Not sure if the shirt was left out for her to wear or if he was laying it out for himself, but she thought it might be a sexy sight to be lounging on his bed in nothing but his shirt. Her towel drops to the floor, nipples hardening almost instantly as the cooler air washes over her naked flesh. Despite that Nijima is well built, Anna's chest fills the shirt to capacity. She pulls it down to barely cover the rest of the curves with long legs immerging out to the floor.

Grabbing the remote, Anna hops on the single bed against the wall and propps herself up with his pillows. Twisting her legs this way and that to strike the perfect pose, still tugging the jersey to keep some parts secret and hidden for now. Then the TV pops on with a mild volume, not blairing like she expected. She flips through the channels, but nothing holds her attention like the running water in the other room, waiting for it to stop.

The door is ajar to the closet, and she sees it again out of the corner of her eye. She tried to ignore it. She thought of just closing it, or, she could take a peak... She gets up off the bed and slowly, almost tip toeing over as if not to disturb anyone, and rests her hand on the door knob, "Hmmm..".

Decked out in the shirt and nothing else she thumbs through the channels with the remote and sees that there is nothing that catches her fancy though try as she might she could not quite ignore the closet and creeps to it.

When she gets there she notices nothing more than an ordinary closet – eh? There was something white there against the wall partially concealed by the jackets that hang in black here. Moving the jackets aside surprises her in that the whole wall is plastered with newspaper clippings that are taped to the wall.

Missing girl found dead.

Prom Queen's decapitated remains found behind Stanton University ...

By the looks of it all the women appeared to be in their late teens or early twenties, had been blonds and both raped and murdered, the decapitation being found in each incident … that and it appeared that Stanton University was a dumping ground or areas near the university.

“Breaking news. This just in, the body of Cynthia Higgins, daughter of Arnold Higgins of the Higgins Corporation was discovered in a shed at Stanton University and police are not closer to naming any suspects at this time -”

The news anchor cut in on the television. Stanton … they were there … Cynthia Higgins … this Arnold Higgins was the next big thing since Bill Gates to the computer world though the water in the bathroom had been cutting out at this time ...

Her throat was dry. Her eyes constantly moving across the news clippings. Her body became rigid, her fingers gripping tightly to the bottom of his shirt... His shirt, the only clothes she was wearing, but suddenly it became almost nonexistant as she felt so vulnerable. "No", she thought. "This must have just been here when he moved in. Or, maybe it's for a class assignment", she pondered hearing the water shut off.

"MOVE FEET!!!!", her brain was screaming. "GET BACK TO THE BED. YOU SAW NOTHING", but she was petrified. She didn't dare remain standing there regardless of what this was.

Finally her arm moved at least, letting loose of the silken jersy to move the jackets back into place, and then quickly trying to pull one off the hanger as if her initial intent was to put it on. Taking a step back with jacket in hand she turns.

Nijima had not come straight out of the bathroom. He was toweling off and dressing allowing her to make her way back to the bed before the bathroom door opened. There was still the coverage of Miss Higgins death though that had not been anything incriminating, just a random cut in for late breaking news.

He turned to the television though as if interested in what was going on as he listened. Perhaps he chimed up with the mention of Stanton though he shock his head from side to side as if disgusted.

“Did they say where this body turned up?” He asked as if not knowing, or perhaps hopeful that she had heard. “It's pointless … all the killing ...”

At first attempt to speak her lips parted, but no words came out. Her throat was still dry. She tried clearing her throat hoping that would stall, swallowing a couple times, then tried again. "OH wow, my throat got dry all of the sudden, sorry. Uh ... and no, I didn't hear where they said. My mind was drifting ... to, what we did on campus", she replied trying to pull out some resemblance of flirty seduction to hide her trembling stomach.

It was true, her mind had wondered to what they did earlier, and it was now twisting and turning. Ana's imagination was running wild behind her calm sexy eyes. Like watching some weird movie with flashes of his cock spreading her open mixed with the clippings on his wall, and the imagined images of how the women were murdered.

He would think she was aroused only by her thoughts of more closeness with him, but in fact that concerned her now. She really doesn't know much about him and yet she has been so innocent and intimate with him. She was moist between her legs from the memories of what they had just done together despite the horible posibility of his involvment.

