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Click here- Did you meant what you said? That you'd wanted me all that time? - you whisper, your eyes searching mine.
- Oh yes, baby - I answer, my gaze finding yours, my eyes looking deep inside you - I've wanted you so much -
You grin devilishly. - Well, you have me now. I'm your slut -
You kiss me.
- Your slut to play with as you wish -
I smile and kiss you passionately, my tongue entering your mouth, my hand on your ass, squeezing.
- Yes, baby. mmmmmmm - is all I can mutter.
We reassemble ourselves and head back down the hall to the elevator. We ride down in silence, kissing and caressing until the doors open and we have to behave. We head back to the coffee shop, where you've left some of your notebooks and books. There they are on the table, in the nearly empty shop, waiting for you. I wait for you at the door as you go in. At the corner table sits one of the two girls who had whispered about you when we left together. She looks up from her books, distracted suddenly from her reading by your entrance. She notices you, and grins. You gather your things and walk out, ignoring her. You come to me, and slip your arm in mine. We walk out of the library into the lonely night.
(c) Copyright, 2003, realcitykid
- COMMENTS
Wordgoddessover 19 years agoI'm still just staring at the screen and blinking, tingling. This is a very sexy story and deserves that H all right! Where were the profs like you when I was in college? Too busy planning lengthy, difficult term papers all due at the same time to be administered minus the lube I'd assume. Seriously, though, this is great work!
SkulkinKittikinover 19 years agoWhat wonderful detail! As one who has been locked away in the deepest recesses of a university library into many, many wee hours of many, many mornings -- eyes burning, muscles cramping -- I've often had thoughts come unbidden (and sometimes bidden) of what, precisely, might go on inside those darkened grad student study cages or behind the heavy doors of faculty research space.
<sighing> And oh, yes! Library tables. One day I will have one -- ink stained, scratched and marred. They're such a perfect height for adding silkier, creamier...more personal stains.
And to fuck with the Smell of Books surrounding me.
Well, I'll stop there. Sensory orgasms abound.
