The Library

This story is for adults only (that means you need to be at least 18 years

old). If you’re under 18, well, you’re reading this at your own risk.

You’ve been warned.

This story contains erotic material. I can’t be held responsible for

what you do while you read it. I do hope you enjoy it however.

The Library

M/F, teens, reality

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“I hate this class,” Mindy huffed, as she plopped her books on the table

in front of me.

It was late at night. Actually, it was somewhere around 2:00 AM. No

one else was in the student center and that’s that way it should have been.

It had been closed for nearly two hours.

I had been working as a security guard for the college Mindy & I

attended, near a large city in the midwest. After my first rounds, just

after midnight, she met me at the guard shack. We had set up a time to

study in the center as an effort to make sure I didn’t fall asleep while on

duty.

“I know,” I replied. “It’s one of hardest at this place, and he’s got

to be one of the strictest professors around. His reading load alone could

drive a guy insane.”

“I can’t believe how many pages he expects us to read. Unbelievable!”

She was nearly in tears.

“Hey, take it easy. It’ll be okay.” To console her, I slid over next to

her on the couch and put my arm around her shoulders.

Mindy and I had met through my roommate and hers. She had recently come

off a very heart-breaking dissolution of a relationship. I happened to be

there for her as she was rebounding.

Mindy is a beautiful girl. Nineteen years old, slightly Reubenesque –

full hips, a wonderful round tummy (but not flabby – no flab on this girl),

large, grapefruit-size breasts. Her alabaster skin was lusciously smooth.

Thick, dark-chocolate hair, usually kept short, and was a delight to touch

and caress topped her ovaline face. If Mindy had a flaw, it was her small

mouth. She would often compensate by using some bold colored lipstick to

cause its appearance to increase.

It was early February, the student center was now quite cool, so she

still had on her winter parka for warmth. Mindy laid her head upon my

shoulder and pouted.

“I don’t wanna study. He’s made me so mad I could spit.”

“Yeah, I know, but if we don’t get at this reading project, we’ll be so

far behind we might as well drop the class. Then you and I both will be

short on credits.”

Mindy looked up at me, stuck out her lower lip to exaggerate her pouty

attitude and said, “Now you’re starting to sound like my mom.”

“I’m just saying…” My voice trailed off as I finally saw the twinkle

in her eyes. I should have known that she was yankin’ my chain, but I

really had come to care for Mindy a great deal. I just wanted the best for

her. Now I knew she was teasing me.

We cracked open the books we both had with us and pretended to read a

bit. After about ten minutes, she leaned up and kissed me on the cheek.

“Thanks for caring,” she said, her voice slipping into its huskier tones.

“It’s one of the things about you that turn me on.”

“Really? There are more endearing qualities about me that have the same

effect?”

“Oh yes, Absolutely.” Mindy sat back a bit and a smile started to

appear, even though I think she was attempting to feign seriousness.

I pressed home my case. “Then, perhaps, if you don’t mind me asking,

you wouldn’t mind telling me a few.”

She closed her book and set it on the floor. She then turned, crossed

her legs underneath her, grabbed both ankles and started in. “Well, first,

there’s your lips; remember, that’s what started this whole thing in the

first place. (I direct you, the reader, to another story I wrote earlier,

called “The Kissing Challenge.” It tells how Mindy & I first got together

and who won the contest.) Then, I’ll add your hands; large and strong, yet

you can make them so tender and gentle. I’ll follow that with your hair. I

just wish you’d grow it out even longer (it didn’t quite touch my shoulders

at that time).”

I baited her just a tad. “Well, so far you’ve covered only physical

features.”

The twinkle in her eye turned brighter. “Oh, sorry, yes; you have a

wonderful personality.”

“Personality? What the heck does that mean?”

She rolled back on her butt, laughing, still gripping her ankles like

she was rocking back and forth. “Ha! Gotcha! I know; ‘personality’ says

nothing, tells you nothing. It’s just something someone says when they

can’t think of anything they like about a person.” She paused. “And that’s

not true about you.”

