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   The Start Pt.  10: Photo Booth

   Teasing the geeks at college again.

   After my steps show, I was in a sexy exhibitionist mood, craving
attention.

   Dressing after my shower, I chose a sheer blouse with a lacy half bra
that slightly exaggerated my cleavage, the dark of my nipples evident in
the right light.  I topped it off with a cardigan draped over my shoulders
in case I attracted too much attention, although I wasn't sure if there was
such a thing.

   Choosing a light grey pleated skirt, short, just above mid-thigh, I
picked out a dark pair of thong panties, which would show under the light
skirt, the same way white panties show under a black one.  The hemline
showed a generous amount of flesh, sitting just far enough below my cheeks
to be decent if I didn't bend and was careful while sitting.

   I'd picked it out thinking about the spiral steps to the study hall
where the neighbour and his geek voyeur friends lurked, knowing the bottom
curve of my cheeks would come into view as I climbed them.  The study hall
and library should also be fun as when I sat.  My skirt would ride high
over my thighs.  Who knows who might be trying to catch a glimpse?

   Walking briskly across the campus, I enjoyed the feeling as the breeze
flicked the hemline up, the skirt flipped over my cheeks, briefly exposing
my panties, and the admiring glance from male students made me wish I was
bare underneath.

   As usual, my neighbour and his computer club friends were gathered near
the bottom of the stairs.  I gave him a smile which he returned shyly, and
then I walked up.  I didn't need to turn around to know I had admirers.

   Stopping a few steps above head height, I pretended to fiddle with my
book bag, glancing over my shoulder.  I could see all eyes were in my
direction.  Heads turned slightly to get a better view of my skirt
secretly. I swapped my bag to my other side and 'accidentally' caught the
hem of my skirt on it, feeling my skirt ride up and over the bottom of my
cheeks as I hooked it back over my shoulder.  As I continued to climb, I
gently tugged on the bag, my pleated skirt creeping up over my bare legs
until my upper thighs gave way to exposed cheeks.  I looked back at the top
of the stairs and gave them a little wave.

   The study hall was adjacent to the small library, I preferred the
library in town, as it was a day away from college and obviously, I had
other reasons to favour it.

   Sitting at one of the library desks, I spread out my books.  The seats
were the generic 'school' type, and I could feel the lower part of my
buttocks uncovered under me as the skirt rode up my smooth-toned runner's
legs, which I liked showing off.

   Glancing down to my hemline and up again, I could tell that if I hitched
it up just a little more and opened my knees, my panties would be showing
too.  The thin material was pulling tight, riding up in a camel toe as I
squirmed, the shape of my pussy showing through it.

   The geek club, as I'd named them, minus my neighbour, had coincidentally
appeared and miraculously found seats opposite to me and were making it no
secret they were staring at my legs, although they thought they were being
subtle.

   I pretended to lean to my bag at the side of my seat, stretching out one
leg and opening my thighs.

   Glancing over, I knew they'd seen my panties because it had killed the
little chatter between them.  Getting up from my seat, I walked to a set of
shelves just behind me and pretended to browse the books.

   Looking back over my shoulder, I could see them leaning to check out my
legs and backside as I stretched up to reach a book I didn't need.  Knowing
they'd probably had an eyeful as I'd stood out of my seat, I was enjoying
the attention, my panties slightly damp, and I wondered how far I was
willing to push this.

   I browsed the books for a while, stealing glances at them stealing
glances at me.

   Then, heart hammering, I had a naughty urge.  Pausing in the middle of
the aisle, I checked that only the geeks were in eye-line, then making sure
their attention was on me, I slowly, excitedly removed my panties.

   The feeling of having nothing on underneath the flimsy skirt caused
fluttering in my stomach as I walked back to the desk, the material now
swishing against bare skin.

   I had intended to take my panties off in the toilets and give the geeks
a little show as I walked back down the stairs, but as I popped my panties
in my bag, I thought this was much more exciting.

