I dated Lauren for a few hot weeks during the winter term of my senior year. Lauren was one of the 'O' girls, a group of six coeds that lived together in the sophomore housing known as the Towers. Their apartment was the top one on the third tower, and they called it The Ozone. They painted a big 'O' on the wall outside their door, thus how they became known as the 'O' girls. Lauren was not the first of the roommates I slept with, not the last.
-- Somewhere Only We Know --
Lauren, five foot nothing, 100 lb. sweet little Lauren, is a bit of a sex freak and gets off having sex in public places, among other things. Soon after we hooked up, she introduced me to one of her favorite spots to fuck. It was a hidden corner in the main stacks in the library. An upperclassman who worked in the library introduced her to it last year. The only library employees aware of this hidden spot and how students use it are the student employees. The faculty and staff are oblivious to its existence.
The hidden space is a weird anomaly created by the building architecture and the shelves' layout. People can come down three different rows and be only a few feet away and never know that this space is there. Only one of the rows has access to it, and you almost have to be at the very end to notice the opening. The middle of the three rows ends with a support pillar and a shelf with books. You can see into this secret space if you remove a few books from one area of the shelf. The section at the end of the row contains records of the state legislature, which are rarely used and rarely checked out.
The shelves next to it continue past a corner in the building design. On the other side of the shelves from the secret space is a quiet reading spot with several chairs and couches. It's a quiet corner of the History section, and those who know about it always use it. Those shelves contain books on British and European history, and nobody ever looks at them. Well, there are about a dozen history students, so some need to use this area for research, but it is mostly unused.
When the arrangement of the shelves first created this hidden space, the library management thought it would make a good study area. They placed a large work desk, two desk chairs, and a comfortable leather couch in this hidden corner of the library. But then, as the years passed, the little study space was all but forgotten. That is, except for the library's student staff. They used it as a hiding spot at first. But within a year, two horny students discovered it was a great place to fuck, especially if you were into public sex. The student employees passed the knowledge of this hidden gem to each generation of student staff.
There are some unwritten rules that students who know about this spot follow. They don't talk about it to others; they are careful about who gets invited here, and if you happen to walk in on others already there, you should leave unless they ask you to stay. I've been using this library for four years and never knew it existed. I've sat many times on the other side of those shelves and never had a clue.
This time, my second time, we see Kate working at the desk as we enter the library. She and Lauren exchange knowing glances, and Kate gives me the 'I know what you're up to' smile as we walk past the desk. Kate is in the know, and she joined us the first time Lauren brought me. She is sweet and sultry, and I'd love to explore her body some more, but she was more into Lauren than me last time.
This attempt is really our third time coming to the library to have sex. The first time, another couple occupied the space. Instead of leaving, Lauren took me to another secluded spot so we could watch.
I arrive to pick up Lauren at the Ozonne a little after 7:30. I knock once, and the door swings open, with Lauren looking perturbed.
"Where the hell have you been?" Lauren asks frustratedly. "You were supposed to be here half an hour ago."
Lauren's roommates, Faith and Chrissy, sit at the table doing bong hits. Faith, as usual, gives me a warm welcome as I close the door behind me. And Chrissy, as usual, barely acknowledges my existence. I'm about to answer Lauren when she grabs my hand, whisks me out of the apartment, and pulls me down the stairs. We walk briskly across the campus, Lauren urging me to move faster.
"What's the hurry?" I ask while she pulls me forward.
"We might be too late," she says.
"Too late for what?"
"Too late to use the library."
"The library? It's open until 10. Why are we going to the library?" I'm confused.
"You'll see," Lauren lets go of my hand and starts running.
"What the fuck?" I run after her and catch up before we get to the library doors.
Slightly breathless, we walk into the library, and Kate greets us as usual. Kate is a tall brunette who always seems to be working at the front desk. We say hi, and Lauren takes my hand, leading me deep into the stacks. I'm even more confused when she leads into a section that holds mostly state and local legislative documents. Lauren stops at the end of one row and turns to me with her finger on her lips. She steps forward and disappears before my eyes. I follow through an unseen gap between a pillar and a shelf and emerge into a study space I never knew existed.
I bump into Lauren and see why she stopped. A naked girl is on her hands and knees in the middle of a plush rug, and a guy, also nude, is behind her fucking her doggy style. They look at us momentarily and then ignore us.
"Fuck," Lauren says, taking my hand. "Come on."
Lauren leads me silently through the maze of stacks to the English History section.
-- Hot for Teacher --
I know this section well; it gets little use except for the students who want to sit on the overstuffed leather couches and chairs and study without being disturbed. I have been in this area many times, the last time having spent many days here researching the Cromwell Era. Lauren walks up to the stacks in front of several large tomes. Putting her finger to her lips again, she points to a section beside her and three shelves higher. The English Historical Review. Or known to us who have had to use it, The English Hysterical Review. Lauren pulls out a large book, leans it on the shelf, and opens it. She whispers for me to do the same, then looks through the gap where she removed the book. I do as directed and am surprised at the clear view of the current action on the other side of the shelves. How am I just finding this out at the end of my senior year? As we hold our books and pretend through them, we hear footsteps and then feel a tap on my shoulder; I turn to see one of my professors, Dr. Lehman.
"Hello, William. I trust that your final semester is progressing smoothly?" Dr. Lehman asks.
Busted! Lauren freezes, and I almost drop the volume I'm holding. I stare dumbfounded at my favorite and, arguably, the hottest professor on campus.
Dr. Lori Lehman, or as she prefers, Dr. Lori, is a distinguished History professor in her mid-late thirties. She is a bit of a firebrand and generally a breath of fresh air in a department dominated by old white guys. Exceptionally smart with a keen mind, she has authored dozens of academic works on 20th-century US Foreign Policy and the Vietnam War, and she has even written a couple of best-seller detective novels. I've read one of the novels. It was a fun read; her heroine is highly sexual, and some of her chapters border on erotic literature. Dr. Lori is a lovely person, inside and out, well respected and liked by staff and students alike.
Regarding her outer appearance, I can only say it's superb. She is a hair taller than Lauren, five foot two, with a slender build. Her famously unkempt black hair highlights her piercing gray eyes, which always seem to look into your soul. It appears she has large breasts, but that is because of how petite she is. Her 34-C cup breasts look large on her petite frame. She has a slender, firm tummy, and her hips flare nicely. To say Dr. Lori is easy on the eyes is an understatement. And this is never truer than when the weather is warm, and she wears tight blouses and short skirts, showing off her fit figure and toned legs.
But alas, we are in the cold months and are regulated to seeing Dr. Lori in longer dresses or thermal stockings. When dressing more casually, like tonight, she is poured into a pair of Calvin Kline jeans and a flannel shirt with the front tails tied at her navel. The soft cotton material fits snugly to her breasts. It takes every ounce of restraint not to stare at her shapely orbs.
"Hello, Dr. Lehman," I stammer, a little startled. I'm doing well, thank you. I will graduate as scheduled."