Her legs part slightly as she shifts on the bed, the jersy slides up slightly exposing her even more, and she pulls the corners of Nijima's jacket to wrap tighter around her full chest tilll her hands almost cross as she looks up at him. She glances sheepishly down and then back up again tracing his figure, "how was your shower?" she asked, trying to change the subject, hoping this was all in her imagination.

He seemed to buy the fact that she was covering up the recent discovery she had made, smirking has she deflected his attention briefly away from the present and back to the past, at the time they had recently shared though his mind could not be stuck their forever it at least dissuaded him from the current topic.

“Want a beer? I'm afraid I don't have much else, I might have a little milk left,” he inclined his head towards the mini fridge in the corner of the dorm room though how could he miss what had been revealed to him. That smooth skin, the way she looked him over, it seemed as if she were deliberately setting her attention to his crotch so he pressed forward, hands sweeping over her hips as he kissed her again.

“It was alright, but we're just going to get dirty again,” Nijima grinned at that remaining close, at least for now …

Nijima was hard to resist as his fingers glided acrossed her skin. There would be no way to back out of this now anyways, but her concerns remained. She hoped he wouldn't be able to sense any fear in her, any hesitation. Her lips reached for his. Her finger tips peaked out of the bottom of his jacket sleeves to stroke his out stretches arms. The jacket was too big for her in all places except the chest. If it wasn't for the abundance of sexy cleavage distracting from the over all fit, he might have thought it looked a little silly on her over his jersey, but fashion wasn't at play here.

"I don't mind if we get dirty again", she said softly in between gentile kisses. Her mind was still reeling, torn between lust and self preservation. But isn't this what got her attention in the first place down in his parent's basement. Maybe she should have run then, because if he indeed had something to do with the missing, dead, women... running now wouldn't help her.

Her clit throbbed with excitement and anticipation of his attention. It was beyond her control at this point, her legs began to part for him. Her heart was pounding, but hard to discern exactly the cause.

“Good,” he shoot her a smile between kisses. It was a little creepy given the way that he was touching upon her neck with those kisses and licks given the cause of death of those women but he had not seemed to pick up on anything amiss as they stood so close to one another.

Chest to chest he had picked up on the innate responses that her body made, the way that her legs began to open as if they had been a lock that he had managed to open. Smiling again he lead her to the bed sitting her down upon the edge of it, his own member throbbing in need as he reached down rubbing the side of her face delicately.

“So hot ...” his hand slowly descended down her body curling about a covered breast as he rubbed it with his fingers before reaching to her shoulders in an effort to remove the jacket followed by the jersey so that he could make that incredible contact, heat against heat, molding over her delicately.

“I wish I had some of my parents things, Anna,” he smiled again as he let his mind trace over an old memory before he would help her to her back, a hand reaching down to rub between her thighs touching the upper portions of her thighs then between them.

As if drugged her eyes closed. Somehow safe in his arms again. His voice always lulling her to open up to him, just like the first time they met. He couldn't be the one they were talking about on the news, the one who murdered those women. Nijima was too gentile as his hands stroked her most sensative spots. His kisses soaked her neck sending sparks through her, as they always have, as she lay back as his body directed her to.

An innocent giggle escaped as she thought back to the type of tools that were in his parents' room, as he commented. The way he made her feel that first day flooded her senses as her memory began to play back the visual of the space, the dungeon like space, with the restants, the knives, the whips and chains... "I don't know. What would you do with them?" She asked almost baiting him to reveal a darker side, if it exists. Part of her wanting to hear how he would seduce her there once more.

Naked again with him, this time laying down, not standing pressed against a building or attached to straps hanging from the ceiling, but private, alone on his soft comfy bed. Yet now she felt the most exposed and uneasy as she ever has with him. Her firm breasts leaned subtly to the side she was tipped towards and one knee lifted slightly as she leaned into him. Her kisses grew deeper as his hands wondered further. Her pussy getting wetter as his hands grew nearer. "OH, Nijima...", she whispered. It was hard to stay focused on someone elses tragedy when he felt so good and stirred her core like this.

There was that doubt now though she did not feel as if he could have done such horrible things. His gentle touch swept over her, his kisses seemed to know the mark to exploit. His touch slid further along her allowing her to anticipate what was to come as he glanced at her. Assisting her in getting out of her things, all of them as he stripped her down completely.

His finger found that switch to her soul, rubbing back and forth against the button of her sex as he took his time tracing over it.