   I walked back, keeping eye contact with them.  All three seemed to be
holding their breath and were looking slightly uncomfortable in the trouser
department.

   My thighs twitched as I sat with my knees pressed firmly together.  I
had the geek's full attention as my skirt rode up and my legs came back
into view, feeling the hem slide up my thighs as I relaxed back in the
seat. I wondered what their reaction would be if I allowed them to see up
my skirt and tried to imagine what the view would be like from the opposite
side of the room.  I 'accidentally' parted my knees, revealing the sparse,
trimmed hair and damp lips under my skirt, becoming more than a little
moist between my legs.

   I sat like that for a good few minutes, enjoying the feeling of
nothingness under my skirt, their greedy eyes, and the dare of it, knowing
I'd probably leave a 'spot' on the seat.

   They were trying not to look as if they were staring, which only made it
more obvious, so for a few brief seconds, I reached between my legs and
parted my lips by running a finger between them, feeling the cool air on
the damp as I exposed myself further.

   The geeks were staring fixedly, openly between my legs as one, their
eyes wide, glazed over, making no pretence or effort to check the line of
their gaze.  They kept staring happily, nudging each other, mouths agape,
working soundlessly like goldfish, not believing their luck.

   As I suddenly closed my legs and stood, gathering my bag, it was like
they'd been slapped awake from a dream.  The following mad, comical
scramble for the door meant they were hoping to catch me on the way down
the steps and get to the bottom before I started down them to miss nothing.
They filed past, walking quicker than usual, almost cartoon-like, as they
averted their eyes, not wanting me to catch their eye.

   There were few students that day, and sure enough, the only group
standing around were the geeks at the bottom of the stairs.  Looking over
the railing at the geeks below.  I secured my bag over my shoulder and
moved my hands to my hem.  The spot between my thighs became wetter at the
thought of what I was about to do.

   My face flushed with excitement, not embarrassment.  I strolled into
view and started to walk slowly down the steps.  Holding my skirt against
my bare legs at the top, slowly raising it until I could feel the bottom of
my cheeks exposed, raising it further as I got halfway down the steps,
flipping the front up so that my pussy was on display to those below.

   My heart was beating as the geeks stood open-mouthed again, not speaking
or wanting to break the spell.  I hesitated, very briefly, at head height,
giving them a clear view between my legs.

   As I reached the bottom steps other students walked past as I let my
skirt drop back down over my legs, doing a little double take, unsure if
they'd seen anything.  The thrill that ran through me made my legs tremble.
I needed to touch myself.  I could have gone into the ladies, which would
have been the sensible thing.  I was so close it wouldn't have taken much
to get me off, however...

   There was a photo booth adjacent to the stairs, empty, right there
waiting for students who needed a photo for their pass, tucked away at a
bend in the corridor, hardly used.  The geeks almost flinched as I
confidently walked towards them and asked, 'do you have enough coins for
the booth?'

   They looked panicked, either not expecting me to speak to them after the
'show' or stunned because a female was talking to them.  Quickly checking
pockets, bags and wallets, they came up with enough for a set of photos.  I
took the money from the slightly shaky hand offering it and said, 'wait
here.'

   Ducking behind the little curtain, I adjusted the seat as high as it
would go, bent over it, arched my back and pushed my hips out.  Looking
over my shoulder, I made sure the short hem of my skirt was over the backs
of my thighs and buttocks.  I moved my feet apart, and a tiny peek of pussy
showed.  Happy with that, I tried a couple of more poses before putting the
coins in the slot.

   Flash...the booth lit up, and I could see primarily be-speckled faces
trying to peer in through the tiny gaps between curtain and booth.

   Turning, I leaned back against the seat on tiptoes and lifted my skirt
with one hand making sure my pussy was reflected in the glass, covering it
with my fingers, so just a tiny bit of moisture dampened slit and pubes
showed.

   Flash...the booth lit up for a second time.