I blushed just a bit. I do that quite a bit, but maybe a little less

since Mindy came along. Raised in the rural regions of the midwest, I was

very shy, quite conservative and especially bashful around women and girls.

Mindy was doing her best, as one raised in the “big city” to break me of

that.

“No, it’s not true of you at all. You’re so kind to me. No one has

ever treated me as gently as you have. You’re considerate, constantly

asking me how I’m doing, how I feel, what’s going on inside me. I love

that about you.”

“Well, it’s genuine, you know,” I quickly offered, interrupting her flow

in order to stop the torrent of what, to me, were embarrassing compliments.

“That’s easy to tell. I think people can read you so well because

you’re so real all the time. I don’t think you’d know how to ‘fake it’

with somebody.” Her eyes averted down at this moment. “And I really,

really liked the other night.”

Heat rushed over my face at the mention of the first night we’d actually

been together, just the two of us. While my roommate and his girlfriend

got into one of their spats, we took off and ended up steaming up the

windows of my car at the far end of campus. Mindy and I had playfully

challenged each other to a kissing contest, which she won. But my mouth

wasn’t the only thing she kissed that night, so I think I may have “come

off” the winner there!

“It was really great. You’re a wonderful kisser.” I looked up into her

eyes for a moment.

She had lust written all over her face by this time. “Yeah, the kissing

was great, but that’s not what I meant.”

“Oh,” was all I could conjure up to say at the moment. Heat wasn’t the

only thing rising at that moment. Then I saw the clock on the wall behind

her. “Shit, I’ve got to go on rounds real quick. Do you want to wait

here? Or do you want to brave the elements and walk with me?”

Without hesitation, she threw the hood of her parka over her head,

grabbed her books and said, “Let’s go; we don’t want you getting in

trouble.”

The college library was always the last stop on my rounds. It meant

going inside, checking all the exit doors and safety alarms, and getting in

out of the cold for a few minutes. As usual, there were only a few night

lights left on and when Mindy and I walked down one of the rows of books,

the dark was heavy.

“It must get kinda creepy, going into all these buildings this late at

night,” she observed.

“Sometimes,” I responded, “but nothing ever happens here, so it’s not a

big deal.”

“What do you mean by nothing?”

“Just that. It’s really a pretty boring job,” I said.

With that, she reached out, caught the sleeve of my jacket and stopped

me in my tracks. She pulled me in, reached up and kissed me. Kissed me

hard and long. Pulling back slowly, she looked up in my eyes and said

breathily, “So nothing exciting ever happens in here, eh? Maybe we should

change that.”

I stood over her, thought for a minute and said, “You know, this is my

last check point and I don’t have to go on rounds for another two hours.”

“Two hours? That sounds about right.” And she moved in close and kissed

me with such a longing passion I about melted right there. Frosty the

snowman would never have survived with Mindy.

I shed my security paraphernalia, stripped off my winter jacket and laid

it on the floor. We lowered ourselves onto the makeshift blanket. I was

on my knees, bending over, kissing her as she sat with her legs curled up

beneath her. I had her head between my large, farm-kid sized hands,

kissing her hard. Our breath was coming in short gasps in between the

kisses.

She sat up a bit and began to unbutton my shirt. “Uh, Mindy, what are

you doing? We’re right here in the library.”

“Yeah, I know. Isn’t it exciting? Here we are in this place full of

knowledge and I couldn’t help but think of anything else but ‘knowing’

you.” The desire in her voice practically dripped onto the floor. The

emphasis she had placed upon the word “knowing” left little doubt what she

was thinking about.

“I suppose so,” was my midwest bashful response. “But I want you to

know, I’ve never done anything like this before.” By now, my shirt was off

and she was reaching for my belt and fasteners to my jeans. She hesitated.

“Never. You’ve never gone all the way with anyone at all?” she asked.

“Never, not once. The other night with you was as far as I’ve ever

gotten with a girl.” I could barely talk.

