Melting in Your Words

So I held back on the reading, and followed her into erotica with a different method. I still had a romance scene to write after all.

It was a poor first attempt, too focused on the sex and "being" erotica, and it was something I could never submit to my course, and yet I loved it. It was a thrill to write, to create, to flood the page with the passion that was overflowing from me. Uninhibited now, no censoring, no concealing. The words on the pages I wrote that week were what I had wanted all along. I was embarrassed, but I was still writing. That was when I realised how to talk to her when I returned.

If being afraid of awkwardness was the reason I hadn't been able to talk to her, then that wasn't an issue with my awkwardness, I just needed to not let it stop me. In fact, I decided, turn up the awkwardness. Who cares? I was naturally awkward. If the action leads me closer to her then I just don't care what it looks like.

Like the perfect words on a page after a final edit, I had to believe she would be waiting for me, while I took my time stumbling towards her.

And look how I had been rewarded!

I giggled all the way to my seat. Even though I was leaving her, I was carrying Boiling Ink in my hands so, in some way, she was still in my arms.

I did decide to change seats after talking to her. That was the sensible thing to do. Sitting where I had been, I could have looked over the edge and watched her in the foyer but I would have been very visible from below. Given how I was prone to losing myself in these books, I thought I ought not to be seen so easily. I had Boiling Ink with me, and her waiting for me later on. That was enough for now. I think.

I made a big show of packing up and walking up to the fourth floor. I wanted her to know, just in case she wanted to check up on me. Guilty thoughts rushed through my mind but I was already on such a high from talking to Ari that my mental state didn't change much.

I took a bit of a gamble this time. No enclosed booth, just a normal desk. A normal plastic seat and a normal wooden and metal frame desk. There was no one on this floor, I checked. It was safe to get a bit more daring, well sort of safe. Danger aside, or possibly because of it, my time reading was so incredible.

Boiling Ink started with a sex scene. I suppose the author knew what their readers were there for at that point. The main couple were touching, kissing and...licking everywhere they could right from the get go and it was a joy to read. So hot!

I slipped my hand down my shorts quickly but soon I just pulled them down my thighs and allowed my fingers direct access. Oh yeah, did I mention I hadn't worn underwear? Why waste a pair? I knew they wouldn't be covering anything for long.

Smooth skin greeted my fingers and I gently scooped my wetness up and draped it over my clit, allowing my fingers to glide over it with ease. I rapidly started humming to myself, moans being only barely blocked by my lips.

My reading was slower than usual because my eyes kept getting distracted. They flicked around the library at the hint of sound, in case anyone were to see me. No one did, it was false alarms all around, but that didn't stop my heart from beating faster each time. I was loving it.

The erotic scenes were hot and heavy and came frequently. They were only briefly separated by romantic scenes. It seemed there was less drama in this book than the others. That suited me just fine. The mood I was in tonight was definitely agreeing with the book. Drama could wait for another day.

My fingers curled inside myself deeper and I used my hand holding the book and my legs to lift myself off the chair and began riding. My breaths were coming out heavy and in pulses now as I bounced on my fingers, my hair began shielding me from the rest of the world as my head angled further and further downwards. My body was leaning desperately over Boiling Ink and the desk as my hips slammed onto my fingers.

Then I stumbled across it. What she'd recommended to me. The scene she'd especially wanted to share with me. A scene that had stuck with her, aroused her, played muse to her fantasies. The bookshop scene was upon us and I was floating.

Heat pulsed through me as one character pressed the other against the shelves. My body tightened as they slipped lower. My eyes clenched shut just as I read how their tongue pushed inside her folds.

I bit my lip but it wasn't enough, I was going to scream. My head swung back and my mouth opened. Here in the library, I was going to scream. Even alone on this floor my pleasure would resound to the few occupants of the library, and all the way to her.

I couldn't stop my lips from parting. The sound rushed up my throat. My core exploded with pleasure and then...soft lips met mine.

