Vanessa Part II: Having Fun isn’t Hard…
The music pounded in time to her heartbeat, overwhelming the nervous burn of her stomach. Vanessa entered the quad some thirty minutes after the End-of-Semester mixer started, just as the sun was sinking below the horizon. Yellow faded to orange, to red and pink, finally nothing. A scent of cheap cologne as a young man passed by, stirring her curiosity.
Where was the boy with the gray sweatpants?
As she had dressed for the night, not so easy in the cramped dorm room she shared, she had wondered if Kirk would actually be there. He had invited her—well, mentioned it to her— so he should be there. Of course, she herself had chosen to be fashionably late. No one showed up on time. It was an unspoken rule that only dorks and overeager outsiders came to anything when it started. The cool, the confident, they drifted in as the whim struck. So, as she showered, she took her time, gently scrubbing herself, letting the loofa wash away the traces of her little…indulgence in the library.
It didn’t take much to bring the thrill of her afternoon back to the surface, the wave of vulgar pleasure again on the surface of her mind. It was all she could do to not give a repeat performance in the shower. How reckless she had been, trying to pleasure herself in public. What if someone had caught her? The stodgy student librarian? The security guards? But the feelings… and the blonde girl. Oh, those yoga pants. Better than the boy in the gray sweats, but he was a safer bet. He would surely be at the student mixer. It was the perfect chance to start living like a real person, a college student.
Vanessa wore her shortest skirt, not that that was saying much. Four inches above the knee was hardly scandal fodder, but it was bolder than she had gone before. A black blouse that teased her petite bust completed the look. She opted against any jewelry beyond the small studs in her ears, no sense in risking losing a necklace or nice ring in the crowd. Low heels completed the look, more cute-sexy than hot-sexy. The other girls in the quad were a blur of differing fashions, some in casual leggings and flipflops, some in the most elaborate outfits with the thick platform heels; colors and patterns clashing in the dimming twilit night.
The hazy light of a streetlamp, one of twelve that lined the quad, proved a good place to wait. The crowd concentrated itself in the center of the square, people dancing, grinding, laughing, all lost in their passions. The music pounded vacantly, a mindless beat with no beginning or end.
A little thrill stirred Vanessa as a scent tickled her nose. The fresh, crisp deodorant of Kirk.
“Hey,” he materialized under the streetlamp, a casually handsome vision. “Poly-sci, right?”
“Y-yes,” Heat filled her chest; he wore jeans now and a snug t-shirt. He towered over her, at least six feet tall. “Kirk, right?”
Almost a full sentence. Not bad.
“Yeah, yeah,” he leaned against the pole, his sandy-blond hair inches from her. “You’re gonna hate me but I don’t think I remember your name.”
“Vanessa.”
“I like that,” he said. “It’s old fashioned, kinda classy, you know…but hot.”
Vanessa flushed. No one had ever said her name was hot before. Oh, God, he was gorgeous. That sandy hair falling over his forehead, the blue eyes holding hers like a lock. And she was holding a conversation. Words were coming out.
“Thanks.”
More or less. The heat was moving downward, eagerly reaching for her clean black panties. How easy it would be to press her legs together and squeeze…
Damn it, stay focused, she thought, I’m going for something different.
“You look nice, Vanessa.”
“Thanks, you don’t look too bad yourself.” Oof.
Kirk chuckled, a warm little smile. “Hey, you wanna go somewhere, talk a bit?”
Oh, my God, yes!
Vanessa shrugged coolly. “Sure.”
Kirk led her past the snack table, stopping to take two cups of whatever purple concoction the committee had chilled for the students. They ended up in a quiet corner of the campus near the science buildings, the lights and music a subtle accent to the scene. They sipped their drinks, a fizzy, saccharine punch that stained the tongue. It tasted like childhood, those long sticky summers that blurred together, a thousand little adventures and discoveries. If she played her cards right, she might make a better discovery than ever before.
