I was sitting in the library, supposedly studying my physics, when suddenly this story dawned on me. I really have no idea where it come from because I was studying work and potential energy, neither of which has to do with sex. In fact, it's a safe thing to say that physics itself is not a very sexy subject.
But perhaps that's why I thought of it. My mind was like, "Dear Lord, we need to do something else now."
And then we did.
I'm not sure who first came up with the idea--it was a muddle of drunkenness. I do know that Devon, I, and a group of seven friends were all playing "I Never" at some anonymous house party somewhere along the main party street near campus when I came up with, "I never had sex in the library."
All my friends drank, leaving Devon and I glowering at each other as though it was the other one's fault that neither of us had thought of it before now. We were already pretty far gone, having drank at almost every suggestion, including things like, "I never had sex when there was someone else in the room not participating," and "I never ate food off someone else's body while they were tied to my sister's bed and blindfolded." (That one wasn't exactly fair because Jen KNEW that had happened and so had made it as specific to Devon and I as possible while the rest of our friends whistled and cheered.)
As our friends took long gulps of their beers, Devon said to me, "You know, we need to do that."
"The fourth tier is the sex tier," said Steve. "The way the shelves are arranged makes it the optimal sex spot."
"But you gotta be quick about it," slurred a random drunk passing by. "They almost caught me once." He began laughing maniacally and was pulled off by a blonde girl whose look plainly expressed, "Less talking, more tonsil hockey."
The details from that point on are blurry, but someone mentioned it would be awesome to be able to have sex on one of the two big oak tables always overrun by the foreign engineering students in the periodical room.
It was a mutual decision, I know that at least. We decided we would go the library approximately an hour before closing, hide somewhere until everyone left, and then do the deed on the big oak tables (and perhaps other places).
Surprisingly, unlike other drunken ideas that seem wonderful when intoxicated but rather stupid in the light of day, Devon and I were both as psyched for our idea when we got over our hangovers as we had been when we were drunk. We had to give it some more though, though, before we decided to pull it off.
We discussed briefly the occurrence of cameras. The last thing we wanted was to be in the police blotter in the paper-this is my mother's alma mater and she subscribes to our on-campus paper because she was the editor her senior year.
"I know someone who works in the library. She has a sense of humor--I'll ask her," said Devon.
Shortly thereafter, we made plans for the next Friday night, having discovered that the cameras were positioned only at certain doors. The other doors had locks on them but could be exited from the inside with no trouble. The library was designed that way so certain professors could stay after the library closed and leave without causing a ruckus, although hardly anyone ever does that.
"I can't believe you're actually going through with this," said Jen, Friday afternoon as we walked past the periodical room towards our favorite study spot.
"Yeah, well, you know Devon and I," I said, laughing.
She chuckled. "I certainly do. I still can't believe the way I met you guys. Or that I even still TALK to you."
As we sat down, I put my hand on her thigh, "You up for another round? We could always find a place for an extra pair of ... lips ..."
Without batting an eye, Jen smiled and answered, "This is you and Devon's thing. Maybe another round some other time, but I'm not as kinky as you guys."
"Not as kinky, but kinky enough," I answered.
She covered my hand with hers and said, "Not today."
I laughed and withdrew it.
At precisely 11:30 p.m., Devon and I walked into the library, bookbags innocently slung over our shoulders, no indication that we were doing anything but spending a half an hour cramming before the library closed. Perhaps we looked a bit suspicious in the library on a Friday night, me with my skirt up to there and Devon dressed in his typical preppy style. But no one bothered us and we sauntered in like we owned the place.
We climbed the stairs to the third floor and found our way to the back. We seated ourselves at a table and looked carefully around-no one. Good. We sat extremely still and listened to the sounds of the library around us. Rustling books far off; footsteps on the cheap red carpet, muffled but audible. We quietly scribbled obscene notes back and forth in my Calculus notebook as we waited for the time to tick by.
At 11:50, a soft female voice entered our consciousness. "The library will be closing in ten minutes. It will reopen tomorrow for its regular Saturday hours at eight a.m."
Ten more minutes passed was Devon filled a page with exactly what he was going to do to me once we were sprawled across the table, when the voice came on again. "The library is now closing." She repeated the same information and I whispered, "I didn't even know the library had a speaker system," as we quickly gathered our books.