“Then you’re in for a treat. You’ll actually learn something in this

library.” With that, she unbuckled my belt, unfastened my jeans, lowered

the zipper and began pulling them down. When they got to my knees, I slide

around, yanked off my boots and slid the pants the rest of the way off. I

sat there in just my boxers.

“Stand up,” Mindy asked. I stood in front of her, my breath really

heavy at this point. Here I was, the college security guard, standing in

just my underwear in the library. Mindy rose up on her knees. She was

still in her clothes and parka. Crawling close to me, she put her hood up

over her head and approached my groin.

Her hands reached out to touch me. “Whoa, your hands are cold!”

“Don’t worry, they’ll get warmed up in just a bit.” With that, her cold

fingers reached around me, grabbed a cheek in each hand and pulled me into

her. Her face nuzzled into my cloth-covered groin. She inhaled deeply.

“I love your scent, Devin. It’s real heady.” Fingers slid into the

waistband and began to pull downward. The elastic got hung up on a

protrusion to the front. Mindy pulled more slowly now and as my cock began

to appear, she breathed in deep. When it finally popped free of its

confines, she was ready.

Mindy always loved to surprise me and she didn’t disappoint this time

either. Taking me all the way into her mouth in one gulp, I grabbed the

back of her hood-covered head and held on. “My god, Mindy, when you do

that I feel so great!” She said nothing, but began to roll her tongue on

the underside of my shaft. I grew even more.

She pulled off to just the head, flicked it with her tongue a few times

and impaled herself again. This continued in a steady rhythm, while she

held onto my butt with each hand. “You were right; your hands are getting

warmer,” I said, looking down on just the top of the parka.

Mindy stopped for a minute, slid her mouth off my cock and peeked up

from under her hood. She had such a wicked little smile as she replied, “I

told you they would. And now the rest of me’s too hot in here and I don’t

know what I’m going to do about it.”

With that not-so-subtle invitation, I sank down to my knees, threw back

her hood and kissed her hard. My hands found the zipper to her coat and

undid it, sliding it over her shoulders and onto the floor. I stopped for

a minute, spread it out next to my jacket and made our “bed” for the

evening. Then, while my hands raced all around her body, touching,

caressing, lightly brushing the fine skin of her face, she unbuttoned her

top. With each button undone, the cleavage between her breasts became more

visible. I had held those stunning mounds but had not seen them that first

night. Now, as I gazed at her from above, I saw what was near perfection.

I guessed them to be about 38s and a large cup. Her silky bra pressed them

up and together so the valley between each one was deep and tight.

My hands cupped her through the material, rotating, rising, placing my

thumbs into that wonderful cleavage. I laid her back to the floor, as she

slid the straps over her shoulders and arms. This allowed me to finally

see the objects of my desire. As each breast ( I have to call them

breasts; they were just too lovely to be referred to as boobs) came out of

its cup, I saw the tiniest little nipples. Mindy barely had any areola

around each nipple. What was there was such a delicately light pink as to

almost be invisible. Each breast ended in a dainty protrusion.

“Mindy, they’re beautiful,” I breathed out.

“Do you really think so? I’ve often thought they were too big.” She

really meant it.

“No, they’re perfect.” I lowered myself to the floor and lay next to

her. With one hand on her right breast, my mouth found the left. I ran my

tongue over it, circling and finally landed with her little bud in my

mouth. As I sucked at it, her chest heaved a bit, making it even easier for

me to pull on her tit with my lips.

During these ministrations to her mammaries, her hand caressed me

through my boxer shorts, which had slid back up over me. It didn’t take

long for her wandering fingers to find the opening to the shorts, reach in

and take my longing cock out. My left hand began to lightly touch her

stomach. Mindy’s tummy is as exquisite as the rest of her: soft, lush,

just rounded enough. Her navel was oval in shape. My fingers found the

top of her jeans and she inhaled at just the right time. Slipping inside

the waist of her pants, my hand went lower. I cupped her mound, gripping

her pussy through her panties. The heat was intense.

“You know, if your hands ever get cold again, you can just slip them

into your pants, right here (I pushed on her lips with my fingers for

emphasis) and they’ll never be cold again.”

