It didn’t even seem like the subject David used to love so much—at least not when it was taught by one of the strictest professors at the college, William. His rigidity and traditionalism weren’t just irritating; they were also demotivating. Slumped in his chair, he nervously twirled his pen between his fingers while keeping his eyes fixed on the professor, trying to appear attentive.
It was crucial not to give the teacher any reason to call him out for disinterest or, worse yet, file a complaint with the administration. A complaint like that could jeopardize his scholarship, and David wasn’t willing to take that risk.
For a moment, David’s gaze alternated between the withdrawn figure near William’s desk and the monotonous lecture continuing in front of him. But soon his eyes settled firmly on the girl — Eleonora. He guessed that was her name, as he had heard William call her during a moment of distraction.
Not that David was a role model, but he remembered being much more energetic as a child. Eleonora, on the other hand, was like a statue, motionless and silent, almost as if she were trying to blend into the environment to avoid being noticed. Her movements were minimal, limited to subtle signs of boredom and restlessness: her delicate fingers played with a rosary hanging from her neck, the beads sliding slowly between her fingers. Every now and then, she adjusted her position in her seat, as if the chair were uncomfortable, or cast discreet glances around the room, as if searching for something — or someone — to break the monotony of the place.
David observed every detail. Her small, soft hands, her hunched posture as if trying to make herself even smaller, and her eyes, which for a moment seemed to meet his. There was something about that girl that intrigued him, a mix of fragility and quietness that contrasted with the contained energy he sensed in her.
The bell rang, bringing immediate relief to many in the room, who quickly began packing their materials and standing up, eager to escape the oppressive environment. David should have done the same — it was what he always did after class, after all. But this time, he deliberately took his time packing his things, as if each movement were calculated to buy a few extra seconds. His eyes, however, remained fixed on Eleonora.
The girl reacted to the sound of the bell with a small, almost imperceptible jump, as if she had been startled by something she had been expecting. Her eyes immediately sought her father’s gaze, looking for reassurance in William’s stern figure.
It was then that William’s gaze met David’s. The professor’s scowl was enough to snap the young man out of his reverie, like a bucket of cold water bringing him back to reality. David did his best to disguise it, quickly averting his eyes to a random spot in the room — a stain on the ceiling, a misaligned chair — before finally focusing on his materials. With hurried movements, he stuffed the last notebooks into his backpack and stood up, scratching the back of his neck nervously.
With his head down, David followed the flow of students who hadn’t yet left the room, blending into the crowd heading to the break. But no matter how hard he tried to focus on the path, his mind was still there, in that room, with that girl in the white dress.
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ
In the modern, well-lit library, David found Eleonora isolated at a table near the floor-to-ceiling windows. Natural light flooded the space, highlighting the light wooden shelves meticulously organized into sections. Oval tables with comfortable chairs were scattered throughout the room, some occupied by students absorbed in their studies. The exposed ceiling structure and ventilation pipes gave the place an industrial feel, while the light brown carpet underfoot muffled footsteps, creating a quiet and inviting atmosphere.
Eleonora was sitting alone, with a small stack of books beside her. She was carefully flipping through one of them, but her expression betrayed her confusion. William was nowhere to be seen, and David felt a mix of relief and guilt as he realized she was vulnerable. "What the hell kind of luck," he thought as he slowly approached.
She had chosen a book she thought was childish — something about basic mechanics — but it was obvious she wouldn’t find anything suitable for her age in a college library full of technical and academic books. The scene was almost comical, if not a little sad. Eleonora looked like a child lost in an adult world, and David couldn’t decide whether he wanted to laugh, protect her, or simply give in to his desires and be the cause of her trauma for… years.
Was he bad for thinking of her as a relief from boredom? As a means of satisfying your desires as a twenty-two year old man? He knew the answer was yes, but the temptation was strong. David stopped a few steps away, watching her for a moment before finally approaching.
— I… just think this book isn’t of interest to you, little one — David said, trying to keep his voice calm and casual, as if there was nothing wrong with being there, offering help to a girl who clearly didn’t belong in that place.
Eleonora looked up, surprised and slightly frightened. She didn’t say anything — what could she say to a man much older than her? Her fingers tightened around the rosary, as if the small object could protect her from something she didn’t even understand.
