The Library

The library was an open looking building made of a well shaped white stone and huge panes of glass that glittered in the early summer sun. The wind was warm but refreshing as it rushed by her small dress and bare legs. If she hadn’t been so late, she may have had time to enjoy the way the trees on campus were reflected off the library’s soaring windows, or how blue the sky looked in contrast to the few bright fluffy clouds that floated across the sky. Her sandals made slapping noises as she skipped up the steps to the building’s front door, her mind focused only on how many minutes she was late.

She pushed her way through the front door, and the cool breeze from inside made goosebumps rise along her white legs. She was almost forty minutes late to her group project because she had fallen asleep at home, and had only woken up moments ago. The sweat that had risen on her body from the summer heat was cooling on her skin and she shivered.
There were only a few people in the main lobby, and none of them were in the group she was apart of. Two people were talking by the doors, and another person was sitting on one of the chairs from the entryway. She glanced in his direction and realized she recognized him from one of her morning classes, and found him attractive, but had never gotten his name. All she knew of him were the color of his eyes; blue.

She turned away from the handsome stranger and began to search for member of her group. The library was a large building with many floors of rows and rows of books of every type and age. The old paper smell of them permeated every room of the building, yellow and inviting. The sun glittered from outside.

She looked for the members of her group for nearly half an hour, and as each aisle of books turned up empty, her heart sank a little further. Not only had they had the meeting and left, they hadn’t even bothered to text her to tell her so. The big library was nearly empty. She rested her head against a bookshelf and sighed deeply.

“Hey.” A voice said behind her. She looked up, and met the blue eyes of the stranger from the lobby, “Are you alright?” He asked.

“He-hey.” She said, swaying on her feet, “I’m ok.”

“Are you looking for someone?” He asked, “I saw you wandering around here, and thought I could help.” He was tall and his hair was a dark brown and long enough to cover one of his eyes unless he brushed it to the side.

She looked into his eyes and the goosebumps came back. “I was looking for my study group, but I think they’ve left.”

“Oh, alright. I’m James by the way.” He held out his hand. His fingernails were clean and clipped smartly. She felt her legs sway again and a feeling grow between them.

“I’m Sara, nice to meet you.” She replied, taking his hand. It was strong and was just the right amount of rough. She enjoyed the way it felt between her fingers as the feeling between her legs grew stronger.

“You’ve got a nice grip Sara.” He said, smiling.

“Thank you.” She took her hand back and pushed some hair from her eyes, “You’re in English 240, right? At nine?”

“Yeah! I was going to tell you I recognized you from there.” He said, “I sit behind you sometimes.”

Sara grinned, “Do you now? Enjoy the view you get?”

James’ face flushed red, “I- um- Sometimes?”

Sara felt a mad rush of excitement run through her. The small panties under her sundress were wet. “Sometimes I don’t wear a bra when I’m running late, and lately I haven’t been wearing any panties either.” She teased.

James’ eyes went wide and his face blushed deeper, “I’ve noticed. One morning you were in a thong and sweatpants, but I could see right through the sweatpants.”

Sara looked around. They were on the third floor, near the back of the aisle, with no one around. She turned back to James, “Do you want to see the ones I have on now?” She asked slyly.

He nodded slowly and licked his lips, “Really? Yeah.” He said.

Sara winked and pulled her dress up, revealing her soaking wet panties; they were black, and laced around the edges. The feeling of James’ eyes on them made Sara shiver. She noticed that his pants were now bulging in the middle. His zipper caught the failing afternoon’s light.

“Well, what do you think?” She asked him, smirking at the expression on his face.

“I think I really like what I see.” He said and looked around. There was still no one on the third floor.

“Touch me.” Sara whispered.

“What?”

Instead of replying, Sara grabbed James’ hand and guided it down to her panties, where his fingers began to rub her clit through the wet material. The friction sent sparks up her spine and a warmth flared up in her belly. A little moan escaped her lips.

“You like that James? She asked, pressing her body to his, feeling his hard cock on her stomach, her hand running down his chest.

“Oh yeah.” He whispered, pulling her even closer as one of his fingers moved her panties to the side and slipped inside of her.

Sara gasped. Her hands went down to his pants and pulled the zipper down. She reached inside and wrapped her fingers around his long, hard, cock. It was warm and very firm in her hand as she rubbed it in time with the finger going in and out of her pussy. Her body was filling with need. She pulled his cock out and rubbed it faster.

“How’s my grip now James?” Sara asked, pushing herself into his hand with each stroke of his fingers.

“Mmm, that feels really good.” He whispered as he slipped another finger inside her, “You’re so goddamn tight.”

“I want that dick.” Sara replied, and pulled James’ fingers out of her with a small shudder. She knelt down and ran her tongue along the pulsing shaft. It was warm and firm as she licked up and down its length, swirling her tongue around the head before plunging it into her mouth. There was a deep gasp from James as he grabbed one of the shelves to keep from falling over. Sara’s lips gripped his dick and her tongue moved over its surface behind her teeth. She deep throated him, letting the head of his cock hit the back of her mouth again and again until James was almost falling over. She took it out of her mouth and rubbed it while smiling.

“Did you like that?” She asked sweetly.

“Oh yeah.” James grinned, “Is that it?”

Sara laughed, “Oh honey, not even close.” She stood up and dropped her soaking panties to the library’s floor, “Fuck me James.”

“With pleasure.” He said, turning her around and lifting the light material of her dress above her hips. Sara’s pussy was nearly dripping with anticipation. James ran his dick over her engorged lips before pressing it between them. He pushed slowly, until he was entirely inside her. Sara gasped as her hand went to her swollen clit, rubbing her fingers over it as waves of pleasure rose within her. James pulled back, and then thrusted harder this time. Sara moaned.

“Fuck me James, fuck me!” She tried to whisper, but it came out louder than she had hoped and the words echoed off the shelves.

James thrusted faster and faster, grunting with his own pleasure. Sara grabbed a shelf for support and knocked a few books to the floor. Their bodies began to slap against one another, and Sara could feel her juices begin to flow down her legs in hot tails. James grabbed her long blond hair in his fist and pulled her head up while his dick pounded her pussy. Sara moaned louder, her hands knocking more books off the shelves as she readjusted for a better angle. James grabbed her thigh and lifted one leg in the air, thrusting like a piston. Sara could feel the pressure growing in her stomach, bulding up like a great wave.

“Fuck Sara, I’m going to cum.” James said, not caring how loud he was anymore.
“Me too, fucking cum in my pussy!” She said, “Fill me!”

James thrusted as hard as he could. The shelf Sara was holding on to rocked on its supports, sending books cascading down to the floor in an avalanche of fluttering paper. Sara felt his hot cum pour into her and the pressure in her stomach released, sending wave after wave of orgasm through her body. Her pussy constricted, causing her juice and Jame’s cum to squirt out and puddle on the floor.

Sara was shaking and moaning with Jame’s pulsating dick inside her when a librarian came running up the steps with a concerned look on her wrinkled face. She made eye contact with the two as cum continued to drip out of Sara’s soaking pussy, surrounded with fallen books and loose paper.

“You two, out of the library, NOW!” She screamed.

James pulled out, zipped up, and was gone in a flash. Sara pulled up her panties, and sauntered out into the summer sun on weak knees. The wind picked up, and she admired the clouds floating in the blue of the sky.

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