She giggled slightly and said, “That might work, but it’d look awful

silly, walking down the campus sidewalks with my hands in my pants.”

I grinned, kissed her some more while her hand continued running up and

down the length of my penis. I brought my hand out and undid her jeans.

She stopped what she was doing for a moment and used both hand to slip out

of her pants, removing both the outer and inner layer. She lay there,

completely nude before me. I raised up on my elbow so I could get a better

look. Mindy had dark pubic hair, but not thick piles of it. It just

covered her lips and only the slightest bit of her mons.

“I could let you take a picture so it would last longer, but I’m afraid

that someone might find it and then who knows what hell might break loose,”

she teased. I leaned down and kissed her deep, pushing my tongue as far

into her mouth as possible. She moaned just a bit and my hand kept up its

roaming, searching all around her tummy, her hips, the sides of her

buttocks. Down her outer thigh and then back up the inner side, just

brushing her pussy and back up to her breasts. I kept this up for a few

moments before she took my hand and placed it directly on her pussy.

She spread her legs a bit for me and I took my middle finger and pushed

in between her moistness. Flicking it in and out from between the lips a

few times, allowing it to become thoroughly covered in her wetness, I

started to slide it into her vagina.

I knew Mindy was no virgin. Stories about her previous boyfriend had

circulated around our little campus and if even ten percent of them were

true, I knew she’d had sex with him several times. I wasn’t afraid of

hurting her, breaking any hymen at all, but I guess I’m just gentle by

nature, so I proceeded with caution.

As my finger began working itself in and out of her oozing quim, her

hand found my cock again and stroked it with more vigor. I continued

sucking her breasts, moving between each one, pulling at her tiny nipples,

licking the delightful valley between. circling and topping each with a

kiss again and again.

My tongue began wandering south, finding her navel and licking it

several times, covering the delicate skin of her tummy with kisses, all the

while allowing my left hand to keep on pushing against her cunt. At last,

my lips had reached her mons venus.

I moved up and over her, slowly spreading her legs before me. I

caresses her hips again and lowered myself so I was eye-to-lips with her. I

could look up over her rounded belly, see her swollen breasts and her head,

seeking to look down at me. Mindy rose up on her elbows to look below.

“What are you going to do?” she asked. There was true inquisition in

her voice.

“I’m going to kiss you down here,” I replied.

“Are you sure you want to do that? I’ve never had anyone kiss my pussy

before.”

“Seriously, never?”

“Never.”

“Well, then just lay back and enjoy. I think you’ll like this.” And I

dove right in. As Mindy put her head back, I watched her stomach shrink

inward with inhalation, her breasts swell with the movement, as my mouth

covered her pussy. My tongue slid in between each of her lips, moving

upward and downward, stopping just for a moment on her clit. I sucked each

lip into my mouth, pulling just a bit, then began the tongue movement

again. I never landed long on her clit, but circled it several times. I

managed to slip my hands under her ass and lifted her up a bit to make for

greater access to her pussy.

Mindy’s hands found the back of my head, grabbed at my hair, ground my

face into herself. She rocked her hips in rhythm to my tongue, letting me

probe as deeply as I could with it. I continued watching her breathing,

her breasts. I could feel the strength of her thighs squeezing my head

between her legs. She kept pressing my face harder and faster into her. I

knew she was close. At that moment, I sucked her clit into my mouth,

flicked it quickly with my tongue and she froze. Her hips raised up,

straining with the orgasm that was flooding through her. I stopped and

froze my tongue on her clit for just a moment.

As she slowly came down and I began to move my tongue and mouth off her

pussy, she grabbed me one more time, tight and held me there again. “Oh

god, another… and another little one. Oh my, I’ve never felt that

before.” She sounded exhausted.

After a few moments, and I had moved up next to her, she opened her eyes

and looked at me. I gazed into her eyes and didn’t say a word. I just

smiled a little smile and she smiled back.

