Research at the Library Pt. 02

I'd been avoiding returning to the main library for over a week, instead opting for another library on campus that was further from my classes. My lab mate who I always studied with thought it was weird that I changed our spot, but she didn't seem to mind because the smaller library had a cheaper coffee spot in the lobby than the main one did. It wasn't hard for me to avoid the library at first, but then one night, I had an incredibly vivid dream reminding me of what had happened, and after that, I was a goner. I spent the whole next day in lecture day-dreaming about the INFO booth guy fucking the girl in the pink dress except in my head, I got to join in. This went on into my study period, and I couldn't focus at all.

"Fuck it" I thought, "I bet if I go to there I won't even see him and then it will be out of my system." Maybe I actually believed this, or maybe I just needed some half-hearted justification to go to the main library again, because lets be real - I did secretly hope I would see him again.

I told my friend I was bailing early, picked up my stuff, and started to walk to the main library. On the way there, I passed a table set up by the student union where they were handing out various freebies that I grabbed - some candies, a stress ball, and a keychain. As walked towards the library, I got more anxious and even started to use the stress ball I'd just grabbed. Of course, I didn't think I'd see him, but just in case I did, I pulled out my phone and used the front-facing camera to peek at how I looked. As always, I was wearing something pretty basic - just a crop top and some plain black leggings. My hair wasn't too messy but I decided to tie it up just in case and before I knew it, I was there.

"Why am I nervous?" I thought to myself. "Even if you do see him, who said anything is going to happen anyways."

I stepped into the lobby and felt both relief and disappointment when I saw an older woman behind the INFO desk instead of the tall, cute guy with glasses. I headed to a quiet area with some computers and logged in. I tried to get some work done, but my mind was still wandering back to touching myself between the stacks and how hot it felt to be doing that somewhere that getting caught was a possibility.

Then it occurred to me - here I was, technically in public so I could get caught, but in a quiet enough spot that I probably wouldn't. I decided to pull up a favourite amateur website of mine on the school computer and started to watch a couple I like go at it. Being on a school computer added another layer of danger which made everything seem even hotter. I slid my hand between my legs and started to rub myself over my leggings. Of course, I had to be extra careful to be quiet and stay sitting normally, just in case anyone walked by or something.

"Ah-hem" came a noise from behind me. I rolled my eyes, annoyed that I was being interrupted, but that feeling lasted only a millisecond.

"Oh shi-" I began to say, as I turned to see none other than the cute library guy who only a week earlier I'd watched rail a girl on the fifth floor.

"Did this guy seriously catch me watching porn? What kind of fucking cliche is this?" I thought as he smirked at me.

"You know, people usually come to the library to do schoolwork," he said. "Apparently not you though, huh."

"Um - I can explain, I was looking something up, and then this pop-up..."

"Look I don't really care about your excuse, you aren't in trouble, but you can't do that shit here, especially twice in a row."

Was this guy serious? He was the one fucking someone at his job, and he was telling me what to do? I started to grab my stuff to leave and stood up when he grabbed my wrist and got really close to me.

"Meet me on the fifth floor," he whispered in my ear, and then he left.

"Um what the fuck? Who does this guy even think he is?" I thought to myself. "I dont even know this guy and he's telling me to come meet me?!"

I started to walk towards the library exit seriously pissed off at this dude. I even got to the first set of exit doors, and laughed at the image of him waiting for me all alone. "Maybe he would just have to stroke one out all alone..." was the thought that now had me wondering what his dick would look like up close.

Next thing I know I'm in the elevators pushing the button labelled "5". And then I'm walking through the stacks to the back corner where I knew this library guy would be. Except he wasn't there. I'm thinking maybe I was too eager and got there first, so I decide to wait five minutes and browse my phone. As I'm waiting, the anticipation of what could happen has me getting more and more turned on. Five minutes became ten, and then fifteen. Just when I thought "Fuck this", I heard footsteps approaching me.

There he was, the cocky library guy who was just sooo sure I'd meet him. He was pretty tall - at least 6 feet - and was cute if you are into the whole hot nerd thing. He walked right up to me and grabbed me by the waistband of my leggings to pull me closer to him, and then... he laughed. This guy was laughing at me!

"God you are such a slut. I made you wait more than ten minutes and you are still here?"

Well damn. He was kind of right. Why did I wait for some dude I don't even know? And why did I almost cream my panties just from him calling me a slut?

He started rubbing my crotch through my leggings and I heard him using his other hand to get out his keys from his pocket. I didn't even have enough time to question what he was doing before he flipped open a tool knife and cut the back of my leggings. He switched his hand from my front to between my legs where he had cut a hole and started to touch me over my panties. I was dying for him to move them aside and touch me properly but he just kept teasing me.

"Wow your underwear are soaked, huh slut?," he whispered in my ear. I blushed hard when he called me that, no one had ever said anything like that to me before, and it made me feel amazing.

I reached behind me to try and feel his dick but he slapped my hand away. Instead he turned me around and asked if I wanted his dick. I nodded.