— There’s not much here for kids — he continued, trying to sound kind as he sat down beside her. Discreetly, he pulled his phone out of his bag, holding it for a moment before showing it to her. — But maybe I can show you something interesting.
Eleonora’s eyes lit up at the sight of the device. She rarely had access to screens; only on very good days, when her father was in an exceptionally good mood, would he allow her to use his old phone to browse simple games or read PDFs of children’s books. The modern device in David’s hands seemed like a portal to a new world full of possibilities.
David extended the phone toward her but pulled it back at the last moment, just as her small hand moved to take it. — Eleonora, that’s your name, right? — he asked, with a smile that tried to be reassuring but carried a hint of mischief.
The girl nodded eagerly, and God, it was adorable. There was a purity in her expression that almost made David feel guilty for being there — almost.
— I’m David, and… — He didn’t finish the sentence, just discreetly pointed to the stern librarian who was watching the room with suspicious eyes. Did all the staff here seem unhappy? — I want to help you, but a suspension wouldn’t be good for me. So, if you follow me, I’ll take you to a place where you can play with my phone freely.
Eleonora hesitated for a moment, her eyes blinking rapidly as she weighed the offer. Finally, she nodded, a small and almost imperceptible gesture, but enough for David to stand up and guide her out of the library, his heart beating faster than he’d like to admit.
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ
The abandoned classroom David led her to was an almost empty space, lit only by the sunlight streaming through the dirty windows. Broken desks were scattered across the floor, and a cracked blackboard still displayed remnants of old equations written in chalk. The environment was simple and functional, a stark contrast to the modern classrooms Eleonora had seen before, filled with technology and bold design.
On the floor, there were signs that the place was frequented by other students — or perhaps by people who shouldn’t have been there. Extinguished cigarettes, crushed beer cans, and, in one corner, an empty condom wrapper. Eleonora didn’t know what it meant, but the air of abandonment and isolation in the place made her glance back toward the exit door, as if questioning whether she should really be there.
David, however, was quick to hand her the phone again, already with a generic game open on the screen — something with the name “Games for Girls.” He leaned against an abandoned desk, crossing his arms and watching her.
— Here, you can play as much as you want — he said, trying to sound casual, as if this were a perfectly normal place for a nine-year-old. — No one will bother you.
Eleonora looked at the phone, then at David, and finally at the door again. There was hesitation in her eyes, but curiosity about the device won out. She sat on the floor, leaning her back against one of the broken desks, and began exploring the game with eager fingers, while David watched from a distance.
David didn’t know how much time he had before William started looking for Eleonora, but he also knew he couldn’t rush things. Every minute was precious, and he needed to stay calm — or at least pretend to. With quick movements, he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his backpack, took one out, and lit it with a cheap lighter that trembled slightly in his hands.
The first drag brought an immediate, albeit fleeting, sense of relief. David closed his eyes for a moment, letting the smoke fill his lungs before exhaling slowly, as if he could expel the anxiety consuming him along with it. He needed that cigarette to calm his racing heart, to align his thoughts, and to help him figure out exactly how to handle her.
Eleonora was there, sitting on the floor, absorbed in the phone game, completely oblivious to the decaying environment around her. David watched her for a moment, his eyes tracing the white dress that contrasted with the dirt on the floor, the small, agile hands tapping the screen, the dark brown hair falling over her face as she leaned forward.
Finally, after finishing his cigarette, David crushed the butt on the floor with his foot and walked over to Eleonora. He knelt beside her, gently taking the phone from her small hands. She didn’t resist the gesture, her submissive and well-behaved nature keeping her quiet, though her eyes blinked rapidly, as if questioning what would come next.
— Come on, little one — David said, his voice soft, trying to mask the tension he felt. He lifted her carefully, his hands firm but gentle, holding her by her narrow shoulders before placing her on one of the abandoned desks. The height of the desk made her gaze meet his, and David couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at the surprised squeak she let out when he lifted her.
— Don’t be scared — he said, still with a smile on his lips, as he adjusted Eleonora’s white dress, which had wrinkled slightly. — I just want to talk a little. Did you like the game?