She broke the silence first. “Oh, now look what you’ve done. You’ve

made me forget all about you, silly.”

“Now, we wouldn’t want that, would we,” I retorted. She grabbed my cock

in her hand and began stroking it again. Rolling my balls in her fingers

on occasion, I just laid back and enjoyed the sensation. While she kept

this up for a bit, I fully expected the treatment I had received the other

night, when she gave me my first blow job in the car. That wasn’t Mindy’s

style, however.

Mindy laid back, releasing my cock for a moment. “Come up here, Devin.”

I raised myself up and watched her part her legs, knees bent slightly.

“You want me to lay on top of you?”

“Yes, silly boy. How else do you think this is going to happen?” She

had such a mischievous smile on her face.

“Mindy, I don’t know. I’ve never gone all the way before; you know

that. And unless you’re on birth control, I don’t have anything with me.”

“It’s okay; I’ve got this covered.” Only much later in our relationship

did I discover that Mindy, as any good catholic girl would, didn’t use

birth control. She just used the rhythm method. Dangerous, risky, but

exciting and au natural!

I moved in the space between the pillars of her legs. My eyes never

left hers. She took my cock in her hand and slowly guided it to that

marvelously moist spot between her thighs. When my penis’ head was at her

lips, she began flicking it up and down to get it covered in her wetness.

After a few flicks, when she figured I was ready, she raised her hips up

invitingly.

“Come on in.” Her eyes were at half-mast.

I pushed slowly, ever so slowly. Knowing I wouldn’t be breaking a

cherry didn’t matter. It was my cherry that was being taken and I wanted

it to last as long as it could. Bit by tiniest bit, my hardness entered

her. When I was finally immersed into the warm recesses of her love for

me, I just held still.

“Your eyes are closed tight, sweetie. I hope it’s good,” she asked.

“Mm-hmm,” was all I could moan through clenched teeth. “I’ve never felt

anything like it before. I just hope I can stand it.”

“Don’t worry about it, lover. Let it flow over you.”

At that bit of prompting, I slowly withdrew until the head was barely at

her entrance again. This time, not needing to move so slowly, I plunged my

cock home. She raised her hips even higher at that. “Fuck me,” she said.

“Fuck me for your first time.”

So I did. I don’t remember how long I lasted. Probably not all that

long. Most guys will agree with me. The first time is so unique and

unbelievable. All that velvety wetness; all that youthful tightness.

“It’s okay to come inside me,” she let me know.

“Okay, ‘cuz I think I’m about to.” Then it hit me. If I thought the

orgasm from the night previous was something, it was “Orgasm Lite” compared

to the rush that hit me then. I buried myself into Mindy as deeply as I

could. Her pussy reached out as if to engulf me further. Her hands

grabbed my hips and pulled me to her. After several shots of my semen had

hit the back of her vagina, I nearly collapsed on top of her. She held me

tight, curled her legs up and around my thighs, holding me inside of her. I

could feel myself shrinking, starting to come out of her.

“Wait,” she said quietly. “Don’t move just yet.” So I lay on top of her

without moving, holding my full weight on my arms and knees. I began to

feel a sensation I was unsure of.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

Looking directly into my eyes, she said, “I’m milking you.”

Now, having been raised in the country of the midwest, I knew what

milking was all about and I didn’t think this was quite it. “What do you

mean?”

“Just hold still and you’ll see.” That twinkle was back in her eye.

Mindy was using the muscles in the walls of her pussy to squeeze my now

limp and dripping cock repeatedly. I hadn’t slipped out of her entirely

and could feel her clasping the head of my dick just inside the opening of

her pussy. As she kept up this process, I could feel life returning to my

groin.

“Mindy, that’s incredible. I think I’m getting hard again.”

“That’s the plan, Stan.” And she squeezed me tighter still.

As blood engorged my penis again, I began to push into her more. The

sensation, while not as strong as the first time, was still amazing, since

the head of my cock was just recovering from it’s first orgasm. Soon, I

was nearly back to full strength and moving with a harder, steadier rhythm

than the first. Now Mindy kept her legs around me, hands on my arms and I

leaned over her. I held eye contact. I didn’t want to lose eye contact.

