I walk into the University library, with its high ceilings and humongous oak tables, with rows of tall back chairs lining the side of the tables which stretch out long across the center of the first floor. The center is wide open aside from the tables, surrounded by case after case of shelves, and the library scales three stories. Three stories of books, indexed and cataloged for all the public to peruse.
I have a term paper due. Next week. As usual, I have chosen to procrastinate until the last minute. I resign myself to a long, long night, and walk throughout the library in order to find a quiet, secluded desk to hunker myself down in. Off on either side of the library are small desks with high walled sides, to ensure privacy and help minimize distractions. I find an empty one to call home. As I unload my laptop from my backpack, I see you look out at me from the desk right next to mine. You're beautiful, and I pause just long enough to make eye contact.
"Hi." I say. You nod a greeting right back at me. You're wearing a tight black turtleneck, and short rust colored skirt. Opaque black stockings and knee high black boots, laced up the side.
"Term paper?" I know I should be concentrating on getting my own work done, but I'm mesmerized by your presence. You look back out at me, and look me over.
"Yes. You?" I must have passed the once over.
"Yeah. Just starting. Long night ahead of me." I take off my leather coat and drape it over the back of the chair.
"I'm just about finished myself." You smile at me. I'm wearing a white, loose, untucked collared shirt and my favorite pair of faded jeans, slightly torn from overuse. "Maybe I can help you out..."
"Really? God, that would be great!" I can't believe my good fortune.
"Sure, what are you working on?" Uh oh. I hadn't planned a response this far ahead.
"Um, uh, 19th century erotica..?" I waited for the giggle, or a sarcastic smirk. It didn't come. "It's for my English Lit class." I explained.
"Mmm," Your eyes sparkle. "I love erotica. But we really shouldn't leave those kinds of books out in the open here. Let's go grab a private room."
The library had small private rooms, with windowed doors of course, and they were primarily used for listening to audio materials or viewing "controversial" materials. I really didn't think erotica qualified, but I wasn't going to argue with the opportunity to be a enclosed room with you, researching historic porn.
We found an empty private room up on the third floor to put our stuff in, and each armed with a reference list headed out to find our materials. We split up the research, I went off to find my texts and you went off for the illustrated works, kept in an entirely different area of the library. This place was huge and sprawling. It took me about 40 minutes to find everything I needed and get back to the room to find you waiting. By the looks of things, you had already been there awhile. One of the large illustrated books was turned open to a page, with several young men servicing an upper class woman. You were entranced in the drawing, and your cheeks were flush. I shut the door behind me.
"My god, this stuff is incredible!" You say, grabbing my hand and pulling me down beside you. "Look at this!" You open the book to another page you had marked. Two naked woman were sitting atop a lying man, one sitting on his face, the other on his cock. Both woman had expressions of total bliss. I notice you breathing a little heavy. "I love this one!" I wonder just how long you had been looking at these pictures. You turn the page to show me a drawing of a man kneeling between a woman's spead legs, her dress lifted high, licking her pussy. You groan. "This is so hot..."