"Of course you do. Get on your knees and put your hands behind your back."

I was pretty inexperienced at giving blowjobs, and all the tips I'd gotten from friends involved me using my hands just as much as my mouth, so I was shy about not being able to have them. I opened my mouth to ask if maybe he would let me use them, but before I could speak, I had a dick in my mouth. As I start to try and work it slowly, he grabbed my ponytail and started to move my head down on him, first slowly, and then all at once. I started to gag, which made a lot of noise.

He lightly slapped my face, "Be quiet slut. Relax your throat." I tried to calm down so I could take more of him, but there was still quite a bit of noise happening; this seemed to make him impatient and he pulled me back up to my feet, and put me against the wall.

"Alright, since you can't do that quietly, lets try something else." He put his hand into the slit in my leggings that he had cut and started to tease me over my panties again. My impatience caused me to whimper.

"What do you want? Use your words." He said.

I felt so embarrassed and shy, I didn't want to tell him how badly I needed him to touch my clit or fill my pussy, so I just turned my head and tried to give him my best puppy eyes. Instead of getting my message, he stopped touching me all together and grabbed my face. "Use your words, I already know you're just a slut, so stop trying to be innocent."

He was right. "Please touch my pussy," I whispered. He smiled and quickly pulled aside my underwear and shoved two fingers into me.

"Good girl. You're so wet. You want this dick, slut?" I nodded and he quickly put on a condom before shoving himself in me. Honestly, it kind of hurt, but this whole situation I was in was so hot I just didn't care. I felt like he was using me, and I loved it.

He started to fuck me, and hard. I was whimpering, probably a bit too much. He slapped me, "This is still a library, are you too stupid to follow the rules?" He covered my mouth so I couldn't really answer, but I was able to shake my head no, I wasn't stupid.

He lifted up one of my legs so he could get even deeper, but this meant his hand wasn't over my mouth anymore, and I couldn't help but grunt. "I said be quiet," he growled forcefully, and he started to fuck me even harder. I really tried to stay quiet, I swear, but the whole situation was so intense, and when I came all over his dick, I couldn't help myself from moaning loudly. I don't think he liked that, because he stopped fucking me altogether.

"Ok, slut, since you are too stupid to follow a simple rule that even kids know about the library, I'm going to have to shut you up." Shut me up? What did he mean by that?

While I stood there confused, he started to go through my tote bag. "What the fuck -" I started to say, but he cut me off when he said one word - "Perfect."

Then he pulled out the stupid foam stress ball I had been playing with earlier that day, and told me to open my mouth. As he put it in, he gave me some very clear instructions.

"Okay, this is your last chance if you want me to keep filling you up - which we both know you want. Bite down on this, and shut the fuck up. If you let it go or make too much noise, I'm going to leave you here and go find some other needy coed. Nod if you understand."

I nodded, and he pushed me against the wall again, but facing him this time. Then, he tore the slit in my leggings a bit more so he could access my pussy from the front as well. He slipped back in me so easily; I was really starting to make a mess.

As he was pounding me, I'm trying so hard to be quiet, but I realize that because I'm so wet my pussy is making a lot of noise. It was kind of embarrassing, and I was worried he would get mad about how loud it was. As he kept using me, I just prayed he wouldn't mind it and also that I could keep biting down on this makeshift gag.

He reached down and started to play with my clit while he kept fucking me. "MHMHMM! MHMMM!" I couldn't help grunting into the gag and again worried he would get mad about all the noise. I turned bright red and kept grunting.

"Its okay slut, it's not your fault your pussy is so loud, or that you cant help but moan. Just keep that in your mouth like a good girl"

Between him playing with my clit, getting my pussy railed, and most of all, him saying I was a good girl, I couldn't help but cum again.

"Good slut. I'm going to choke you now, is that okay?" I'd never been choked, but I loved how rough he was fucking me, and trusted this stranger for some reason, so I nodded.

He put his hand around my throat but didn't press that hard - it was like he knew how inexperienced I was. My head went fuzzy as he kept using my body. Everything was so much.

"You ready slut? I'm going to fill you up now." I nodded hungrily, the memory of him filling up that girl last week was what had made me so jealous. I felt lucky that now he was going to do the same to me. He spit on my face and slapped me while he started to slam himself into me, slower than before, but much deeper. As he picked up the pace, I started to cum. "Good girl. Cum all over my dick." This was too much. I kept cumming, and as I did, he pulled out my gag so I was fully moaning out loud, and then he started to cum too.

After he pulled away, I sat down on the floor, smiling like an idiot. He put my gag back in my tote and pulled out my phone, which conveniently for him - I always have unlocked. I was too exhausted to protest him going through my stuff, so I just watched him type some stuff in before he tossed me it. When I looked down, there it was open to a new contact - "Daniel".

He started to do his belt up and turned to leave, but first he said - "Hey, I'm really sorry about your leggings. Text me your size and I'll replace them for you." He walked away, and I just sat there still smiling, thinking about how that meant I got to see him again.