   I bit my lip to stifle a groan as I cupped my pussy and pushed a finger
in, working it frantically.

   Flash...Flash...the camera went off twice more.

   Nearing orgasm, I added a second finger, one foot on the stool exposing
smooth inner thigh, the glass holding a reflection of my fingers pushing me
open, the sight bringing a need for more as a moan escaped my lips.

   Flash...went the camera again.

   Gasping, I sat on the stool, skirt around my waist, hand between my
legs, as I pulled the curtain back.

   All morning I'd enjoyed the thrill of wearing a skirt that showed my
panties and cheeks with the slightest breeze, the library naughtiness and
teasing on the stairs.  Now I wanted to show off, exposed as I brought
myself to orgasm.  I needed them to see each slippery stroke of my fingers
between my legs, my inner thighs wet as I began to reach orgasm.

   My gasps seemed to match those of the geek audience crowded around the
booth as I removed my hand from between my legs, exposing my slit.

   I fingered my clit quickly, bringing me off and...Flash...  the camera
took its final picture.

   Pulling the curtain shut, I cleaned up with wet wipes and tissues,
depositing the damp mess in a bin as I exited the booth.  The geeks were
all speechless, except one who very polity said, 'thank you.'

   I smiled saying.  'If you think that was fun, wait until my neighbour
passes on a party invite.'

   I said it, not knowing if I meant it, yet intrigued at what might happen
and excited by the idea of showing off again.

   A loud click sounded as the pictures popped out, and I handed them to
the boys.  There was nothing to identify me unless you knew what my pussy
looked like, which I guess the geeks did now, so I said.

   'Souvenir' and made my way home, smiling at the thought of them
masturbating over the pictures.



   The Start Pt.  11: My First Time

   How I lost my virginity in a public library.

   The morning of my 'date' had arrived.  I'd been thinking about this day
since my adventure last week, wondering if my library friend would turn up.
Would he think I'd be there or put our bit of fun down to a one-off chance
encounter?

   In fact, it was pretty much all Id been thinking about.  It seemed as if
I'd been permanently turned on since our last encounter.  The only release
was the encounters with my neighbour, his cousin and teasing the geeks
using my fingers.

   I wondered if I'd have reacted differently to the surprise visit of the
cousin if I hadn't been in such a heightened sexual state.  Rather than
being outraged, it had been a turn-on.  Well, once the shock had worn off.
And on our second patio 'play,' it had been all I could do to stop myself
from mounting one of them, the desire to feel something other than fingers
inside me was so strong.

   Hopefully, today was the day I'd experience full sex if my library
stranger turned up.  Although I wondered at the definition, I hadn't had
full sex.

   However, in addition to my daily play with a petite slim dildo, I had
encouraged my two mutual masturbation buddies to finger me to orgasm.  Of
course, I'd also had that wonderful public oral experience in the library.
If everything went as I hoped, I wouldn't be a virgin at the end of the
afternoon.

   I didn't know what it was about the stranger, but I knew he was
experienced.  He'd introduced me to oral sex, was as confident and had no
hang-ups about being in public, finding the threat of discovery a turn-on
as I did.  We seemed to share the same exhibitionist tendencies.

   I'd showered, resisting the urge to touch myself.  Then dressed in a
cream cotton mid-thigh pleated skirt, matched with a slightly lighter top,
just sheer enough that the darker tone of my nipples showed.

   Feeling flirty and with butterflies dancing in my stomach, I decided to
go without panties.  Knowing in the right light, the neat triangle of pubic
hair would probably show through the thin material of my skirt and that the
slightest breeze would mould it to my legs and mound.  Subtly showing my
shape.

   Pleased with my choices, I headed for the library.

   On arrival, each step increased the anticipation of seeing the stranger
again and what I was prepared to let him do.