Kirk talked about this and that; asked her what her major was. Mercifully the words came, answers to the questions, the heat caressing her nethers encouraging her. He kept his eyes on her for the most part, preventing her from squeezing her legs together. It was just as well. She didn’t need too much warmup. If he would only make the overture. They were away from the crowd, alone in the dim, cool night. He was a handsome, unattached college boy. Where was his verve? That insatiable drive she had heard about?
Vanessa brushed Kirk’s leg with her hand, delicate fingers grazing his firm thigh. His eyebrow went up. Too obvious? Was the touch barrier not hers to breach?
He took her hand in his. Heat, raw heat spreading to her face and nethers. He was close, so close. Kirk leaned in; eyes locked on hers. Vanessa tilted her head, red lips parting…
A tiny drop of moisture worked its way into her panties as Kirk’s punch-stained tongue gently slipped into her mouth, his hand cupping her cheek. Her hand slid up his leg, greeted by a warm bulge below his fly. It shifted, growing.
Fuck, it’s happening…
A hand on her smooth leg, softly skirting her skirt. Hot fingers petting the wet spot on her panties, rubbing as she rubbed. She drank in his touch, the passion shortening her breath. Moving closer, but Kirk pulled back.
“You know, there’s a sleep lab in the science building,” he said, his voice husky in the dark. “I have a key…”
The moment of truth.
“Do you have any…”
“Always.”
Moments later they were in the lab, half a dozen metal beds surrounded by monitors waited patiently for them. Why he had a key to the science building didn’t interest her, just what it held. How many girls he may have taken there was nothing. There was only her need.
He held her close as he untucked her blouse, still exploring her mouth with his tongue. She was swept away in the passion, his experience a powerful guide in this unknown territory. The heat, the breathless heat under her skirt pushed her forward, letting Kirk move her to the closest bed. the antiseptic smell of the cheap blanket mingled with his warm, manly scent. His fingers rang Satan’s doorbell again and she was ready to answer. In one move she pulled down her skirt and panties, revealing for the first time herself to a man.
Kirk smiled as he kissed her neck, pulling her skirt over her shoes. Her hands were under his shirt, hard muscles flexing as he shifted to open his pants. A hot, hard thing touched her between the legs.
Oh, fuck!
It was too dark to see, too awkward to change positions. Vanessa closed her eyes and felt for it as it pressed insistently against her. So much warmer than she guessed it would be. A little bigger too. Timidly, she gripped it and stroked it a bit. Kirk murmured something and rubbed her smooth little clit.
Ding-dong. Answer the door, sweatpants.
The tension built, that glorious wet heat moving her hips rhythmically. Kirk was so erect that it was pointed up at her navel, a drop of his own wetness bubbling up. It felt right, natural. How had she missed out on this for so long?
A grunt and Kirk stopped rubbing, shifting his weight away.
“Don’t stop—”
He kissed her hard. “Safety first, babe.”
Oh, shit. The condom.
With a quick, experienced hand, Kirk fished out the square foil, opened it and put it on. slowly, sensuously, he spread her legs. Back on top, he pressed the dry rubber to her wetness, spreading it over the tip. Vanessa’s heart pounded like nothing she had ever felt before. This was it, the moment.
He leaned into her, pushing gently inside. She gasped, filled to the brink. So good. The heat filled her, pulsing. Thrust. Thrust.
Her arms wrapped tightly around him, squeezing his torso. He thrust faster, faster. Each push was a step up, climbing higher to a thin-aired place. Little gasps escaped her as she floated in the darkness, lost to the pleasure. Higher, higher—
Kirk moaned in her ear and stopped, locked in place. He shuddered and gave one last thrust. He pulled out with a grunt; the reservoir tip darkly filled.
Was that it?
That was it.
