A Rendezvous

"Of course not. I'd never let you be. So how about we meet tomorrow at some point?"

"Sure. I mean, I have lectures for most of tomorrow though."

"How about when you're not in a lecture? I think I'd be too distracting there for you." Rose didn't bother hiding her amusement. She seemed to enjoy playing around.

"Uh, well I have a break at ten thirty. What do you think?"

"I think you'll be seeing me then. Meet me at the library. And don't expect to get a lot of study done in your break."

I blinked, staring at the laptop screen in front of me as I read a thousand connotations into her words. I felt the throbbing which had been ceaseless in our phone call accelerate, giving way to the feeling of wetness seeping out of me. My body denied my urge to cross my legs, as I was unable to control my lower body, beyond stopping my trembling. The strange part was that I was fully enjoying being at the mercy of Rose's words. The whole platter of sensations crashing over me were deeply engaging.

"I'll see you then," I managed to utter, as Rose smirked on the other side of the line.

"Goodnight. And don't be late tomorrow."

The line clicked into silence. I set down my smartphone beside my laptop on the desk before me, unable to ignore the tremor in my hand.Damn, I thought,if her voice does that, then what other abilities does she possess?That night I showered, well, if you can even call it that. It was more so a time when the wetness of the shower assisted me in trying to relieve the sexual tension exploding out from every cell in my body.

Chapter II

The next morning I awoke at the ridiculous time of five past six. Birds sang outside in the cool fall air. I failed to fall asleep again, the excitement swirling in the pit of my stomach keeping me awake and driving me to shower and refresh myself. I knew what I felt was the suspense and exhilaration of seeing Rose in only a few hours. It mattered that she knew I was attracted to her and that she clearly returned some kind of real, tangible interest in me. That fact in itself was a turn on.

My first lecture idled by slowly, each tick from my wristwatch entrancing me, pulling me through time, slowly but surely to the moment when I would see Rose once again. Finally it was ten twenty seven, and as the time drew ever so near to the arranged moment, the lecture drew to a close and I hurried off to the library, avoiding students who would attempt to make conversation with me. I didn't want to waste a second when I could be on my way to seeher.

On entering the library, I scanned my surroundings to see that the library was reasonably quiet. I stopped in my tracks, just beyond the library counter and looked down at my watch and saw the time read ten thirty one. Close enough. The red lips and pale blue eyes weren't hard to notice. Rose stood between two aisles within sight, slipping the last two books in her hands in their place on the shelves. Her eyes found mine instantly, and once her hands were free, she pressed a single, slim finger to her wristwatch, before smiling at me.

Nodding wordlessly, Rose moved swiftly around the furthest end of the isle, slinking out of sight. Blinking in surprise, I fought the desire to run after her in the middle of a library, right in front of her colleague who was shuffling around at the counter with a bored expression on her face. The last thing I wanted was to rouse any attention. It seemed to me that Rose didn't want to speak to me in this area and it was clear she wanted me to follow.

My mind foggy, I strode quickly through the aisle, reaching the other end of it only to see Rose disappear into another row of shelving to my right. My heart raced, my lungs working overtime as I struggled to look normal whilst tailing her. Books blurred past me as I approached her location swiftly, knowing I was gaining on her. I startled a student in an aisle beside me, who looked up at me curiously before looking back down at a book he'd been reading.

I turned the corner, only to catch sight of a door markedstaff onlyajar in front of me. A path between two empty aisles led the way to where I suspected Rose had entered. I slowed my pace and swallowed, taking a deep breath to steady myself. It didn't feel like reality, more so like a dream. The world seemed muted, hushed, like I was experiencing everything from underneath the surface of water. I moved slowly, my legs like lead, the door coming closer. No one was in sight, even as the door was within my grasp, there wasn't a single soul around me, or even behind me as I checked over my shoulder. And then my hand had pushed the door inwards, Rose coming into view like a surreal apparition.

She stood to the side of the door and pushed it shut behind me, and I looked at the room we stood in. It looked like a storeroom of magazines and articles. There were a couple of dim lights shining down from the ceiling, but aside from that, she room had no windows and wasn't as bright as the main areas of the library. I stared at my surroundings, wondering why I hadn't really noticed the door to this room before. Turning back to Rose, I stared as she gave me a long look, before speaking.

"You're on time. Good. So I should probably explain a couple of things."

"Yeah?" I asked, realizing that it was just the two of us in a rather small room. I felt my stomach flip, eager to hear what she had to say. It was now completely silent where we were and noticeably cooler than the central area of the library. The fall air must have been leeching into this room over time.

"Look, I'm sure you're aware that this is a bit odd, ending up here in this room. But it's better to talk here than risking people overhearing any of this of course. Well, look. I want to make a couple of things clear."

"Yes. Well, I wasn't really that sure what we were going to talk abou-"

"Yes you were... Youareaware, Jess. Are you really going to make me say it?" She sighed, taking a step closer to me.

"Ah, well I mean, I know you're interested in me, right?" I said, testing the waters to see her response.