   The library is never busy mid-week, so I'd soon know if my 'date' had
turned up.  If he hadn't, I was so sexually charged I'd have probably gone
home and jumped on my neighbour and his cousin.  Not that they'd object. 
The thought made me smile, along with the lingering looks I was getting
from the few males in the library and, surprisingly, one of the females.

   Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I headed through the
bookshelves to where we had been intimate the previous week.

   'So you came.' He smiled as I neared the desk where I'd had my first
oral experience, receiving and giving.

   He was leaning on a corner nook next to what I thought was a small desk
that was actually a set of two desks with a small divider between them. 
One facing the wall, the other out into the library.

   They were used for language studies, the shelves on one side filled with
retro tapes and CDs, a set of headphones on each side.

   My 'date' had been very clever in his choice of location, especially as
this 'study' part of the library was extremely quiet.  The dividers are
tall enough that you can only see over them standing on tiptoe.

   'You look nice,' he said, his gaze lingering on my breasts, the shape
and colour of my nipples showing through my blouse, as I'd anticipated.

   I perched on the library-facing corner of the desk and said.

   'It's been a crazy but fun week.  I wasn't sure if you'd come or if last
week was a one-off.'

   In answer, he rested his hand on my thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze,
rubbing small circles with the ball of his thumb.

   'You know everyone can see your nipples in that top,' he whispered.

   His hand circled further up my leg.

   'And a more tasty place shows through that skirt with the light behind
it just right, so I'm guessing there are no panties to slip off this time.'

   I cocked my head to one side and said.  'And what makes you think I left
them off for you?'

   He shrugged and smoothly pushed my skirt up to my waist, crouched down
and placed little kisses on my upper thighs while thumbing my clit, causing
me to let out a little gasp.

   Frustratingly he then smoothed my skirt back in place.

   I glanced around the library to see where everyone was.  There was no
one behind us to see what had just happened.  Still, a squeeze to my knee
and a nod of the head let me know someone was on the other side of the
shelves in the adjacent walkway.

   Without books between us, they'd be close enough to touch as the shelves
were that close.  I wondered if someone had walked past our little
interaction and was hanging around, hoping for more.

   If they weren't, I was but decided to move to the wall side of the desk,
where the divider would provide a modest amount of cover.

   It was hard not to draw attention as he ran fingers along my inner
thighs to the dampness between them.  As he knelt and spread my legs, I bit
my lip to stifle a gasp.

   His warm tongue found my wet lips, parting them, licking quickly with
firm strokes as his fingers and thumb worked my clit.

   His tongue and a finger pushed into me until suddenly, my body was
wracked with the shuddering of an intense climax, just like last week.

   I grabbed the back of his head and held it down between my legs, his
tongue probing, teasing and lapping until I had eventually calmed down.

   Panting slightly at the intensity of the orgasm, I gently pushed him
away from my hyper-sensitive pussy, and he sat back.  I squeezed my thighs
tight together, not wanting to lose the sensation of something being
pressed to me.

   Taking a breath, I asked, 'will you fuck me?'

   He looked surprised, then said' 'seriously?'

   'Because from our last conversation, I thought you'd never...'

   He left the question hanging, and I said.

   'I haven't wanted to before.  I just liked exploring the thrill I get
from being seen, watching a guy masturbate, or being cum on.  I liked the
feelings I had from being fingered and kissed down there last week.  They
were more intense than anything I'd felt before.'

   'Now, I want to be fucked.  Not by someone my age with little experience
who won't last long and not in a 'romantic' setting, somewhere risky and
exciting, like here, now with someone who knows how to please a girl.'

   He smiled and said, 'that is very flattering,' as he pulled me from the
table and turned me gently.  Positioning me with my legs just back from the
desk, bent forward from the waist, palms resting on the hard wooden top.

   He ran his hands over my thighs and under my skirt, pushing it further
than needed.  So that the material fell over my lower back, exposing all of
my ass.  I thrilled at being so daringly, unnecessarily exposed.