We slipped up from the table and into the women's bathroom. We debated for a moment as to whether to leave the light on or turn it off.
Devon said to leave it off-if it's on, the person might look in the stalls. I answered, "It's the library, not the Pentagon. Besides, you're going to try and stick your fingers where they don't belong if we stand here in the dark."
In the end, he won out-I really, really didn't want to get caught. "I'll keep my hands to myself, " he promised, but I saw a gleam in his eye right before the lights went out and we herded ourselves into the largest stall to wait it out.
Ten minutes went by as I stared at the glow from Devon's watch. My legs were getting cramped, but I wasn't about to sit on the nasty floor-who knows the last time it was cleaned?-and knowing my luck, I would have plopped my behind through the hole in the toilet seat if I tried sitting there.
We heard footsteps approaching and a faint off-key humming. We heard the creaking of the men's bathroom door, and a *click* as the light went off. We held our breath as the footsteps came closer.
Just as the door creaked open and a sliver of light pierced the darkness, Devon's hand reached up the back of my skirt so that he was firmly gripping my naked ass. I could hear his mental laughter echoing in my brain-he knew I couldn't say a thing and I was too afraid of being caught to move away from him.
Standing there with my left ass cheek in Devon's hand, my eyes vainly searched the darkness for an answer to why the sliver of light wasn't getting either bigger or smaller. Just then, the light switched on, then a "hmph" as my stomach jumped into my throat, then it was dark again.
Devon continued kneading my ass as the door thumped shut quietly and the footsteps receded.
When the second hand on his watch had returned to its previous position, I grabbed his arm and hauled it out of my skirt. He started chortling quietly to himself.
"I don't even have to say anything, do I?" I hissed in mock anger.
"No." He continued his quiet sputters of laughter that tapered off into quietness.
Truth be told, whenever we do something new like this, the more mischievous Devon get, the more arousing it is for me. I was feeling it already and wished he would put his hand back.
But we stood thinking our own thoughts until his watch proclaimed it to be 12:35.
"Do you think that's enough time for them to put back all the rest of their books and lock up and go home?" I asked.
"We should give it another ten minutes, I think, just to be safe," Devon answered.
But we were much more relaxed. To keep ourselves occupied, I reached up his shirt and started playing with his nipples.
As much as I love to see Devon writhing underneath me, there's something about darkness that makes you more aware of each other. Instead of seeing his face take on that familiar look, I had to imagine it. I could hear his breathing catch every time I raked my nail across his hardening nipple. I imagined his eyes shut tight, his focus on my hand and where it was going. Squeezing the left then moving to the right-I could feel his body shifting, barely. We began to rub knees, then thighs, until I could feel his groin against me.
He abruptly said, "Time to rock and roll," and pulled away from me.
He grabbed my hand and we crept quietly out of the bathroom into the relative darkness of the library.
It didn't look much different at night as it did in the day. The moon was bright and streaming in through the window across the room we were in. We stood outside the bathroom for a moment. I jumped as the door finished swinging shut and thumped quietly.
"Sorry. Um, door. Scared me."
"It's ok. Shhh. Do you hear anything?"
We stood there for a few moments, but it was completely quiet.
"Let go," he whispered.
He led the way, pulling me along by the hand. We went quickly through the third floor, listening for noises, looking for sign of life. Hearing none and seeing none, we hurried down to the second floor and did our quick perusal there. From the second floor, we could see all of the first floor that wasn't locked, so we ran up to the fourth floor and looked around.
"Anyone in the tiers is going to be doing the same thing we are," he whispered in my ear, "so we don't have to worry about those."
"Ready then?" he asked. I could feel my answer between my legs as my wetness moistened the inside of my thigh. I nodded. "Now or never," he said.
Timid at first, but then with louder and louder voices, we said, "Hello? Is anyone there? Anyone at all?"
We listened for a reply, holding our breath, hoping for none. "Is anyone there? We fell asleep studying and don't know how to get out! Anyone?" I shouted down the stairs.
Darkness and silence answered us. The library stretched on around us, big and silent and enticing. The darkness and the solitude made my heart beat faster as we shattered it with our words.