"Of course. I find you attractive, intensely so, actually. That's why we're here. I know enough from how you look at me when you don't think I can see you. And now, this brings me to my next point. Feel free to leave if you're uncomfortable, or if you don't want anything more than this. I know you can handle it, it's just a matter of whether you want to."

"Leave? Well. I don't think I want to let this slip by. I didn't come here for nothing after all."

"I know I came here to fuck. Did you?"

I blink, surprised to hear her speak so bluntly. My eyes widen briefly, until I get control of myself, autopilot taking over me. The wordfuckcoming from her mouth sets off a series of reactions within me. My pussy is jump started into action, throbbing at the knowledge of what she wants. Each delicious, panging sensation leads into the next, increasing in pace until my depth has a pulse of its own.

"If that's what you want, I'm not going to walk away," I hear myself say. My bag slips off my shoulder and I allow it on the floor with a dull thud, mindlessly ignoring the fact that my laptop's nestled inside.

"How long do you think we have?" I ask.

"Enough, but don't take all day, Jess. I'm impatient." She moves closer to me, her hands, soft and strong simultaneously, reaching up to my neck.

Her hands wrap around me as she pulls me in, her lips hungry and impatient on mine. I moan against her mouth, losing myself to the immediate and overwhelming waves of instinct crashing over me. I grasp her waist, my fingers tight around the cotton of her shirt, as the skin beneath boils through the fabric. I decided then and there that there was no point in holding back, not with her slim, tense body pressing against me like that.

The kiss deepened quickly, both of us eager to claim the other, in whatever ways we could for the time we had. Before I knew it, Rose had pushed me back up against an aisle of shelving which was stacked with endless amounts of articles. My shoulder met the metal shelving a little harder than I expected and I gasped in surprise. Several articles slipped down to land on the floor around us, but we ignored them completely, as we teased each other's tongues, hungry for more. Pulling away from me, Rose dropped to her knees, grinning slyly up at me. Gasping for breath, I attempted to pull myself together, while she worked furiously to unfasten my belt and jeans.

"Now let's see what's inside these clothes..." The air was cool on my waist and spread over more of me as she pulled down my jeans to halfway down my thighs. Staring up at me lustfully, she hooked her thumbs into both sides of my underwear and slid them down moments after. The wetness of my pussy had coated not only my entrance, but also my underwear. I watched as Rose's eyes widened, taking in the excitement I felt, the sight of my soaked pussy compelling her to stare at it for a moment.

"Fuckinghot," she whispered, her eyes hooded as she let her hands rest on my bare thighs. Her nostrils flared for a moment as she noticed my scent and I shuddered, as she breathed in deeply. I felt my impatience building and longed for her to explore me. I didn't have to wait long. Leaning forward, her eyes never left mine, even as her tongue slid slowly across my pussy, catching the wetness forming on my lips. Gliding over my clit, her tongue dug deeper, pressing into my nub of swollen flesh. I moaned, air hissing past my teeth as she repeated that same, small motion again, then once more, before tracing my lips once again.

When she nestled her tongue into me, I cried out, my hips jerking underneath me. Rose moaned in response, her efforts doubling. She was greedy, determined to find out exactly what she needed to do to please me, to create the highest amount of pleasure she possibly could. My hands went to her hair, the strands of dark hair soft and malleable around my fingers. My back arched, as she reached around my ass and held me tighter to her mouth. She wasn't slow with her movements, she delved deeply into me, the length of her tongue working me into a frenzy. She didn't hesitate to rush me to the destination I was seeking out.

When my juices oozed out of me with her saliva, she'd be quick to catch the drips, unashamed to show how much she enjoyed me. My breaths came in heavy gasps, each one as vital as the next, as my lungs screamed out for air, for relief. I felt the room melt around me, the books and shelves distorting like hot wax fleeing down a candle. At the centre of my tunnel vision, Rose stared up at me from her knees, a beautiful, ethereal vision seared into my memory forever.

And then I came, time spinning into a shuddering implosion. The vastness of the pleasurable sensation expanding through my limbs wiped my vision clean with a bright, white light. When I could see and feel again, Rose was gently licking up the remainder of the flood of juices that had come forth with my climax.

"You're so sexy," Rose murmured, her eyes soft, her fingers gently as she slid my underwear back up, along with my jeans. I fumbled with my belt, my fingers numb while the white edges of my vision receded back into the normal spectrum of sight.

"I can't compare to you," I said, returning her smile. As she stood up, her hands travelled to her own pants.

"You should find out for sure," she whispered. Unfastening the clasp of her jeans, she slowly dragged the zipper down to open them, revealing a pair of lacy panties as red as her mouth.

Wordlessly, I kissed her steadfastly, wrapping my arms around her shoulders in a tight embrace. Her lips yielded to me as I slipped my hands around to her front, my fingers running across the swell of her breasts. Even through the fabric I could decipher much of her shapeliness, my touch drawing a sigh from her against my lips. Tilting her head to the side, Rose murmured into my ear.

