"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.

Just then, I heard a faint rustling outside. I stepped out at once to check. There, by the wall, a guy was trying to climb over, clearly intending to slip out.

I raised my flashlight and shone it on him, calling out sharply, "Hey, what do you think you're doing? Campus rules state that no one is allowed to leave at night!"

The guy turned around, startled, and in the beam of light, I finally saw his face. It was the same dude I had just run into in the grove. What was he doing, trying to sneak out at this hour?

He stammered, "S-Sir, I'm not a student here. Just let me go, alright?"

That caught me off guard. I frowned, puzzled. "I just saw you in the grove earlier. Now, you're saying you're not a student here. Why should I believe that?"

He looked like he was on the verge of tears. He pleaded repeatedly, "I'm telling the truth, sir! I really don't go here! I just came to meet a chick, that's all! If you want, I can introduce you—"

"Alright, cut it out! What a load of nonsense!" I said, keeping a straight face. "This is a campus, not some kind of brothel! Please watch your language!"

Deep inside, excitement had begun to bubble. The image of that female student from earlier flashed through my mind. I had heard rumors about people coming and going here for all kinds of reasons.

Could I really have hit the jackpot and run into something like that tonight?

The guy quickly pulled out his ID and held it up for me to see. "Look, I'm 25. I've already graduated. I'm not an active student here. If you let me go, I'll pass her contact info to you."

When he mentioned the female student, his tone shifted, growing more animated.

His hands moved as he tried to explain, as though eager to convince me. "Her rack was to die for—oh my gosh. I could barely hold them with my hands."

He went on and on, describing it in vivid detail, even smacking his lips as if he were reliving the moment.

The way he talked stirred something restless in me. I was already on edge, and he was only making things worse for me.

"Is what you said true?" I asked before I could stop myself.

He thumped his chest. "Of course! I've got the transfer record right here."

He pulled out his phone and showed me a payment of 1000 dollars. By then, I believed most of what he had said.

"Fine. I'll let you off this time," I said, waving my hand. "But don't let me catch you again."

The guy thanked me profusely, then quickly climbed over the wall and disappeared into the night. Afterward, I went back to the security room and sat down.

Somehow, his words kept echoing in my mind, leaving me fidgety.

Frankly, I wanted to do it once with a college student. That way, I wouldn't have any regrets left in life. However, the cost alone made me hesitate.

I only earned about 3000 dollars a month as a guard, and I still had to send some money home. There was barely anything left to save, let alone spend like that.

For the next few days, I couldn't settle down. My mind kept circling back to that night. Whenever I saw someone dressed rather boldly, I found myself assuming they were in shady businesses.

At work, I became stricter, too, keeping a close eye on anyone coming in from outside and stopping anyone who seemed suspicious. After a while, some of the ladies on campus became impatient.

One night, I was on duty as usual, sitting in the security room and watching videos of pretty women, when someone knocked on the window.

I stood up to look, and it was the same female student I had seen in the grove—Ms. Bombshell.

She was dressed up more than usual. Her tight dress was barely covering her butt. Her legs were wrapped in seductive pantyhose. For a moment, I didn't know what to say.

What was she doing, knocking on my window so late at night?

Through the window, she called out, "Mr. Ziegler, I need your help."

"What is it at this hour?" I asked.

She stepped inside the room, walking over with a casual gait, then stopped close by. Resting her hands lightly on my shoulders, she said softly, "Could you let me out tonight? Just this once, hm?"

I sat in my chair, and behind me, Ms. Bombshell leaned in. She leaned close enough that I could feel her softness against me. A faint, sweet scent drifted over, mixed with her perfume. In an instant, I was entranced.

That said, I forced myself to stay composed and said as steadily as I could, "It's a rule that students aren't allowed to leave campus at night. You're putting me in a tough spot."

She softened her voice, and her hand wandered across my chest. "Please, Mr. Ziegler. Tonight is really important to me. I must head out, just this once."

Her persistence made it harder to stay focused. Soon, my body reacted embarrassingly. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to resist temptation.

"No, I can't… Rules are rules. There's nothing I can do about it."

Instead of backing off, Ms. Bombshell turned me around and nudged her chest toward my face. All I felt was a pillow of softness. Her clothes were thin, and the cut was low.

With just a nudge, I could almost feel her cushiony skin against mine. Oh, how soft.

I couldn't believe it. An 18-year-old chick was flirting with me even though I was older. Not to mention, she was extremely hot. I had never gotten so close with such an ethereal being.

Just a few days ago, I had only seen Ms. Bombshell from afar and found myself thinking about her more than I should have. Never in my wildest dreams would I foresee her standing here in front of me. I didn't think I would be here enjoying her touch.

Her hand dove beneath my uniform and wandered across my upper chest. What a thrilling sensation. My body began trembling involuntarily.

"Mr. Ziegler, if you let me out tonight," she whispered sensually into my ear, "I can make it worth your while."

Her words made my mind short-circuit for a moment. It wasn't even a subtle hint anymore. She was inviting me.

I sat frozen in my chair, too stunned by her flirtatious antics. An otherworldly sensation blasted through my veins, like a million ants crawling underneath my skin, begging for a release.

My breathing was uneven, and I continued to sit still in my chair, speechless.

Part of me was tempted by the bombshell before me, but another part kept reminding me of the rules and consequences from the higher-ups.

I was caught between the two, unsure of the choice I ought to make. One side felt like a rare opportunity, the other like responsibility. I just couldn't disobey my superior.

Suddenly, Ms. Bombshell's hand slid from my shirt down to my groin. "Look, it's so hard already. Are you sure you can hold back, Mr. Ziegler?"

I had to admit, she really knew how to push my limits. She used a finger to draw circles on my tip. She was calculated, doing just enough to unsettle me, then pulling back at the last moment.

It was the kind of psychological pressure I had never experienced before. Each time I was reaching a new high, I was left hanging. Never in my life had I met a woman like this.

After a persistent round of teasing, my body was being pushed to its limits. Whenever it got hard, she stopped. It was an awful feeling.

I could barely speak without gritting my teeth. "Stop messing with me… I'm just a security guard. If my superior finds out, I could lose my job."

Ms. Bombshell chuckled. She wrapped her hand around my manhood through my pants, gently squeezing it. "Think about it, Mr. Ziegler. Do you want me to give you a hand, or would you rather keep your boring job?"

Her hand was small, but her grip was frightening. I found myself slowly melting away in her grasp.

By then, I was completely overwhelmed. I threw my head back. Gasps and low moans escaped my lips. "Just stop… I can't handle this anymore…"

Yet all that did was make her go even faster. "Just admit you want this. It's not always good to hold back, you know? I mean, I'm pretty sure you've been thinking about this ever since the night in the grove, right?"

Her bold words made me feel both embarrassed and strangely relieved at the same time. There was no point pretending anymore. Since she knew what I wanted, resisting felt meaningless.

After a long fight with myself, I said, "Okay… I want you."

Without any hesitation, Ms. Bombshell unbuckled my pants. My manhood sprang out in that instant, making its debut before her eyes.

She gently held it and gave me a compliment. "Wow. It's bigger than I expected."

With that, she bent down and parted her lips…