The fourth floor of the Rutherford Library was nearly dead. It was usually quiet, anyways, but the Friday before Reading Week and it was even quieter. I passed one girl studying, headphones in, head buried in her notebook in her little private cubicle. I continued over to the old chairs and couches that were so old and musty and had probably never been cleaned since being installed when the library was built. But there was Jessica, cross-legged on the couch, reading her textbook.
“Starting your Reading Week early?” I said to get her attention. She looked up at me with her big brown eyes and smiled at me.
“Hey! How was psych class?”
“Pretty boring,” I replied, “What’s up?”
“I need your dick,” she said rather loudly for a library.
I should probably give you a bit of backstory before continuing. This was third-year university. I was 19, Jessica was 20. We both dated around, but had been friends with benefits since meeting during the winter semester of our first year. We had classes together, occasionally, and worked together on projects and supported each other through our undergrad. We also helped each other out sexually whenever the other was in a dry spell. She was a cute, little thing. 5’2”, maybe 100lbs., and long dark hair. She was originally from Romania and had very striking features. Perky, B-cup tits, tight little waist, and firm, cute ass that looked incredible in the tight yoga pants she would often wear.