'll let you play with my body as long as you let me leave the campus."

In the security office of the college, Lucy Brown, a sexy college student, sits on my lap while pleading to me to open the gate for her.

I want to turn her down. After all, the campus' rules state that students aren't allowed to leave the grounds after 10:00 pm.

But to my shock, Lucy takes off my pants instantly and sits on top of me.

My name was Declan Ziegler. I worked as a gatekeeper and security guard at a junior college. I ate, slept, and spent all my time on campus, with hardly a chance to go home and be intimate with my wife.

It had been so long without any real release that the strain built up day after day.

Late at night, when everything was quiet, it felt as if a restless heat would burn inside me, stirring up inappropriate thoughts that wouldn't settle.

The hours for campus security were long, and there was no outlet for the stress. I didn't know how anyone was supposed to put up with it.

On top of that, the campus was full of energetic, good-looking young people.

Most of the female students were only around 18. They dressed lightly in the warm weather—low-cut shirts and shorts. Their youthful skin was enticing to look at.

All of that only made my already restless mind feel even more on edge. My thoughts took me to inappropriate scenarios, like fooling around with female students.

Sometimes, when I passed by the grove, where couples liked to gather, and heard soft moans drifting through the trees, I felt an uneasy pull in my core.

Now and then, I caught myself wishing a young woman would stand before me, crying with complaints that she didn't have a boyfriend and that she desperately needed my help to relieve her and her needs.

One night, it was my turn to do the patrol. At that hour, there were usually hardly any students left, aside from a few couples sneaking around in the dark.

As I headed toward the grove, my thoughts wandered again. Maybe I would run into a few female students who happened to be undressed…

The idea stirred a strange kind of excitement in me, and it only made me want to try my luck even more.

As I got close, I suddenly heard a sharp cry from inside. "No… Please, don't…"

It was a woman's voice, and it sounded like she was being assaulted.

Without hesitation, I gripped my flashlight and rushed in, shining the beam toward the two. There, all I saw was a woman riding a man, full of passion.

This clearly was consensual.

She was also naked, and I saw every part of her body. Blood rushed to my face.

Still, the sudden light caught her off guard. She quickly covered herself, grumbling, "At least hide better if you're going to be a voyeur. Why are you flashing at me with your torch?"

I didn't know whether to laugh or feel awkward. She had clearly taken me for some kind of Peeping Tom.

Swiftly, I lowered the flashlight and explained, "No, no. I was on patrol. I heard you screaming and thought something had happened."

She rolled her eyes at me. "I can tell you've never tried anything this exciting, Mr. Ziegler. We're role-playing. Get it?"

I had no idea what she meant by that. Indeed, I had never tried anything this risky.

That said, they both seemed completely into it, especially the guy lying there. He looked utterly content. Young people truly did live these days differently. Honestly, I felt a little envious.

"Alright. Well, just be careful," I muttered at last, somewhat speechless. "You wouldn't want to get pregnant."

It was the only advice I could think of to give. Then, I turned and left the grove, continuing my patrol. After making another round and finding nothing unusual, I returned to the security room.

My mind couldn't help but drift back to that couple and relive that earlier surge of jealousy. The woman had such a beautiful figure. Her breasts were bouncing so freely that I almost wanted to grab them.

The more I let my thoughts wander, the emptier I felt. Sometimes, the cruelest thing was being in a sea of possibilities and, still, not one was mine.