Eleonora nodded, her fingers playing with the hem of her dress as she avoided looking directly at him.
He leaned in slightly, placing his hands on the table on either side of her, creating an intimate space that made her shrink back a little. Eleonora froze, her eyes wide, unsure of how to react. David caught the faint scent of her hair, a mix of children's shampoo and something else he couldn’t quite define — something that was uniquely hers.
His nose brushed lightly against her neck, and he felt the shiver that ran through her body. Eleonora let out a small whimper, a sound so faint it was almost imperceptible, but it made David hesitate for a brief moment. However, the hesitation didn’t last long. He started with simple, exploratory kisses, as if testing the boundaries of the situation.
The kisses were light at first, almost innocent, but they soon became faster, more insistent. They wandered from her neck to her jaw, then to her cheek, until they finally found her lips. Eleonora didn’t resist, but she didn’t respond either — she was paralyzed, as if she didn’t know what was happening or how she should react.
David knew he should stop. He knew this was wrong, that he was crossing a line that should never have been crossed. But the temptation was too strong, and the feeling of power, of control, was intoxicating. He pulled away for a moment, looking at her, trying to read in her eyes what she was feeling. But Eleonora just looked back at him, confused, scared, and yet… curious.
David leaned in to kiss her again, but Eleonora pulled back, her eyes searching for answers in what they were doing. She seemed confused, almost lost, as if trying to understand what this meant and why it was happening.
— What… what are we doing? — she asked, her voice soft and hesitant, laced with an innocence that almost made David hesitate.
He wondered, for a brief moment, how much Eleonora knew about sex education. Did she understand what was happening? Did she know what those kisses, those touches, meant? But instead of answering, he chose to ignore the question. His hand found the back of her neck, holding her with a gentle but undeniable firmness, preventing her from pulling away.
— Just relax — he murmured, his voice a hoarse whisper that contrasted with the sweetness of the words.
And then he kissed her again, this time with more intensity. His lips pressed against hers, exploring, demanding a response that Eleonora didn’t know how to give. She froze for a moment, her fingers gripping her dress tightly, but soon her body began to yield, not out of desire, but out of an almost instinctive submission.
David felt the victory, even if momentary, and it only made him want more. His tongue lightly brushed her lips, testing the limits, while his hands continued to explore, to touch, to possess.
David stopped the kiss, his lips slowly pulling away from hers as if reluctant to interrupt the moment. He looked at Eleonora, his eyes scanning her face for any sign of resistance, but found only confusion and an almost docile submission. His hand, still holding the hem of her dress, began to lift it slowly, revealing the fragile and delicate body of the girl.
The dress rose, exposing her flat chest and small, pink, immaculate nipples. They were beautiful, perfect, and David felt an intense desire to spend hours exploring every inch of that smooth skin. But he knew that excessive stimulation would only unnecessarily frighten her. Eleonora was already tense, her emerald-green eyes blinking rapidly, as if trying to understand what was happening.
His fingers descended slowly, moving over the girl’s flat stomach until they reached the edge of her panties. Eleonora finally seemed alarmed, her body tensing slightly, as if trying to pull away, but David was already prepared. He held her firmly, his hands preventing any movement of escape.
—It’s okay, little one — he said, with a voice that tried to sound reassuring but carried an undeniable authority. — I’m not going to hurt you.
Eleonora didn’t respond, her lips trembling slightly, but she stopped struggling, as if she had accepted that there was no escape. David seized the opportunity, his hands moving with a determination that contrasted with the delicacy of the girl’s body. He pulled her panties down, removing them completely, and there was his "gift": the sweet, pink, and developing intimacy of Eleonora.
It was small, immaculate, with a softness that only a child could have. The smaller lips were delicate, almost translucent, and the pink bud at the center seemed so fragile that David almost hesitated to touch it. There was a purity there, an innocence that he knew he was about to violate, but which, paradoxically, only increased his desire.
— Damn… — he cursed under his breath, his voice hoarse and laden with a mix of admiration and guilt.
His hands, now trembling, reached for Eleonora’s ballet flats, removing them with quick but careful movements. He didn’t want to hurt her, at least not more than necessary. Then he held her thin, smooth legs, pulling them up and wrapping them around his waist. Eleonora let out a small moan, a sound that made David feel even more intoxicated, but he ignored it, focusing on what was to come.