After calling for several minutes and hearing no reply, we decided it was safe. We quickly piled our bookbags in an anonymous corner, took off our shoes and socks, and padded barefoot out into the biggest room on the fourth floor.
Devon grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me around. We locked in an embrace, kissing passionately, as we backed up slowly to one of the small rectangular tables. His tongue flicked in and out of my mouth, mimicking the rhythmic movements of sex, as we came to a stop with my backside against a table.
Not lightening up on the mouth-to-mouth contact, Devon slipped his hands up the backside of my skirt again, and wrapped his hands hard around my ass cheeks, pulling them apart and kneading them with his hands. He squeezed them and pushed them up and down, as his tongue explored my mouth deeper and deeper. He then broke the kiss and lifted me up and onto the table.
He hiked my skirt up to expose my pantyless crotch. He pushed my knees apart further than they were, as I grabbed my skirt and held it up at my belly.
"Just think," he said, kissing my inner thigh. "Right here is where some student will be studying tomorrow. He won't know what happened tonight."
I giggled, moaning and squirming, trying to get him closer to where I wanted him.
"Right now, here you are, all spread-eagled on the table, your pussy so dripping wet," he switched thighs and began to kiss the other one with the same amount of fervor, licking up and down my leg. "And all I want to do is take my dick and fuck you right here on the table." He moaned into my leg and I lifted my right hand to try and guide him to my cunt.
But he wasn't having any of that, and pulled back, acting like he was idly tracing designs on my legs. My center was on fire with desire, as he said, "But I won't because we're going to do that later. Right now, I think I'm just going to tease you." He made a figure eight with his index finger on my right thigh, as I bucked and squirmed under his touch. He moved closer to where I wanted him to be, and traced along my outer lips, kneading the smoothly shaved skin with his light touch.
He moved his hand up and caressed my entire belly with his hand, then came back down to tease the other lip. Gentle circles, slow kneading. I thrust my hips towards him and he looked me in the eye. "God, you're beautiful," he said.
The line never failed to elicit a response from me, and I could feel my response as my wetness seeped from my cunt and down my asscrack. "If you really thought I was beautiful," I managed to gasp out, "you'd lick my cunt."
"Oh, but I do think you're beautiful," he murmured, then moved towards my glistening pussy, "so I think I will do just that."
His tongue found its way between my lips first, and he licked up one side, tasting me gently as I squirmed. He licked down, then up between the other pair of lips, then quickly plunged his tongue into my cunt. "Fuck, Devon," I moaned, as his tongue quickly came out again, licking between each pair of lips. "My clit, lick it, Devon, lick my clit."
He used his fingers to spread my lips wide and pull apart the folds of skin until I could feel the cool library air against my engorged clitoris. "Look at it," he mumbled, "so pink and so ready." He ran his index finger across it and I writhed at the touch.
"Yes," I groaned.
He plunged a finger into my cunt again, then pulled it out and rubbed it over my nub. Then he moved his hands away and placed his tongue where his finger left off.
Slowly his tongue moved at first, and I basked in the touch, just the pure friction of his rough tongue against my aching parts. Into my pussy, then over my clit, back and forth, quicker and quicker, until he slipped one finger inside of me and focused his tongue on the most sensitive part of my whole body.
In and out went his finger, joined by a second, as his tongue licked faster and faster and drove me to moaning his name at random moments. I looked down to see his tongue flickering in and out of his mouth just as he pushed his two fingers in to find my g-spot. He continued his licking as he crooked his fingers back towards himself and rubbed me from the inside.
The pressure of being rubbed from the inside and licked on the outside at the same time became too much. My orgasm started somewhere just past his fingers and shuddered its way through my vagina until it reached the little nub he was licking. My hips bucked into the air and I squeezed down on his fingers as I came, but he never let up on his licking. My body shuddered and finally came to rest. He pulled away.
I lay there, sprawled on the library table as he stood over me. "Mmm," I said.
"I completely agree," he answered, having a seat at a chair in an awkward manner that only made his erection more apparent.
"Hey, pull that thing out," I said, still feeling sluggish from the afterglow.
He obliged, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He pulled them and his boxers down, until his erection was staring me down.
"Mmm, I'd love to just climb onto that thing and squeeze you to orgasm," I said, lazily.
"And believe me, it wouldn't take very much of that at all," Devon said, "but it's not time for the oak tables yet. Come on."