   His hand travels up my top, and I can feel his hardness pressed to my
buttocks, so I wiggle against him as he cups and massages my breasts.  If
not for the divider, anyone would have an unobstructed view of him
squeezing them gently, pinching and pulling softly at my nipples.

   I can feel the dampness growing between my legs, my breath becoming
quicker, and my face feels flushed and warm, and I groan as he gives my
nipples one last twisting pinch and then moves his hand.

   But the fun has only just begun.

   His hands slowly caress my thighs and cheeks.  I feel my damp lips pull
apart each time he massages my cheeks outwards, parting them.  I imagine
he's getting off on looking at me so intimately.

   His hand slides between my thighs, and he begins to rub me with the flat
of his hand, letting his fingers play with my sopping pussy as I feel
wetter than ever.

   After a few delicious teasing moments of him gently manipulating my
pussy lips, he teases my clit with the briefest of touches.  Then brings
the hand caressing my buttocks into play.  Both hands move between my
thighs, one set of fingers rubbing the outside of my pussy while he gently
slides one then two fingers of the other hand inside me.

   I push back at him arching my back, resting lower on the desk.  Making
myself more accessible by pushing my ass up and stepping a foot out,
widening my stance even more.  It's almost too much as my breath becomes
ragged, and my legs start to tremble.

   He leans over my shoulder and whispers, are you sure you still want to,
or I can just do this for you.  He pushes two fingers in for emphasis,
curling them to hit my G spot.  It makes me gasp and slump forward as my
pussy pulses and leaks around them in a mini orgasm.

   Breathless, I whisper, 'yes, please do it now.' his hands slip from
between my legs, leaving me feeling open and exposed as he positions
himself behind me.  Skirt up past my waist, ass in the air, thighs damp
with my juices, pussy wet, legs open, exposing everything.  I can only
guess how I'd look to anyone passing if I faced the room.

   I almost jumped as he stroked the fingers of one hand between my legs,
my heart beating fast as I heard the zipper of his trousers, then felt his
cock against me.  He rubbed it back and forth over my pussy until I
involuntarily moved my hips against his movements.

   There was a brief flash of disappointment and confusion as he moved away
from me, then a torn foil pack landed on the table, and I realized he'd put
a condom on.

   He rubbed his cock against me, his fingers brushing my lips until my
hips were again moving with him.  I sucked in a little breath and tensed a
little as he carefully pushed forwards and eased the tip between my folds.

   He hesitated as I gasped.

   'Please don't stop,' I whispered, afraid he wouldn't carry on.

   In answer, he slowly pushed his cock inside me a little at a time. 
Holding my hips as he moved in and out.  Going further with each stroke, he
slightly increased his movements until I was so wet and slick that he
easily stroked the entire length of his cock in and out.

   My legs started to tremble, the feeling of being 'full' deliciously
naughty and nothing like the feeling of fingers or my slim silver vibrator.

   Gauging when I was ready, almost at the moment of orgasm, he pulled back
so that just the tip of his cock was inside me, paused, and then plunged
back in harder and faster than before.

   A small moan escaped me before I could stop it, and I collapsed
forwards, head on my arms, causing my ass to rise, meeting his next thrust.
My whole body seemed to tremble, shaking with the most intense orgasm I'd
ever experienced as he pounded back and forth.  His speed increased as my
breathing became shallow.

   Arching my back, I almost cried out, biting it down as I remembered
where we were.  Every muscle in my body seemed to tense up, my pussy
gripping and pulsing with the stranger's cock, as he held still with it
buried in me.

   As soon as I relaxed and my breathing slowed, he pressed me down so my
chest and arms were against the desk surface and, with a grin, said, 'my
turn.'

   He made me gasp again as he pulled a little way out, then pushed all the
way in, keeping up the pace as my breathing once more became shallow.  He
had been gripping my hips but now loosed my left side and unbuttoned my
skirt before I could do anything.