*****
Back in the library. A heavy feeling in the air, aisles and shelves closing in around her. It was Saturday but she couldn’t sit in the dorm any longer. There was no work to do, no essays to type up, no projects to distract her. No one else she could see in the library either. Vanessa was wracked with dissatisfaction. A hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach, dirty but not in a fun way. An antsy heat lingering below the belt.
Her encounter with Kirk was everything she had hoped for and yet much less. Like many stories, the third act didn’t hold up to expectations. The passion of the casual hookup was there, two semi-acquainted people with no attachments stealing away from a party to make love, classic college experience. Yet it ended so fast. Kirk had his fun, that was sure. Vanessa, however, never got close to finishing. The moment it was over, he had dressed and said they should get back to the quad. No conversation, no exchange of information. No sign of the happy panic attack her indiscretion in the library had brought. But it was done, no changing it.
Vanessa roamed the empty aisles restlessly, last night’s makeup faded on her face, hoping some book would leap out and prove a worthy distraction for her frustrations. Ordinarily, when faced with that dissatisfied feeling, she would steal away to the dorm and bring out Mr. Darcy. But that too rang hollow in the dingy afterglow of their tryst. Perhaps, she had overestimated her own appeal. The Human typo once more.
Blond hair flashed between the rows of books and her heart leaped. Was it? No, not him. Vanessa eased around the corner. No, much better than Kirk. The blond girl in the blue yoga pants. That familiar heat returned to Vanessa’s loins. The girl was dressed in snug shorts and a tank top emblazoned with some popular brand; both accentuated her lean, toned body. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun, casually framing her beautiful face with loose locks. She held a book in her right hand, black-tipped fingers spreading the pale pages. Her other was—Vanessa started—moving rhythmically across her crotch, rubbing herself as she read.
So, she wasn’t the only one who rang Satan’s doorbell in the library. But what should she do? Leave and let the girl finish her business? Watch her? Or make some noise so she would stop? That seemed a little mean. Why not let the girl go?
No, all wrong, she knew.
There may be a singular opportunity here, Vanessa reasoned. Boldly, impulsively, she grabbed a book and dropped it.
Thud.
She replaced the book and went to the next aisle. The girl was still there. She didn’t seem at all alarmed at almost being caught. She smiled easily; red lips and perfect teeth happy to be there.
“Hey.”
“Good book?”
“Yeah, Rochelle, Rochelle,” she said. “Have you read it?”
Vanessa shook her head. Her heart beat harder. The girl was even more beautiful up close; a faint sheen of sweat lingered at her hairline.
“It’s one of my favorites,” the girl said. “It’s about this girl who travels across Europe and discovers her own sexuality. It’s really erotic, you know? Classic. I wore out my copy before I moved here. I’ve been desperate to find a hard copy to read. It’s just not the same on a phone.”
She held the book out to Vanessa, their fingers brushing in the exchange. Vanessa pretended to read the back of the book, her mind reeling from the touch. She was close enough to see the outline of the girl’s nipples through her top. Slick warmth stirred her nethers, moisture collecting, waiting to migrate down and make itself known.
“I’m Brie,” the girl said. It suited her, light and breezy.
“Oh, uh, Vanessa.”
“You spend a lot of time here, don’t you?” Brie asked. “In the library, I mean.”
“Yeah,” Vanessa handed the book back. “I don’t really get out much.”
Brie took the book with her right hand, catching Vanessa’s in her left. Still warm. She held her gaze as she held her hand, squeezing gently.
“You know,” she leaned in, lowering her voice. “Not to spoil the book, but one of my favorite chapters is the one where Rochelle spends the night with this woman she just met. They met in a shop and Rochelle was staring at her through the gap in a dressing room.”
Brie smiled. “I saw you looking at me the other day. And just now. What are we going to do with you, Vanessa?”
“I can’t imagine.”