He pulled me up and I took off after him, my skirt still hiked up and his erection bobbing over the top of his pants. He headed back to where our bookbags were and rifled around for a moment, as I tried to somehow straighten myself out. I decided against it, seeing as in a few minutes, I would be pinned to a large oak table and it would really matter what my clothing looked like anyway.
Devon found what he was looking for-his digital camera. "One for the photo album," he said.
"Oh, you thought to bring it!" I exclaimed. "What a good boy." We certainly do have an extensive photo album, one that would probably get us deeply in trouble with a lot of people, including his ex-girlfriend and Jen, who didn't know that we took pictures of her during our threesome, which is why it's under lock and key (or at least, password protected) on both of our desktops.
As he stood up, I reached for his engorged penis, and he said, "No, don't touch it--" but my hand gripped it, and he quickly changed his mind. "OK, touch it, mmm, touch it harder." I rubbed up and down his shaft for a couple seconds, then squeezed his head as he wobbled a bit on his knees.
I pushed him down into the chair that was behind him, then got down on my knees and swiftly took his cock into my mouth.
I swirled my tongue around, then took my mouth off and licked from the base up to the top and then back down again. I looked up at him and his head was thrown back, the camera not entering his thoughts anymore. I sucked him into my mouth, deeper and deeper, then pulled all the way off until I was just swirling my tongue over his head. I did it once more, but he was already on the edge of orgasm, and I gave a good hard suck as I pushed him as far back into my throat as I could get.
He moaned, "Raven," as he quivered and shook. I tasted his come in my mouth and swallowed hard against its spurts. Sucking and swallowing, I let him empty himself into my mouth. His dick went flaccid in my mouth and I sat back, rocked back, and then laid down on the floor, legs splayed out wide.
"Mmm," he said, opening his eyes and looking down on me. "And that's definitely a sight I don't mind opening my eyes to after a blow job." He eyed my cunt again, and said, "You know, I'm thinking it's time for the oak table."
He offered me his hand and dragged me to a standing position. We took off for the stairs, running past the shelves of books and the table where I was sprawled moment before. We headed down to the third floor.
When we got to the entrance to the room, it was a solemn moment for the two of us. We stood looking at it, and I whispered, "I can't believe we're actually going to do this."
"Drinking is fun," he said back to me, and we started laughing. "Come on."
We went into the room and there they were-the big oak tables. I'd never seen them bare of books and papers and pencils before, but there they were, dark and gleaming in the moonlight shining down from the big window high on the wall above.
"Take off your clothes," he said, but he didn't have to-I was already unbuttoning my shirt and pulling my skirt over my hips. My bra joined both on the floor in a heap.
He was down to his boxers when I ran across to the table and laid face down on the cool wood. "Mmm," I said. "This thing is great." Then I had an idea. "Wait, wait!" I said. "Take a picture of me here."
I got up on all fours, and turned around to look at him. "Wait, no," I said, not satisfied with the picture. I spread my legs further apart and then sat up so that I was balancing with one hand against the table. I arched my back, and spread my pussy lips wide for the camera. I swiveled my head so I was looking at it and gave a coy, innocent smile, as Devon snapped the picture.
"Here, one of me," he said, his dick already started to spring to life again.
He laid down on his right side and stretched across the table, his penis pointing halfway at the table, halfway at me. His arm propped his head up, and he put his other hand to his mouth in an, "oops, I'm naughty!" expression. We laughed heartily as soon as I snapped the picture.
"One for those of our friends who wouldn't mind the picture," I said, thinking specifically of Jen.
"You're thinking of Jen, aren't you?" he said. "You have quite the little crush."
"Well, at least she knows it-she said she might join us for another go," I said.
"Join *us*?" he asked. "The little 'straight' girl didn't seem to be interested in much dicking that night."
I laughed and said, "I know."
I placed the camera on the shelf across the way and set the minute timer. I ran back to Devon, who had sat straight up on the edge of the table and crossed his ankles. I swung my legs over his lap, crossing them to hide his penis, then folded my hands across my chest. His hand rested right on the outside of my crotch just as the *click* echoed throughout the big room.
"That's going to be a good one," I said, and went back to turn the camera off. "I can't believe we're in here!" I said, skipping back.
