Slut in the Library

Author's Note: Hey folks, just a little palette cleanser for myself. Simple plotted smut. It does have cheating involved, so if that's not your bag you have been warned. Otherwise I do hope you all enjoy, and more of my usual heavier fare will be coming in the future.

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Slut in the Library

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Anna hummed her band's latest song quietly to herself as she entered the college's library, her fingers tapping the drum beats on the skateboard tucked under her arm. It was a saturday, and relatively quiet, with just a few students tucked into the corners to study and get whatever homework they needed to get done for Monday. Only the second week of the new school year, and already folks were swamped.

But she wasn't looking for study material today, she was looking for entertainment. And shoe string budget that she was on after buying the newest drum kit, taking a book from the library was far more feasible than just buying. Much as she enjoyed full book shelves.

Walking to the fiction section, Anna couldn't help but wave at the librarian behind the desk. The older woman was frowning at the choice of Anna's garb. Black and red running shoes that just managed to hide the grass stains, jeans with cuts along the legs showing the fishnet stockings underneath, and a black lace bra worn beneath a short sleeved fishnet shirt. Loose dirty blonde hair cascaded from under a black hat worn backwards with the band's name "Wildcats" printed across it in crimson lettering.

Soon though the woman was out of sight, and Anna was tapping her fingers along the spines of a shelf full of urban fantasy books. Occasionally a title caught her eye that she'd not read yet, pausing her humming and finger drumming to pull it out. Inevitable to behold the beautiful cover art of a gorgeous woman in tight leather. Sometimes in heels, depending on how old the book was.

Anna couldn't help herself. She knew you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, but the art work always grabbed her attention. And when she got home curled up in her bed, she'd be treated to an enjoyable thriller with a steamy affair with some vampire bad boy. Or something like that.

The third book she pulled free had a pretty red head on the front cover, clad in tight leather pants and a corset under a leather jacket. Her hair whipped in the wind, and she had a sword in her hand despite the very modern city in the background. Anna studied the art a few moments, appreciating the detail the artist went into even getting the shadows in the woman's cleavage right, before she turned the book over.

The summary on the back seemed fairly typical. Bad ass lass had to save the world, while her partner was some kind of demon that got her all hot and bothered. She smirked to herself and turned to walk out from the aisle only to come face to face with her equivalent of the hot demon boy from the book.

He stood just before her, nearly a head taller than her, his lips curled in a wry smile. Dressed in a brown t-shirt and simple blue jeans, Anna felt her heart flutter as her eyes examined the scruff across his jaw.

"Well hello there James. Don't tell me your still mad about last Saturday. The Wildcats got that gig fair and square," she told her rival drummer from the Rascals. A less than catchy name for a band she told herself once again. In response to her comment though, James just shrugged.

"Nah. We're playing at the Brass House this weekend," he said, and Anna frowned. The Wildcats had been in chats to get that gig.

"You bastard," she said poking him in the chest clumsily with the skateboard under her arm. He grasped her wrist in turn, and forced it above her head and made her gasp. Her skateboard hit the floor and slid a few feet away. Fuck she loved the power he had, his grip strong around her wrist, covering the little blue dragonfly tattoo she had there.

"All's fair in love and war," James said, and grasped Anna's other hand and lifted it upwards, until he clenched both her wrists in one hand. He looked down at her and stepped closer until his body wash filled her senses. Her nostrils flared as her stomach flipped.

"Would your girlfriend say the same thing?" she asked, as James pinned her hands against the top of the shelf. She felt books against her spine and shoulder blades, a shelf pressing against her ass. Despite her words though she couldn't stop him. Mostly because she really didn't want to stop him.

"Since when did you care?" James asked with a wry smirk, his now free hand sliding over Anna's form. He paused at her breast and cupped it. Squeezed it to make Anna let out a soft little moan. Then he began to trail further downwards, teasing her skin through the fishnet top she sported. "I don't think you'd care even if she knew how much you loved my cock."

"What kind of slut would I be if I did?" Anna said and lifted her knee to drag her thigh along his own. James grinned, and pushed down on her leg until she was properly standing again.

"A good girl," he said, and dragged his hand up to her hip.

"Good girls are over rated," Anna said with a grin, and lunged her face upwards, snapped her teeth at him. James shot his head back then grinned, and pushed on her hip firmly, making the shelf shift behind her ever so slightly.

"Well. Let's find out exactly how bad you are then," he said, and pulled his fingers inwards. With a quick snap he opened the button of her jeans. His eyes glanced to either side of the quiet aisle while he drew down her zipper. Anna didn't both looking around. She simply didn't care.