Ari

Her eyes shot open, and locked with mine. It was panic at first and then they rolled back as pleasure overwhelmed her. It was me, I was with her. I was the one sitting on her desk in front of her. Knowing this she felt she could relax and let go. Knowing I was with her, she allowed herself to orgasm. Astounding trust flowed into me.

Her tongue burst through her open mouth and met mine, hoping to grab hold of me. In turn, grabbed at her shoulders. I wasn't going anywhere.

She arched into me and shook. This cute little girl, was cumming as I embraced her. It was enough to make me lightheaded.

She forced out little murmurs and whimpers as I held her and kissed her. She broke away from me and gasped for air but I followed her head down intending to prevent further sounds. She had to lean her head back as I lay my lips on her from above. Her eyes fluttered before me and a few strong shakes continued below me before she finally settled. It was then that I pulled away from her.

She slumped back into her chair and her shoulders curled in, her body having lost the strength to sit straight. I took this opportunity to drink in her appearance.

I had crept up to the fourth floor, not expecting too much, but honestly, this girl was too careless. Shorts pulled down, whimpers sounding out quietly, riding her fingers without a care in the world. It was a good job I had checked on her and not anyone else. She was completely absorbed in her book.

I guess I should take some responsibility for that.

I heard a light thud behind me and saw her hand fall to her side, Boiling Ink closed and lay flatly on the table, forgotten for a moment. In its place, I sat on the edge of the table looking at her. Her face was flushed and she looked at me through heavily lidded eyes. A wry smile on her embarrassed face. My eyes flicked down to her crotch and I was impressed.

Wetness shone from her lips but that in itself was no surprise. What was, was that her fingers had begun playing again. She had pulled them out of herself only a few moments ago and yet already, coated in her juices, she had resumed lazily playing with herself. It seemed one would not be enough for her. That was just the kind of woman she was.

I considered my next move, it was a risk. It would mean moving too fast like I always seemed to. However, so far, despite my agonising over it, it had all worked out. Time to try again. Have confidence. Do things properly. Take responsibility.

I hopped off the table and leant on her gently. Her eyes looked up at me, unsure of what was happening. I moved my head forward and kissed her gently on the lips. Her arms reached for me but I brushed them off and pushed them down by her sides. I wasn't staying in this position for long. No use her getting a firm grip now.

I slipped down. I kissed her chin. I kissed her neck. I kissed her collarbone, only slightly exposed behind the material of her hoodie. Then my knees folded and I slid down in one movement, under the table, pulling her shorts with me.

My eyes flicked up to her, she was biting her lip.

Her shorts were down at her feet and I kept them there. I pulled her chair towards me. It ground against the floor with a harsh sound but I didn't care. Her waist was mostly underneath the table and closer to me, that was all that mattered. I could still see her face if I moved forward, and moving forward put my own face in her crotch. Talk about two birds one stone.

My hands reached around her waist and grabbed her butt. It was soft, and pliable. It felt good in my hands. I shifted only her waist closer to me and moved my head between her thighs. Soft skin pressed against both of my cheeks and I flicked my eyes to her. Ellie was watching me intently. Best not to disappoint.

I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, and licked.

Ellie

Do people still think at times like this? I wasn't sure I was able to. She was warm. Her hands on my butt, her breath on my crotch, her tongue was so wet and felt so amazing. I felt her saliva mix with my juices and I embraced the feeling of another woman licking me. This was a first for me and the fact that Ari was doing it made it so indescribably better.

My hands dove into her hair and my fingers gripped tightly. I occasionally took a look around the library but my infrequent glances would not be enough to prevent our discovery. If someone were to climb the stairs and come around the corner, we would be found, no matter if I was looking or not. As such, I considered keeping watch absolutely pointless. That fact acknowledged, I decided to focus on Ari. Investing in watching her would be much more worthwhile.

Oh goodness she knew what she was doing! She sought out my clit and lavished it with licks. She sucked on my lips and pushed her tongue inside me. I had only orgasmed very recently but she had already cleaned me up and was now pushing me towards another rapidly.

She rubbed her face and nose from side to side too and brushed me with them, unwilling to let any movement go to waste. Her tongue curled up and pressed against the top of my pussy. I pulsed and writhed and I had to force one hand away from her head and up to my mouth. My knuckles bore the brunt of my teeth sinking into them as I tried to stifle my moans.

