[FM] late nights at the law school library [part 3]

Follow up from [part 2!](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/skgk9f/fm_late_nights_in_the_law_school_library_part_2/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=mweb)

As we’re leaving the library, I notice that his whole demeanor has shifted. He seems…nervous? Flustered? He can’t seem to decide where he should be walking – directly next to me? If so, how close? Again, I’ve never really considered myself sexy, but I could really get used to this feeling. This is also the first time I become acutely aware of the height difference. He’s so much taller than I am that even if he wanted to look over at me innocently, he gets a birds eye view right down my dress.

To be honest, I deserve an Oscar for this performance. I am chatting away about nothing, knowing that if I let myself succumb to him now, I’ll lose all the ground I’ve made. I’ve gotta make him work for it, and no matter what, I can’t let him see me naked tonight. I know I’ve got a good handle on the situation and I know that if I can make him wait one more night, I’ve won. The problem is that I very desperately want him tonight. I can feel myself getting wet just thinking about it – and it’s going to take every ounce of my self control to not invite him up to my place.

[FM] Late nights in the law school library [part 2]

Here’s [part 1!](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/sk6egn/fm_late_nights_in_the_law_school_library_part_1/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=mweb)

Once again, I know it’s kinda vanilla and slow-burning, but I know some of you dig it :)

I went home that night after studying, crawled into bed and gazed silently up at my ceiling – replaying it over and over again in my head. Was this wishful thinking? Maybe it’s arrogant of me to assume he was staring. And the smirk? Maybe that’s just his face. Maybe best to let it go – or maybe best to try and get some definitive proof. The plan was to meet up again at the library tomorrow night – so I had time to decide how to play this. I felt myself fall asleep, recounting again and again how it felt when his eyes landed on my tits; how my nipples reacted excitedly, and the potent mix of nerves, embarrassment, and desire that washed over me.

[FM] Late nights in the law school library [part 1]

So I’m the first to admit that this is perhaps more vanilla than this sub usually gets, but I still get off thinking about this whole saga; so I’m hoping there’s someone else who appreciates this extremely slow burn vanilla stuff, haha. Let me know if you want to hear the rest of it :) also very open to any feedback on *how* I’m telling the story!


I’ve never considered myself sexy, or really even flirty. I’m pretty short, mousy brown hair, and a face that I’m pretty happy with. I also have 34Gs that look a little bit silly on my short frame – but I like them. I’m from small town rural America and didn’t have my first kiss until I went off to college. Those from small towns know it’s sometimes just not worth it to mess around in such a small and fraught dating pool.

I did fine in college – didn’t really struggle with finding guys (and the occasional girl) who were down, but I wouldn’t say I had any mind-blowing sexual experiences in college.