David hurriedly unbuckled his belt, the sound of leather sliding through the loops echoing in the silence of the abandoned classroom. Eleonora looked at him with a mix of curiosity and fear, her emerald-green eyes blinking rapidly, as if trying to understand what was happening. The lack of answers, despite her submissive nature, was beginning to raise doubts and a growing fear within her.
— David… — she called, her voice soft and hesitant, almost a whisper.
He paused his movements for a moment, his gaze meeting hers. With a sigh, he gathered his patience, trying to find the right words to calm her.
— It’s going to be okay, I… — David hesitated, searching for the best way to explain something he knew she couldn’t fully understand. — It’s like a game, but for adults. When it’s over, I promise I’ll let you play with my phone as much as you want.
Eleonora looked at him, her lips trembling slightly, as if trying to process what he was saying.
— But… I think Daddy’s looking for me — she said, her voice laced with an innocence that almost made David hesitate again.
— I’ll take you to him, but like I said, when we’re done… — he replied, trying to keep his voice calm and reassuring. — You’re a brave girl, aren’t you?
Eleonora hesitated for a moment, her eyes fixed on him, before slowly nodding.
— Yeah, that’s it, good girl — he said, with a smile that tried to be reassuring but carried a hint of something more. — I know it’s… You know when you go to the hospital to get a shot? It’s just a little pinch, and then it’s over. That’s how it’s going to be.
Eleonora didn’t respond, but her body seemed a little less tense, as if his words had managed to calm her, even if just a little. David seized the moment, his movements now slower and more careful, trying to prepare her for what was to come.
David removed the belt completely, the sound of metal sliding through the hooks echoing in the silent room. He lifted Eleonora’s face with a gentle but firm hand, forcing her to look at him. Letting her see his erection at that moment would only bring more questions, more confusion, and he wasn’t willing to deal with that.
— Hey, look at me, okay? — he said, his voice soft but carrying an authority that left no room for disobedience.
Eleonora obeyed, her emerald-green eyes meeting his, filled with a mix of confusion and fear. She didn’t fully understand what was happening, but something in that gaze, in that voice, made her feel even more vulnerable.
David swallowed hard, trying to stay calm as he carefully positioned himself. He knew what he was about to do would be painful for her, but the temptation was too strong to resist. Slowly, he began to penetrate her, his movements as gentle as possible, trying to minimize the discomfort.
Eleonora let out a small moan, a sound that mixed pain and surprise, followed by a tearful whimper as her hymen was torn. Her small hands gripped the table tightly, her fingers pale and trembling, as tears began to stream from her emerald-green eyes. Her gaze met David’s, filled with anguished confusion, as if she were wondering why she had to go through this.
— I know, I know — David murmured, his voice soft but laden with a tension he couldn’t disguise. — It’s just a little pinch, little one. It’ll pass.
He tried to calm her, his fingers intertwining with hers as he continued to move forward slowly, trying to minimize the discomfort. But despite his reassuring words, he knew this was more than just a “little pinch.” He knew he was causing pain, that he was violating an innocence that should never have been touched.
When David finally reached the end, feeling the tight, warm walls of Eleonora enveloping him completely, he paused for a brief moment, allowing her to adjust. It was a small gesture, almost insignificant, but the most he could do in that situation. They didn’t have time, after all, and he knew every second was precious.
— Breathe… — he murmured, his voice soft but laden with a tension he couldn’t disguise.
Eleonora tried to obey, her lips trembling slightly, but the whimpers didn’t stop. They only grew louder as David began to move, his thrusts slow at first but soon becoming firmer, more insistent. Each movement made her let out a small moan, a sound that mixed pain and surprise, as her small hands gripped the table tightly, her fingers pale and trembling.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed from outside the room, and David’s heart raced instantly. Eleonora’s moans, which now mixed pain and anguished confusion, weren’t helping. She stammered fragmented words, begging for the sensations to stop, but David couldn’t oblige — not now.
— Shhh, quiet — he whispered, his voice a soft but firm command.
