A little thing I wrote for fun and of which there might be more.
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We almost stumbled through the library doors in our hurry. The head librarian looked irritated at us over her round glasses, no doubt dismissing our youthful exuberance as vital character flaws. I knew Tuesday thought the same, because we both giggled when we had passed her. That earned us a shush and a pointed finger, and we had to work even harder to contain our mirth, if only she knew.
The library was quiet, even more so than usual this late, and only the most studious students remained. Each were focused on their work, and hardly noticed the two of us as we snuck by. Casually, mind you. Actual sneaking only gathers interest.
The rows of books was almost a maze in its complexity, no doubt conjured up from the mind of a former art student turned architect. But it did yield some interesting possibilities. Hand in hand we went, until we reached the backmost study quarters. Ostensibly made for those seeking quiet during their work, they went almost unused from the bother it was to access stuff from the atrium. Most people probably didn't even know they were here. Which made them perfect for us.
"Are we really doing this?" Tuesday asked me. Her voice sounded excited, and I'd bet she had looked forward to this as much as I had.
I moved her hand over my crotch, letting her feel how ready I was for this.
"Aww is that for me?" She playfully retorted, and I leaned close to whisper in her ear.
"All for you Tuesday, I want you to feel how hard you make me." She shivered softly, but managed to give my cock an extra squeeze for good measure. She had a little penchant for talking dirty, and I was happy to oblige her.
Now Tuesday was a wonder; her light caramel skin and her deep brown eyes, that always seemed to contain a smile, had captivated me from the moment I saw her, and still did. Her breasts were more than a handful, in jest I called them her bountiful bosom, and seemed to stretch most shirts she wore. A head shorter than me, I loved it when she stood on her toes to plant a kiss, though I'd just as soon sweep her up in my arms. Sometimes it ended with a tumble on the floor, but neither of us minded that.
With a quick check to make sure we were still alone, I lifted her onto the nearest table. She yelped softly in surprise, but fell silent when I placed a kiss upon her lips. If love had a taste, I'm sure this was it. Butterflies, lust and happiness.
Her feet off the ground, she placed them behind my back, and pulled me into her. My pants were getting rather tight and she practically cooed when she felt it. Her hands gripped my short hair as she really got into the kiss. Tuesday could be quite intense, when she wanted to. With each grind between her spread legs she moaned a little more into my mouth. She was practically lying down on the table at this point, as we simply enjoyed each other.
With a practiced movement I slid my hand beneath her shirt, and made my way up her body. Her breasts were always a delight to play with, even in tight situations like this. Perhaps even more so, as her nipples were already hard little nubs that just begged for attention. Never one to deny her I let my hands play, rubbing her nipples between my fingers and pulling the sensitive buttons. She certainly enjoyed it, judging by the sounds of it, even if my hands were a little cold.
It struck me neither of us were paying any attention to the rest of the library, and reluctantly I left our, by now, rather steamy make out session. I slid down her body, and her initial "no's" of dislike at the interrupted kiss turned into purring acceptance, as she discovered my destination.
For the occasion she had worn a skirt, and no underwear. The little minx had been flashing me most of the afternoon, the main reason we had decided on this little rendezvous, and I was ready to repay her. I placed soft little kisses upon her thighs, drawing closer to my goal, but never quite reaching. She tried pulling on my head, but I resisted and continued the slow, loving tease.
"Remember, you're the lookout." I whispered to her.
Her "what!?" became a silent moan instead, as I eased the tip of my finger into her, but at least she sort of rose up on the table, no longer lying down.
I let it explore, ever so gently, as I wetted it with her excitement. Looking up into her eyes, I slowly withdrew it, glistening, and made a show of tasting her. She liked seeing me enjoy her, and I loved it. Passion burned in her gaze, but she kept quiet, lest we attract unwanted attention.