“I would strap you down to the bed, render you helpless and use many of them. A feather tracing down your body, my lips between the conjunction of your thighs; mouth, fingers, toys pressing inside you until you beg for release but never quite giving it too you, not initially at least,” he explained to her.

She could hardly handle it already as his words of tortue, tortued her slowly, seductively. He barely touched her but his words penetrated deeply. His small controlled strokes of her most sensative spot made her core throb to be filled by him.

A soft moan left her lips, and her hands reached for him. Her lips not wanting to silence him, but wanting to taste him again and again.

"Will you take me back there someday?", she whispered to him before her lips met his. She meant it. She thought about their experiences there often. Maybe it was because if was the first time together, new, dangerous, different, but she liked it.

“Of course,” his lips blanketed over his own and there their tongues joined, swirling against one anther as a hand seized a breast, squeezing the orb softly, his member growing nine and hard as she felt it against her thigh.

His fingers continued to tease her clit, rubbing against that swollen clit then he glanced to the head board of his bed. It had not been designed to tie someone to it so that would have to wait for now.

He pulled back slightly smiling down at her then leaning down to capture a breast, his lips moving against the soft flesh while his tongue swept against her nipple, slow, strong strokes as the finger playing with her clit stopped playing with it tracing about her labia before nestling against the heat of her sex pushing fully within it. Thus far it was a slow but steady plunge inside her as he moved that finger back and forth inside of her.

Not worrying about interfering with the treatment her pussy was receiving the leg feeling the pressure of his hard member started moving against him. Pinned between his thigh and hers, Nijima would feel stroking up and down as instinctively, there was no way she could ignore his arousal.

His finger and part of his hand by now was soaked with her arousal. The smell of sex almost filling the room. Her new lover knew exactly where and how to coax her passion. Ana's lust grew with each stroke, knowing that soon she'd feel his larger length forge itself inside her passage. The tiny bud continued to throb encouraging more of the shiny slippery liquid to flood her sex.

The TV news and the clippings had almost faded from her mind. Not that the images didn't float by every now and again, but they were quickly replaced with the sites before her every time she opened her eyes, as if to check her environment. There was nothing to bind her here in his room. There was nothing to harm her physically, not that she had seen. She was safe, so she felt, there in her lover's arms.

He couldn't take it, that rubbing, that stroking as he was trapped there between their bodies. The movement felt so good, the contact of flesh against flesh. He groaned above her, a warning of approval though he was soon reaching to the night stand beside the bed and opening up the draw there.

It did not take him long to tare open the condom wrapper dropping it to the ground after digging out the contents. His mouth sweeping down against a breast as his tongue tracked her nipple. His lower body eagerly lifted so that he could slip the condom on then guide himself to her sex.

Nijima was throbbing and hard. He wanted her and wasted little time in proving it as he set against the heat of the wet passage beneath him. He throbbed just a little then pushed inside her nice and slow as he connected his mouth to her own, groaning out with that plunge as he filled the tight passage beneath him.

Even with a condom it felt incredible being surrounded by her though after not using one earlier the feel of her without anything between them had been divine. Slowly his hips press her down into the soft mattress beneath them, his tongue seeking out her own to duel with it, groans and gasps spilling into her mouth as his pace steadily adjusted to her needs escalating a little as he pressed inside her.

She felt his shift in positioning as he leaned towards the night stand, and for a few seconds as he pulled the drawer open, as she listened to the wood against wood glides scrape slightly, her heart raced a little faster. He might just think it was that she was getting further aroused at what was to come next, but for those few seconds, she was indeed concerned again and wondering what he was reaching for.

Her breathing change didn't slow his momentum, he wasted no time in fumbling with the wrapper that kept the two of them from merging again. It was clear that he was experienced, this was not his first time using a condom. If it had been up to her to open and apply it, the heat of the moment would have been lost for sure.

Anna felt his advance flood her with sensation even before she felt his member penetrate. He spread her legs even further apart for him to get in position for entry and then she gasped softly as felt her lips spread. Her passage was still tight but well lubricated and he had no reason to slow his descent inside her cavity. Nijima would feel her walls squeeze firmly, consistently as he went deeper. She felt him make space for himself inside her core and she gasped again. His lips felt so soft in this gentile moment, their tongues intertwining slowly at first as their lust grew. Her hips tipping into his allowing him to fill her completely to the final inch.

"Ohh .. Nijima .. NMmmm ..", she whispered and moaned as her face tipped up to the heavens in sheer delight to feel him so deep.