I missed her tongue and her lips upon mine. They did a better job silencing me than my own hand. However, I would never complain with how she was using them currently. I was in heaven

I was working my way up rapidly. I was heading over the cliff for this woman. She was simultaneously pushing and pulling me there, dragging me onwards. Like she had the entire time I'd known her. But maybe, just maybe, with one of my hands guiding her head, I was starting to pull her along too.

I arched my back, and juices flooded out of me.

Ari

Juices flooded over my lips, and she arched her back. It was intense.

Her thighs slammed together and I couldn't have escaped if I had wanted to. I didn't, but still. Her pussy clenched around my tongue as I licked inside her and soon her juices poured into my mouth and then overflowed. My mouth had not made a perfect seal over her pussy and so I felt splashes against my cheeks and a warm flow over my chin.

If it was not obvious, I was making Ellie cum and loving it.

I carried on licking and grabbing hold of her ass while she came, extending her experience for as long as I could. She shook in my grasp. This girl was expressive when she came.

A high pitched whistle escaped from above me and my eyes caught sight of her fist being bitten harshly, red marks spreading across her smooth skin. The image of those fangs sunk into my naked shoulder appeared in my mind. I could really see myself enjoying this girl. She was special. I was already aware of that.

Her thighs relaxed their grip on me so I moved back a bit. I continued to lick her but it seemed she was still concerned by my movement. Her feet wrapped around my back, holding me from going further. Her breathing was laboured as she came down. Looking at her with her wide smile and bright eyes, I couldn't help but feeling satisfied. I could stay here forever.

Ding!

Ellie

It rang out across the library. Ari hit her head on the table in surprise causing a loud bang and I nearly burst out of my chair. I drew my legs in quickly, away from her -- as if that would disguise what we had done, my thighs were soaked -- and I looked around. Ari too, peered out from under the table, rubbing her now sore head, but she like me could not see anyone.

I stuck my hand underneath the table and beckoned her out. Taking it, she pulled herself up. She drank in the messy state I was in, then reached out and brushed my hair behind my ear, as though she thought fixing my hair could fix the practical problem of my soaked and bare legs and visibly dripping pussy.

I blushed and knocked her hand away before performing the same action myself. Maybe it would help. Just a little.

"That was the bell for the front desk!" I whispered. "That's you!"

She nodded understandingly, before kissing me and starting to move off. The taste on my lips made me blush, but also made me call out to her.

"What?" She hissed back. "You told me to head off."

I stood up, and staggered towards her, my legs still shaky. Pulling my shorts up against my damp crotch I reached into my pocket.

I pulled out a tissue and dabbed at her face.

"You've still -- You've still got my juices on your face." I could barely look at her. I patted at her chin and her cheeks, doing my best to clean myself off her. There was a lot so it was difficult. Ari for her part, just grinned, self-satisfied. I blushed harder at her gleeful expression.

"I've got a washroom in the back. I'll be fine. Besides, who cares if some student sees me with your sweet juices all over me?" She practically gloated.

"Shh. Fine just go. You look fine." I expected that above my head, a heat mirage was forming. The temperature of my cheeks seems to suggest that. For someone who'd just let herself get eaten out in the library, I was acting very shy from just her teasing. I guess she just had that effect on me.

She turned to leave before doubling back. Her lips quickly pressed against mine and I could still taste myself on them.

"I know I look fine. You're the one who needs to tidy up. Your legs need drying." She was right. Even though my shorts covered my crotch, my thighs still showed my fluids. I wondered, was it on my shoes? Just how hard had she made me cum?

She peeked over my shoulder. "As could that chair... University property that! Make sure it's fit for the actual hard working students to use after you!" She scolded, grinning all the while.

With that she dashed off, leaving me with a heaving chest, wet legs, a damp tissue, and one final idea. I needed a book to borrow.

Ari

She didn't come down for about an hour and a half. Between recovering and cleaning up, I didn't blame her for taking her time. I did wonder however, did she expect me to go back up to her?