Somehow, getting lost in her dark, dark brown eyes made the fucking of her

that much better.

“Now, if you don’t mind,” she said slowly, “pull out.”

“You mean when I cum?”

“No, pull out now, for just a moment. I want to change positions.”

I reluctantly withdrew my cock, my balls aching for another go. She

gently moved me aside and then instructed me to lay on my back.

Seductively, she started at my feet and with tender kisses along my legs,

worked her way upward. I pulled my head up and watched this sexy minx,

seeking to devour me.

I figured she’d just pass by my sex-smeared member, but when she got to

it, she did what she was so adept at: she engulfed it with her mouth in one

gulp. All the way. (I had never measured myself; I never felt the need. I

was plenty big enough, or so I figured. Later on, much further into our

relationship, when we were both much more secure in things of this nature,

Mindy measured me – seven and a half inches long from pubic bone to tip and

a bit over three inches in circumferece. not that size mattered to her.

She taught me how to use my cock to her great delight… and mine!)

“Do you like the taste of us mingled all over me?” I asked.

She looked up at me, never once taking me out of her mouth. She nodded,

hummed a simple agreement and began moving her head up and down on me.

With one of her hands, she began rolling my balls around, occasionally

taking her middle finger and pressing on that wonderful sweet spot at the

very base of my cock. After several minutes of this, she slowly withdrew

me from her mouth and began her trail of kisses upward. I’d never had

anyone lick my nipples. I can’t say it was the best, but after all the

other sensations I’d been receiving, it was pleasurable.

At last, she was astride me, kissing my face, my eyes, my cheeks, my

neck, my mouth. During the kisses, I could sense her reach down between

her legs, which straddled mind. Grasping my now fully erect cock, she

guided it to her moistness for a second time. She rose up just slightly,

and then lowered herself onto me. I gasped.

“I thought you’d like this one,” she said, again with the loving twinkle

in her eye.

A steady rhythm began with her hips rising and falling upon me. If I

pulled my head up just slightly, I could see the shaft of my penis between

her legs and she rose up, nearly letting me fall out of her softness. Then

she began moving more quickly and firmly. With each downstroke, our flesh

began making slight fapping sounds, as her cheeks contacted my things and

balls. Soon, she leaned up toward my face.

“Kiss me, kiss me now,” she said with urgency.

So I did. Hard, almost rough. My tongue shot into her mouth and she

tried to fight past mine to push her tongue into me. Her hips were now

moving in an almost frenzied motion. Her mons was grinding into mine, even

as she thrust herself up and down on my shaft. Her arms laid heavy upon my

shoulders, her hands on either side of my head, her tongue darting in and

out of my mouth.

It hit her hard, when she came. I could feel her tense up, her hips

stopped their pumping and just landed hard on me. Her hands were squeezing

my head, her tongue came out of my mouth and there was a long inhalation of

breath.

“Oh my,” she managed.

As she started to come down that slow decline from peaking, she realized

that I had not cum yet. With that, her hips began again in earnest, her

muscles plying their fine art of milking and squeezing. It didn’t take

much of that. I grabbed her ass in both hands and ground her down hard,

while at the same time, thrusting as deep into her as I could, pushing with

my heels to help facilitate the thrust.

My teeth clenched, my body tense, I grunted quite loudly.

“I’ll have to ask you to please be quiet or you’ll need to leave the

library,” she teased.

“Yes, ma’am, I’ll try. But when your getting sucked dry twice by the

head librarian, it ain’t easy to be quiet.”

We lay there for a bit longer, my dick finally quietly plopping out of

her. She didn’t move and I could feel some of my cum rolling down my

balls.

She moved down off me, took my shrinking penis into her mouth, cleaning

me up. then she licked my balls clean too. When she looked up at me, she

had a slight dribble on her cheek. I wiped at it with my finger, as she

smiled.

“Let’s study more often, shall we?” The twinkle in her eye said it all.

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