Warning: The story below has some explicit scenes and languages that may offend some people. Please turn back if you are easily offended. 

Ichabod Crane sat alone in his office at his desk. It was off hours. Everyone from the University left for the evening. Ichabod stayed to call and catch up with his longtime friend Abraham Van Brunt, a member of the board of education. He was Ichabod's best friend next to Daniel Mills. Ichabod sat back in his large black leather chair. His long legs crossed at the ankles on the desk. A tumbler glass of rum sat on his desk beside him.

"Did you see what she wore when she walked into the faculty lounge, this morning?" Abraham whined, through the office phone. 

"The short black skirt?" Ichabod Crane answered. "Yes, I did. I think it was the first time she ever wore one. It's only logical considering the intense heat we've been having."

"Yeah but," Abraham asked. "It was over her knees and a little up her thighs. God Ichabod. She has great legs. Long and shapely for being so petite. And her thighs. They're the kind you want to bite and suck on for days. She's just so perfect. Perfect lips,  perfect milk chocolate skin."

"Ug, Christ Abraham stop it. I don't want to hear anymore about her short skirt, her legs or her thighs," Ichabod moaned. His thumb and forefinger pinched his fingers on the edge of his nose. He  squeezed his eyes shut.

"Damn it! Ichabod I still don't understand why you deny yourself such a luscious morsel like Abigail Mills," Abraham said.

"Luscious morsel," Ichabod chuckled. "That luscious morsel is off limits, Abraham. I told you already."

"Because she's Daniel's sister?" Abraham answered."So what! You know Daniel wouldn't mind you dating her. He knows you will treat her right. I say jump right in brother, before I take her."

"No, because she's Katrina's friend, Abraham," Ichabod answered. "Abbie wouldn't want me because of that." 

  "You and Katrina broken up for six years now," Abraham answered.  "Abbie would know that and wouldn't mind if she really wanted you. Has she said anything or done anything to dissuade you from pursuing her?"

Abraham's deep voice sounded distant on the phone.

"No, she's never said anything," Ichabod answered."But I still can't just step up to her and proposition her. Surely, she would be offended."

Ichabod reached his arm out and lifted the glass of rum to his lips. He took two sips of it. He closed his eyes and savored the bitter taste burning slowly down his throat. The memory of Abigail Mills, this morning, wearing a short black skirt exposing her long shapely legs had invaded his mind all day long. He couldn't escape it. Her white silk blouse with two pearl buttons opened. Her neck exposed. She looked fresh and clean and smelled like the sun and the beach. Ichabod daydreamed kissing  and licking up her neck. Biting at the soft sensitive skin behind her ear. He let out a quiet sob.

"Why not? Katrina will just have to just get over your fling with Abbie that's all," Abraham sighed.

"I don't want a fling. I'm in love with Abbie,  Abraham," Ichabod whispered. His voice low. His lips close to the phone. 

"Is it really love, Ichabod?"  Abraham said."Cause, if it is just sex get a room at a motel and get it over with. I sure as hell won't say anything to Katrina."

"No Abraham. It is not just sex,"Ichabod answered indignant. "I can't just have sex without love, Abraham."

"Hell why not. I do it every time," Abraham laughed.

A soft chuckle escaped from Ichabod.

"You would," Ichabod laughed.

"Love her or not. You're crazy to deny yourself such a tasty treat, Ichabod. Did you also notice she didn't wear stockings?" Abraham snickered. The connection began to snap, crackle and pop threatening to disconnect.

"She wasn't?"  Ichabod squeaked. "How do you know?" He swallowed hard and frowned. His voice sounded broken and weak.

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"I got close enough to see,"  Abraham whispered. His voice thick.

"How?" Ichabod asked.

"I dropped my pencil near her shoe and accidentally on purpose touched her leg," Abraham laughed.

"You are a pervert, Abraham Van Brunt," Ichabod chuckled. He took another drink. A long one this time.

"Says you, Crane," Abraham laughed." At least I'm not pining away for Abbie, like you are. I swear Crane  if you don't do anything soon I'm going after her myself. Whether you want her not."

"Ignore Katrina and release my inner wolf, then?" Ichabod asked. He raised his glass and stared as his bright desk light shined through the amber liquid

"Yeah. Release the beast, Crane," Abraham answered."Especially with Abbie Mills. The sister isn't bad looking either. What was her name?"

"Jennifer. Jennifer Mills." Ichabod chuckled. A low rumble deep in his throat.

"Right. Does Jennifer have a boyfriend?" Abraham asked. The connection popped and crackled again.

"I don't know," Ichabod sighed. "You would have to ask Jennifer yourself."

"Ha well, all I'm saying is just go for it with, Abbie!" Abraham said,"You haven't had sex since you've broken up with Katerina, Crane. The time is now, Man. You need a release or you're going to die, bro!"

"I'm not going to die, Abraham," Ichabod laughed. 

"Hey, you'll loose it if you don't use it, brother," Abraham answered. "And using it on the delicious Abbie Mills is a great way of getting it back."

"Oh, shut up, Abraham," Ichabod growled. "You're getting gross now. I love Abbie and I don't want to scare her away or create friction between her Katrina. I don't want to break up their friendship."