I wished that I could. Unfortunately I was hit by a small wave of visitors. Students coming to take out books, or return books, one boy just making it before risking a fine, and one girl with an issue with her library card. Between that and other jobs I did actually need to do before midnight, I was kept busy.

I was unable to go to her, but I suppose that was for the best. I doubt I could have kept my hands off her a second time and with the influx of visitors, the risk of being discovered had soared. Not that I think risk mattered much to either of us anymore. The perverted postgrad librarian and the naughty undergrad erotica initiate. I had just eaten out a student in the library, whilst on the clock. Not only that, I had done my job whilst still having her juices drying on my face and tongue. My concept of "risks I can get away with" was probably going to shift.

I licked my lips a few times during conversations and could still clearly taste Ellie's pussy. Oh it was blissful. So blissful that I was reluctant to follow through with my promise, and wash my face off. Begrudgingly however, reason won out. I touched up my makeup and cleaned myself up. It was after this, that she came to visit me, looking far less bedraggled than she had when I had left her, but no less attractive. This woman seriously was a stunner.

We grinned at each other stupidly. It was quite a secret we now shared. We were both still riding high from it. In her hands I saw a book. Its cover did not match Boiling Ink however, the book I had left her with. No, while that book was primarily black, this was startlingly red.

Although still a duller red than Ellie's cheeks.

"What have you got there huh? Can't get enough?"

She grinned, in the most confident way I had seen yet, and placed the book down on the counter proudly. She wasn't hiding it from anyone, not that there was anyone taking any notice. Regardless, I couldn't help but feel a bit smug.

In front of me, once again, sat an erotica. A romantic tale of two lesbians finding love through their shared passion, literature. Tales of drama, sex, and fun were all bundled up in this book. The end of the series, but certainly holding the promise of more.

"Burning Words hmm? The finale is a good one." I smiled. I had enjoyed reading it, but something told me Ellie was enjoying them far more than I ever had. You never forget your first I suppose.

"I expect so! However I do have a bit of an issue..." She replied, leaving the end hanging teasingly.

"Oh yeah?" I asked, opening the first page of the book. I held the scanner over where the barcode would usually be but shortly realised something was covering it. A small slip of paper, like a ruler, or a bookmark. A heart adorned one end, a rose the other, black ink scrawled in between them. I twisted my head to read it. Not words, numbers.

"See when I finish this book. I'm not sure what I'm going to do. I'll have finished the series. I need something to fill my time. To scratch that itch."

I held up the bookmark, staring at the numbers. Staring at Ellie's phone number. Next to the number, were three drips. Clear drips, not ink, another liquid. A liquid with a familiar smell. My face felt hot now.

"I think I'll need some recommendations. Want to get dinner with me some time and... give me some?"

She was grinning, and blushing. She was reaching out to me with all her might, with a bright red face.

I smiled.

"Recommendations over the table this time, or under them?"

Ellie

I toyed with the edges of my jean shorts, and smiled. A small trail of liquid rolled down my legs. My breathing tightened, my face burned and when I looked at her, I could feel myself melt. My eyes locked onto hers and the building faded from around us. It wasn't important right now. I felt like I had started to find were I needed to be. As long as she and I were this close, sharing the same space, that's all that really mattered.

I don't think I will ever get much work done around this woman. How could it be work if it is this much fun?

Epilogue

One Year Later

Ellie

We stopped outside the door. She kissed me on the cheek but I should have known she couldn't be that innocent and cute. With her body shielding me from the rest of the corridor a single finger ran along the front of my leggings, tracing my lips. Don't worry, I smacked her hand quite hard.

"Ari. Later! Okay?" She was grinning initially but then quickly looked away, acted annoyed, and puffed out a sigh.

"Fine! Spoilsport." She grumbled.

Her eyes turned back to mine and from there she continued earnestly, "Good luck babe. You've got this. It's a real great read. I should know. I'm a connoisseur."

I giggled at her looking at me with her arms crossed, looking all important. Sometimes I wondered if she was a bigger dork than me. A dork I loved.