“I can,” Brie leaned in, her red lips pressing Vanessa’s. She kissed back, heat taking her body wholly. “Vanessa…”
She kissed her again, drinking greedily from her lip’s passion and lust. The world fell away, books fading into darkness as their tongues met. Brie’s hands pulled Vanessa closer, squeezing her waist, then moving down. Vanessa giggled into Brie’s mouth as she cupped her butt. Unsure of what to do with her hands, Vanessa mirrored her. Brie’s butt was firm and round. What else? She couldn’t resist sliding her hand inside, the soft, silky skin of a cheek greeting her.
Brie pressed Vanessa against the shelves, not caring for the books as they shifted and one fell with a thump. Vanessa pulled back, eyes darting around the aisle.
“Shh,” Brie whispered, kissing her ear. “There’s no one here but us.”
Her hand eased around, ruffling Vanessa’s black skirt. She hadn’t changed it since last night. It thrilled her a little; still dirty from her last encounter. How filthy. Vulgar. Brie’s hand was rubbing softly, drawing out that drop of moisture. Her knees shook and she felt Brie raise up her leg for better access, cupping her little breast with the other.
Vanessa buried her face in Brie’s neck, a moan forcing its way out. Her panties were getting wet. Brie pulled them aside, hot, deft fingers touching pink flesh. She really knew what she was doing. Eat your fucking heart out, Kirk.
Ding-dong! Vanessa shook as Brie rubbed, circling her fingers around it before sliding back to the wet opening. She teased, around and around, then gently penetrated her. Vanessa gasped, then giggled. Brie massaged her from the inside, each movement a new pulse of pleasure. She dripped into Brie’s expert hand, breath shortening, muscles seizing. Each minute was a mere second, too short yet timeless. Her legs buckled and she came hard, gasping. The room spun.
Brie smiled and licked her wet fingers. Dots of liquid soaked into the Berber carpet, vanishing among the thousand other anonymous stains. She kissed Vanessa, the strong strange taste of her own mess reawakening her passions. Instinctively, Vanessa knelt before the blond, eyes darting to her shorts and the wealth beneath.
“Oh, I see,” Brie murmured. She glanced around then pulled down her shorts. Her smooth flat stomach was adorned with a simple piercing. She kissed her belly, stalling for confidence. Below, a patch of dark blond hair sat neatly trimmed above her nethers.
You still can’t say it?
God, it was beautiful. Beautiful and powerful, a magnet drawing her closer. She was wet again just seeing it. Brie smiled down at her, encouraging, patient. Vanessa leaned in, tongue out. Contact. She couldn’t stop, faster, passionately, licking, licking. Licking, slurping, carelessly, uninhibited.
“Right there, baby….”
Brie gasped and giggled, gently holding her head, wrapping a toned, sweaty leg around her shoulder, pulling her in, holding her fast. Vanessa shifted, making room to move her hand up to find Brie’s hole. The blond panted under the new effort, athletic legs shaking. Vanessa’s fingers cramped as they curled and uncurled, but unwilling to stop until it was done. The carpet was spotted with the mess escaping her fingers.
“Oh, God!” Brie said. “I-I’m almost…ah, fuck!”
Her whole body tensed around Vanessa, quivering, sending a little rain of sweat down on her face. Brie sank down and sat with Vanessa on the dirty carpet, her face glowing, shorts around her ankles. Sweat soaked through both of their outfits, hair messed beyond repair, and the warm stink of what they had done and felt and lived hung in the air.
Neither of them said anything. The moment was pure, unbroken by mere words. The semester was over and they may never see the other again, so why ask? Why ruin something beautiful and spontaneous; why pluck a perfect flower just to see it die in a vase?
Vanessa, calm, peaceful, slid off her damp panties and pressed them into Brie’s hand, then kissed her hard. She stood and walked away, not glancing back. Brie remained for a moment, but she could hear her get up and leave the aisle. Maybe the blond would remember Vanessa and their encounter, that pure moment between them, maybe not. Vanessa would; years later, after a life lived and some lovers faded from her mind, the girl in the library would always be with her.
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