"OK, are you a giddy schoolgirl or a naughty one?" he asked. "Because if you're just going to be giddy, it's going to be rough going."
I answered him, "Oh, I'm going to be naughty now. The skipping was just because I CAN'T BELIEVE WE'RE ACTUALLY IN HERE!"
He rolled his eyes and stepped towards me to kiss me.
"Ah!" I put my hand up. "Actually, I don't think I'm a schoolgirl tonight. No ..." I thought for a moment. "I'm a schoolteacher and YOU are my naughty schoolboy."
"Really?" he murmured. "I like the sound of that."
"Yes, and you are here," I said, sitting myself up on the table, "because you didn't hand in your homework today."
"I didn't?" he asked, running his hand up my thigh.
"Yes," I answered, "and that is a completely inappropriate gesture for a schoolboy towards his schoolteacher."
"Is it?" he didn't stop.
I smiled. "So I think that a punishment is in order." I hopped down and said, "Bend over my desk."
He obliged, leaning over the table and stretching his hands out.
"Further," I said.
Devon leaned forward further and placed his firmly erect dick carefully onto the table.
"Ah, good," I said. I kneaded his ass with my fingers, first one cheek, then the other one. "Such a naughty boy," I said. "Are you ready to be punished?"
"Oh, yeah," he said, bracing himself against the table.
I pulled my hand back, and then began raining down a serious of firm spanks on his naked, upturned ass. The muscles in his back and legs tensed and relaxed with each *smack* of my hand. "Shame on you," I said, covering first one cheek and then the other with my hand spread wide. His ass bounced and jiggled under my hand as he fought to keep from being too tense against my blows.
"Oh, God, Raven," he moaned through gritted teeth. He leaned over farther, putting more weight on the table. I slapped my own rhythm on his naked ass, first one side, then the other. He was squirming.
I stopped abruptly.
"Did you like that?" I asked him.
"Fuck, yeah," he said, breathing hard.
My cunt was leaking down my leg again. "So did I," I told him. Then I climbed onto the table and turned over. "Fuck me."
That's all it took. Devon got that wild look in his eyes that he always get right before one of our really good, hard lovemaking sessions. He climbed onto the table and onto me.
He took my mouth against his and began kissing me as his fingers pinched my nipples and his penis ground into my thigh. I groaned against him in protest, but he kept it up, then sat back. He slapped my right breast with his left hand, making me yelp and squirm. He grabbed my knees roughly and stretched me wide open. He positioned his dick just outside my cunt.
"I'm going to fuck you now," he said. "Hard and fast. Hold on."
He plunged his cock into me, just as he said he would, hard and fast. I moaned as it filled me up and he pinned me to the table, his arms on either side of my head for balance. I grabbed onto his wrists as he pulled out and plunged back in over and over, shaking his and my bodies. I writhed against him, pushing my hips at him as he fucked his dick hard into my cunt.
"Oh, God, Devon," I moaned, then pushed him up. He sat up and then rolled to the side as I pulled myself on top of him. He was lying on his back now, as I sat down on his cock, then began to raise and lower myself, slowly at first, then faster and faster as I gripped his dick in my hot, wet pussy. I dropped myself down two more hard times before climbing off of him, getting on all fours, and waiting for him to scramble up to meet me.
He drove his dick into my once more and I braced myself against the slippery oak table. I kept my pussy tipped up for easy access, but lowered my body to give us more leverage.
Devon's grunts were becoming more strained and less coherent. There was a "Ra--ugh--ven--" every couple thrusts or so, but I could tell he was close. One hand gripped my stomach suddenly and the other raked across my clitoris. I jumped and moaned as he stroked me at the same time as pounding into me.
We came at the same instant, me squeezing his cock with all my strength and him pinching my clit almost painfully as we shuddered and shook together. He emptied himself into me as my orgasm squeezed and pulsated inside of me until our movements tapered off and we fell apart.
We lay for a moment, in a heap on the big oak table until he started laughing. I quickly joined in, not even having to ask.
"I think we should come study here next week," he said.
"I totally agree," I answered, laughing even more.
After our laughter turned to chuckles and the chuckles to giggles, I asked, "What are we going to do now?"
"Well, get out of here, for one thing."
"Well, go home and fuck, of course."
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