"Ichabod you're  crazy," Abraham said."You are willing to throw away a chance to finally find love and be happy with someone you truly love because of her friendship with Katrina? You said you loved her, right?"

"Yes. I did," Ichabod answered. Ichabod sighed. He shifted in his chair to find a more comfortable position.

"Then forget about Katrina," Abraham replied."Go for it man! Before someone else takes her. And the someone is me. I'd love a crack at her."

"You're a disgusting bastard, Abraham," Ichabod groaned. "You know that?"

"You're only angry because you know I'm right," Abraham answered."So, you're welcome. Now I have to hang up. It's late. Talk to ya later Bro."

"Ok, I'll see you tomorrow morning,"Ichabod said. His voice was low and it slurred.

"G'night, Crane and remember what I said. Release your inner wolf. Take care."

Ichabod heard the line go dead and the steady drone of the dial tone.

"Release my inner wolf," Ichabod whispered.

He stretched his lean body forward and put the phone back on its cradle.

Ichabod leaned back again and closed his eyes. A deep heavy sigh escaped from him. Ichabod's thoughts were inundated with images of kissing. No, not just kissing. He wanted to  devour Abbie. He imagined the sweet, soft noises  Abbie would make as he kissed and bit at her soft warm, brown skin. He'd kiss Abbie's neck and her shoulder and raise his head to the shell of her ear.

"On a hot summer night will you offer your throat to the wolf with the red rose, Abbie?" He'd whisper.

"Yes," Abbie sighs.

"Will you offer him your mouth?"

"Yes."

"Will you offer him your tongue?"

"Yes."

"Will you offer the wolf your hunger?"he'd sigh.

"YES!" Abbie replies breathless. 

  His lips then would suck and lick at the base of Abbie's shoulder. Her petite body shuddered underneath him in complete surrender. Ichabod felt his hand skim across his growing hard on. The bulge larger and thicker through his pants. So much so that it began to hurt. He unbuttoned his black trousers and slowly lowered his zipper. His hand dug inside and he took himself out. Ichabod gasped as the cool air hit his cock making it standup stiffer and harder in his hand. He pushed his pants half way down his ass with his other hand to get a better grip on himself. Ichabod then  wrapped his long slender fingers around his thick shaft and squeezed. He ran his large hand up and down it slowly, imagining his hand to be Abbie's. He could see Abbie kneeling between his legs. Ichabod could feel her soft plump red lips wrapped around the crown of his cock sucking him hard. The heat and pressure of her mouth building as her large doe eyes stare up at  him. He groaned out loud. His thumb ran over the crown of his penis twice to spread his pre-come. Ichabod gasped as he felt the pressure rise from his aching balls making his lean hips jerk up from his seat. His fist pumped faster along his shaft as he saw Abbie's long  fingers slowly fall underneath to  squeeze his balls. Her other hand pumped his thick shaft faster and faster. Abbie's full lips  sucked on him harder . She slowly lowered her lips further down his shaft.  Then she picked up speed. Her head bobbed up and down his thick penis. Ichabod gasped. He could feel the pressure build from his balls, ready to explode into her beautiful mouth. He grabbed the arm of his chair with his free hand.

"Christ, Abbie. Yes," Ichabod cried out. His back pressed against the chair and his body shuddered. Hot, thick jets of come spurt out and covered the fingers of his right hand as he rode out the waves of his pleasure.

"Oh, uggh, " Ichabod grunted. "Mmmm." He moaned when the spasms began to slow down. His hand slowed to gently caress himself as he tried to catch his breath. Ichabod imagined Abbie's long pink tongue  snaked out of her mouth to clean him off. She would lick the semen from the crown down to his shaft and balls. Abbie's dark eyes looked up at him. A little bit of his semen dribbled out of the side of her mouth. He felt his penis begin to stir again at the image.

Ichabod snapped his eyes open to find himself alone in an empty room in the middle of the night.

"Damn it. Not again," he growled.

Ichabod sighed. He reached his arm out over his desk and grabbed a tissue to clean up. These sex fantasies he's been having about Abbie Mills must stop. It was two times a day now. Ichabod cleaned up and pulled his pants back over his hips. He tucked himself back in his pants rebuttoned his pants and quickly zipped up.

"And, will you offer your love to the wolf with the red rose, Abbie?" he whispered.

"Not bloody likely." A disgusted snort came from Ichabod.

"Shite," he cursed. He tossed the used tissue into the wastebasket.

Out in the hallway, Abbie quietly gasped and leaned back from the crack of the door. Her hand flew up from the doorknob to cover her mouth. Her eyes huge. She was paralyzed. Abbie heard everything from the beginning. Ending with her name on Ichabod's lips as he climaxed. Abbie took  a deep breath.  She pulled the huge heavy office door slowly towards her. Abbie winced, her body stiffened at the loud groan the door made under her hand. She waited for his voice to call her but it didn't and she closed the door.

Ichabod's head snapped up at the sound of the door latch.

Author's Note: The question  "On a hot summer night will you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?" Is from
"You took the words right out of my mouth" "Hot summer nights" by Meatloaf. All rights and ownership belong to him. I am only borrowing it for a little while. Lol