Most of the room's computers were deserted, only on the right two people were working silently. Daniel turned to the left and settled down with his back to them. Upon logging in, he was surprised with an alert about a connected USB stick. He hadn't noticed the small thing sticking out at the front of the computer.
Hoping to find some hints on the owner's identity, he opened the folder. There were three sub-folders and a text file inside. The text file was called - to his great relief - "contact info.txt", and it included the name, address and phone number of a girl. A sensible girl, from the look of it, anticipating that she might lose her USB stick at some point.
The folders were called "creative", "May I?" and "university". Daniel knew he shouldn't investigate further, but his curiosity got the better of him. The meanings of "creative" and "university" he could guess, but "May I?" intrigued him. He looked over his shoulder to make sure that nobody was watching him, and then opened the folder. It was slightly disappointing, finding only more text files in it, numbered from 1 to 9. Daniel opened the first file and started to read. Then he scrolled down, skimming the content. He closed the file and opened another at random. His ears were turning slightly pink.
After he had investigated all files - and carefully closed them again -, he took another look around the room. Nobody was paying him any attention. Turning back to the monitor, Daniel again opened the first file. He moved closer to the table, hiding his lower body beneath it, and started to read.
The story he was reading described, in detail, a woman eating cherries. She was being secretly watched by a man who was imagining, also in great detail, the woman's lips approach to something... well, to something else. Something of the man's anatomy.
Daniel's cheeks were flushed after he finished reading. He checked the room behind him once again before opening the second file, knowing that all nine of them contained sensual, or erotic, or frankly sexual content. Ears and the corner of an eye focused on the rest of the room, he read a story about a guy licking a popsicle to turn on a woman he had never met. To Daniel's great surprise it worked, resulting in an apparently very interesting one-night-stand including a combination of popsicles and oral sex.
He was well into the third story about a couple making out on a bench in a public park (the man had just placed his hand beneath the woman's skirt and underwear), when a throat was cleared behind him. Daniel gave a start, having completely forgotten where he was, and turned around. A young woman, arms folded, was looking him over.
"Enjoying my flash fiction?"
His face crimson and hot, Daniel nodded. "Sorry."
He closed the files and gave her the USB stick.
"Thank you," she said and, upon leaving, added: "You can find all this online, you know." She winked at him and left the room.
Daniel turned back to the computer, his face aflame. Then he googled her name (lucky he had such a good memory for names), found her Google+ profile and continued his reading.
It had turned out that "May I?" was a project where an erotic picture was posted daily throughout May, and whoever was interested could write a short story (or flash fiction) based on that prompt.
It had been May 9th when Daniel found the USB stick, so he'd had some catching up to do, and then followed her progress throughout the month. He quite enjoyed her fantasies, wondering how much of it was real or actually turned her on. He also kept his eyes peeled in the hopes of meeting her again, but that didn't happen until May 23...
It was not a good day. Daniel's learning progress was slow; nothing seemed to want to stay in his head. After reading the same sentence for the twentieth time, he went to the restrooms in the cellar, more for a change than out of need. He was already on his way back when he bumped into her. Their eyes met.
"Hey, I know you..."
He blushed, not knowing what to say.
"Sure!" she exclaimed as it dawned on her. "You're the guy who found my USB stick. Are you following me on Google+, too, now?" She grinned knowingly as Daniel's face took on a deep crimson.
He wanted to step back and around her, but she followed, cornering him against the wall. Her expression was suddenly thoughtful.
"You know, I could use the help of a fan."
"What for?" he managed.
"Today's picture. A man and a woman kissing in a corridor..." She came closer, her body brushing against his. He shivered. "I don't know what to write about them. Maybe you have an idea..." Her face so close now, he could make out drops of gold in her green eyes.
"I don't think I can help you there..." Daniel's voice was reduced to a whisper.
"Well, in that case I think we'll have to re-enact the whole thing," she whispered back, grinning.
She pressed him against the wall and softly touched his mouth with hers. He noticed the tip of her tongue nip out for a taste.
He turned his head sharply. "You don't even know my name!"
"Tell me, then." She was nibbling at his ear now. "I guess you remember that I'm called Sally..."
"Daniel." He sighed as she found the weak spot at his neck and sucked it softly. "You don't really want to make out here, do you?"
Sally withdrew and looked him in the eyes. "Well, admittedly it's not quite like the photo. I'd need a skirt and not jeans, for a start." She shrugged. "The important thing here, really, is the adventure. The inspiration. Do you want to be my muse for today, Daniel?"
He looked back at her and knew that she meant it. Maybe audacity is contagious...
"Only for today?"
Sally smiled. "Just for a start. We'll see." Then she took his hand and led him to the empty woman's restroom. There would be an old condom machine, waiting to be used.