   Pulling out of me as he tugged it down my legs in one swift movement,
leaving me almost naked as it pooled at my feet.  It was thrilling,
frightening and erotic all at the same time, and my heart raced at the
thought of being discovered.

   Now wearing just my top, my skirt bunched on the floor, he rubbed his
cock against my pussy then pushed back into me, fucking me harder, faster
than he had before.

   I responded by pushing back into him.  Any trepidation about being heard
was forgotten as he pounded into me.  My legs trembling as I felt my
excitement build, juices from my pussy wetting my inner thighs as another
orgasm took my breath.

   Suddenly I felt his body tense as he thrust deep one more time, then
pulled out.  The condom landed on the table.  Through gritted teeth, he
said, 'trust me.'

   He pressed the shaft of his cock between my cheeks, leaning into me to
reach my clitoris with his fingers as he ground his cock between my
buttocks.  It throbbed against me, precum lubing my soft skin until he
finally loosed his load.  Pumping warm thick spunk between and over my
cheeks, just as my legs turned to jelly, the feeling intense as his fingers
made little firm circles on my clit.

   If the desk hadn't been there to support me, I'd have collapsed on the
floor.

   As he finished, he let out a clearly audible sigh and stepped back,
silvery streams trailing between his cock and my ass.

   It took a moment more for me to regain my composure.  Even so, my legs
were still a little wobbly.

   Retrieving wet wipes and tissues from my bag, I cleaned up, acutely
aware that I was doing so half naked in a public library.  I'd passed my
library friend wipes and tissues, noting it was mere moments for him to
have a quick clean and tuck everything away.

   While I had a lot more mopping up to do before I could dress.

   Feeling brave and naughty, I gathered up the tissues, wipes and the
condom and, still naked from the waist down, walked to the rubbish bin
situated at the library side of our nook.  Anyone walking around the corner
or across the opposite side of the library would have seen me.  Secretly I
hoped someone had.

   He was smiling when I got back, finally pulling my skirt back on,
another thrill as I stepped to the side of the desk to dress, so anyone
passing would have seen me.

   'You OK?' he asked

   And I stretched, nodding yes.  'Thank you, that was wonderful.' I said.

   'Glad to be of service.' He laughed.

   Then added.  'The end, I know you like to be cum on, and it's a nice way
for a guy to get off without penetration.  Thought you'd like it, and I
could show you something.'

   'Because I'm, well, was, just an innocent virgin?' I said

   He laughed out loud, 'was,' he repeated.

   'I'm glad it was like this, that my first time was with someone like you
and that you made it such an exciting time.' I genuinely meant it and his
smile said everything without him answering me

   As I turned to go, I noticed a gap in the books and sudden movement,
which my stranger had also seen.

   I was guessing someone had heard us and taken a peek to investigate,
which made the whole thing even more exciting.  The smile on my stranger's
face told me he felt the same.

   'The risk is what doing things like this is all about.; he said, and I
agreed.

   Perhaps next time you could do a strip in one of the aisles for me then
if you're game and up for a dare.' he said,

   'Next time?' I said

   He shrugged, 'plenty of things for you to try.  I'm here next week,' he
said, making me shudder as he ran a finger up the inside of my thigh,
touching the tip to my pussy, then to his lips.

   With that, he walked away, turning to give a little smile and wave

   I sat at the desk for a moment, gathering my thoughts.

   I'd just been fucked for the first time, in public, with no romance,
just raw animal need, two people just giving in to their desires.

   Although he'd been tender and taken things slow, tempering his own needs
until I was ready.

   Still a million miles away from a romance novel first time, though.

   But it was what I'd wanted in every way risky, daring and very public.

   No commitment, no attachment, just fun.

   And judging by the balled-up wad of tissue I found in the adjacent
aisle, it seemed like we'd been spied on, which thrilled the exhibitionist
in me.

   As I made my way back to my car, I wondered what 'other things he could
show me were and what his dare would entail.

   That's if I chose to turn up

   But who was I kidding?