He stopped moving, his body tense, and lifted Eleonora off the table with a quick but careful motion. His cock was still buried deep inside her, and he felt a shiver run down his spine as he felt the girl’s warm, trembling body against his. He adjusted her position in his arms, holding her firmly, while her little face hid in the crook of his neck, muffling her whimpers and moans.
— Don’t make a sound — he murmured, his lips close to her ear, as he tried to control his own breathing.
Eleonora didn’t respond, but her fingers clung to him with surprising strength, as if he were her only anchor in that moment of chaos. David remained still, listening intently to the approaching footsteps, each beat of his heart seeming to echo in the silent room.
He knew that if they were discovered, there would be no possible explanation. There would be no justification for what he was doing. But for now, all he could do was hold Eleonora tighter, hoping the footsteps would pass and that he could continue what he had started.
It was only minutes, but it felt like an eternity. Each passing second increased the tension in the air, and all David wanted to do was move again, to feel that sensation that consumed him completely. He knew he couldn’t take much longer — it was already risky enough to be there for so long.
As soon as the footsteps faded and silence returned to the hallway, David didn’t hesitate. He began to move again, his thrusts faster and more determined now, driven by the urgency to finish before someone else appeared. Eleonora let out a small moan, muffled against his neck, while her little hands clung tighter to his back.
— Almost there — he murmured, his voice hoarse and laden with a tension he couldn’t disguise.
He knew he was being selfish, prioritizing his own pleasure over her comfort, but the sensation was too intoxicating to resist. His movements became more intense, more insistent, as he tried to ignore Eleonora’s soft whimpers and the weight of guilt that began to form in the back of his mind.
— Just a little more — he whispered, more to himself than to her, as if trying to justify what he was doing.
And then, finally, he reached his limit. One last, deeper thrust, and he felt the warmth spread through his body, followed by a wave of relief and guilt that made him pause for a moment, holding Eleonora firmly as he tried to catch his breath.
Eleonora whimpered as David’s softened cock slipped out, a soft, trembling sound that echoed in the silent room. David sighed, a mix of relief and guilt washing over him as he stepped back to assess her state.
Her skin was flushed, her face marked by tears that still streamed silently from her emerald-green eyes. Her lips, once pink and full, were now slightly swollen and trembling with repressed emotion.
David looked at her exposed and vulnerable pussy. The area was stained with blood, a clear sign of what had happened, and the semen dripped slowly, mixing with the bright red.
David glanced at his watch and quickly calculated: he had exactly six minutes to make Eleonora presentable again and, somehow, try to recover her emotionally. His heart raced, not just from the adrenaline of what had happened, but also from the pressure of time. He knew William could appear at any moment, and the last thing he needed was to be caught in a situation like that.
David approached Eleonora, hoping—perhaps even wishing—that she would pull away. That her eyes, still glistening with tears, would fill with fear, hatred, or disgust. He deserved that. But to his surprise, she didn’t retreat.
On the contrary.
With those slender, delicate arms, she reached out toward him, as if clinging to him was her only anchor against the chaos surrounding her. Her emerald-green eyes, still shimmering with tears, held a silent plea, an almost desperate need for comfort.
— David… — her voice came out in a fragile, trembling whisper.
His chest tightened. He hadn’t expected this. After everything, after what he had done—or failed to do—how could she still see him as a source of protection? How could she seek solace in his hands of all places?
But before he could delve deeper into his own guilt, before he could rationalize what he should do, his body had already made the decision for him. With an automatic, instinctive gesture, he pulled her close, wrapping her in an embrace that tried to be comforting but was heavy, weighed down by his own anguish.
— It’s okay… It’s over… — he murmured, his voice sounding more like a prayer than a certainty.
Eleonora clung to him tightly, her small fingers gripping his shirt as if he might vanish at any moment. Her face found refuge in the curve of his neck, and the warm tears dampening his shoulder were silent, resigned—a cry that didn’t expect to be heard, only endured.
David closed his eyes and buried his face in her hair, breathing in the sweet, childlike scent that contrasted cruelly with the weight of the moment. He wanted to believe the words he had spoken. He wanted to believe that everything was okay.
But nothing was.
And for Eleonora, it was far from over.