"Don't hold back, I need it to be fast and forceful." I looked at her, understanding what she meant, and she kissed me hard.

Her hands tangled in my hair and she pushed me down to my knees slowly, her chest rising and falling with arousal. I worked quickly, pulling her jeans down and away from her underwear, the lace panties clearly revealing a dark patch of wetness. I trailed a fingertip along the outer strip of fabric covering her pussy, feeling the warmth and moisture radiating out from her. She moaned, the muscles in her legs visibly tightening. Looking up, I saw her gazing down at me, biting her lip eagerly, her hands still knotting in my hair, her fingers twisting sensually.

My hands moved suddenly, the panties pulled aside without a moment's notice. Her own fragrance hit my nose, sweet, but with the smooth notes I loved. I enjoyed my first sight of Rose's pussy, noticing immediately that although she was bare around the length of her lips, she showed off a sculpted patch of trimmed hair above her clit. I enjoyed being able to visibly see all the juices pooling around her outer lips, but I only marvelled at her for a short moment. In the next, I dove in and sampled the taste and feel of her, savouring the unique and addictive flavour she offered.

Above me, Rose twisted and writhed. Her torso, arching magnificently, shook above me as I began to feast without restraint. She groaned as I gave her what sheneeded, what she so desired to have. I revelled in the act of giving, the art of swallowing her very essence. As her nectar slid down my throat, I became not only a different person, but I shared a part of her. It was an intimate, ancient connection which was being forged through flesh and bone combined. To this very day, it is a deeply intimate union which cannot be accurately expressed with words.

Swirling my tongue up and into her pussy, I didn't hold back. My tongue was strong, powerful and relentless, probing and pressing against all the spots that made her moan and cry out softly. When I realized that she needed more, I withdrew my tongue and sucked the first two fingers of my right hand. Once they were covered in my thick saliva, I slid one in, followed by the other when she stretched to accommodate the first finger in an instant. Rubbing up and along her quivering, hot passage, I hit all the right places, jolting sparks of pleasure out through her centre to the rest of her body.

Abruptly, albeit deliberately, I curved my fingers forward, slamming them into her particular sweet spot at the front of her wall. She jolted and froze, letting out a contorted cry of intense pleasure. Captivated by her response to pleasure, I repeated the process, speeding up my movements until her head was thrown back and she struggled to stand upright. Her sounds turned to regular muffled groans until I worked her over, pushing her closer to the edge that seemed to be rushing towards her.

I leant forward towards her, tearing my eyes away from her heaving breasts and her head lolling back with her mouth open. Her clit was soft and flexible as I sucked it into my mouth, flicking my tongue over the swollen bud. She jerked, her pussy clenching down on my fingers as she began to contract, juices dripping all over my hand as I twisted my fingers within her.

"Oh fuck," seemed to be all she could manage as she spiralled out of control, into the thrashing waves of orgasm. I continued my efforts until her contractions separated in regularity and her pulsing walls slackened their grip around my fingers. I loosed my mouth's grip on her clit and slowed my tongue to a delicate caress, lulling her back into reality.

While she returned to the present, I slipped her underwear back in place and stood up from my kneeling position. Pulling up her jeans and tidying herself up, she shot me a wry smile which I returned. Turning away to my bag, I pulled out a small pack of tissues, offering her one, allowing us to both clean up our faces. Neither of us really said anything until I stooped down to swing my bag over my shoulder. I couldn't really believe how quickly things had changed, and I figured it'd only really set in afterwards. Then and there it feel like reality.

"We better get back out there. You go first, alright?" she said, looking towards the door. I understood immediately that it would clearly be best if we left separately. One after the other, with space separating the time of our departures would lead to les suspicion if anyone happened to notice either of us leaving the storeroom.

Facing me with her steady blue eyes, Rose put a hand on my cheek and kissed me lightly, only once, as if to say something without words. I nodded, almost numbly, and turned to move towards the door.

"Oh and one last thing, I'll get in touch with you, but we might meet elsewhere, as opposed to here. This was fantastic, but it's not without its risks." She was right, there definitely were risks, that was for sure. The thought of being caught hadn't really crossed my mind during the sex, only when we'd got our clothes back in place.

I paused, my hand resting on the door handle to look back at the woman I'd just been having outstanding sex with in a storeroom. I fought back the sudden urge to laugh at how sudden and bizarre the past few minutes had been with Rose. "Yeah, that would be best, especially if something like this is on the cards for next time."

"Itdefinitelyis a possibility. But I'll call you and we can discuss things further. Have a good afternoon, Jess."

"You too," was all I could really manage as I braced myself to open the door. Returning to the main area of the library seemed more daunting than it had ever been for me. But the experience I'd just had made everything worth it. It was great to get firsthand experience that proved librarians were far from boring... I couldn't help but wonder, where and when would the next rendezvous occur?

Well, you've reached the end of this story, so far (who knows if there'll be a sequel?). I hope you enjoyed this piece! Thanks for taking the time to read, feel free to leave a comment and/or rate this story.