"Well. Find out then," Anna urged him, and chewed her lip when his fingers toyed with the waistband of her thong.

Slowly he pushed beneath it, feeling the lace over the back of his knuckles as his fingers passed over her clit and made her let out a soft moan amid the fiction section. James didn't stop though, not until his fingers slid between her labia, and felt the slick arousal waiting for him. Slowly he began to tease the lips of her sex, and Anna let out a short little gasp.

"Very bad," he said, letting his fingers curl inwards. He pushed gently inside Anna, making her moan softly. Her hips pushed down against them, as she stared up at him. She chewed on her lips, quieting her moans as he pulled free from her cunt and slid back up to pinch her clit.

"Just how you like it," she whispered, and he smirked in reply. He softly rubbed her clit, watching the expression on her face. He leaned inwards, and bit her ear, tugged gently with his teeth. His chest pressed firmly against her breasts, letting the sensation of the fishnets graze him through his shirt.

Then Anna heard a soft hum behind her. On the other side of the shelf a young woman sang the latest pop song to herself as she perused the books. James stiffened, but Anna ground her hips against him, making him continue to pleasure her. To rub at her clit. Her juices soaking into the lace of her thong, slathering his fingers as he worked lower again to the entrance of her cunt.

Gently he pushed inside her with two digits. Spread her open as she bit her lip to make her moan come out in a choked little whine. There was a pause in the humming behind her as James pulled his head back to stare at her. Anna just grinned up at him while he finger fucked her. Just on the other side of the shelf someone else was trying to determine what they'd just heard.

There were no words between the two of them. Just staring at each other as James continued, working Anna higher, and higher. Soon enough the humming behind her continued. The young woman there either deciding she'd misheard, or that she didn't care.

She was taking awhile though, looking for what she wanted, and that only excited Anna more. Her imagination filling with fantasies that only helped James and his skilled fingers, whose pads had found her g-spot.

Another low moan as Anna felt herself getting towards the edge. Another pause in the humming. There was a thrill, not knowing if they were caught or not. James looked scared, and Anna knew why, but she was right there, and her own desires spurred her further.

As she came she let out a low hungry moan. A quiet sound that likely wouldn't be heard by anyone except the stranger on the other side of the shelf, and James. But that was enough as her juices gushed over the fingers fucking her. Her hands clenched above her head, still pinned against the shelf, still managing to hold the book carefully.

As her moan died upon her lips, James slowly pulled his fingers free. They glistened from her release, and he lifted them to Anna's lips. She drew them in with her tongue, holding in a delighted groan as her own tart flavour spread across her tongue. She closed her eyes, sucking on his fingers, washing them with her tongue, until he pulled free.

Behind her, footsteps walked away, no hum this time. James tried not to blush, but Anna could see hints of it beneath the scruff of his beard.

"Come. I know what else you want," she purred with delight as James released her wrists. He watched her, tilting his head with a raised eyebrow when she didn't bother doing up her jeans. To Anna though, they were still snug on her hips and ass enough that they didn't shift when she walked over and picked up her skateboard.

She walked to the far end of the aisle, putting an extra sway into her hips, and James sighed. She knew he was thinking purely with his cock despite the guilt chewing at him. Guilt he always forgot as soon as they were within inches of each other.

She dipped out from the aisle and started making her way to the back of the library. Towards one of the back desks where she'd be plenty hidden on her knees. She glanced back, saw a young woman in one of the aisles of books. The woman's eyes shifted, cause sight of Anna, and she blushed, looking away. Anna grinned to herself, even as James kept his head cast down.

She passed one of the little desks, saw a man studying there. He glanced up, and blinked when he caught sight of the black lace of Anna's thong with her jeans open. She just gave him a little wink, which only made him blush and turn back to his work as she continued on past. Just a few desks back, and gestured for James to take a seat.

He looked around. They'd turned a corner, and though he could see a chunk of the library from where he stood, over half of it was hidden behind books shelves and curving walls. He looked at Anna, chewing her lip, and sat down.

"Bad bad boy. Can't ever resist. Now I know for sure I suck cock better than your girlfriend," Anna purred and slid down between his legs, ran her hands up his thighs and towards his crotch. Soon she was feeling his erection through his jeans, and he pressed his finger against his mouth.

Part of it was to stop a groan. The other part Anna knew was to stop himself from agreeing with her. She grinned, and swiftly undid his belt. Popped the button of his jeans, and unzipped him.

"But I'm not going to suck your cock. Well... not to finish anyway," she said, pulling down on his boxers and fishing out his erection. He sprang up, and Anna grinned. She leaned in, ran her tongue up the length of his shaft before pulling him into her mouth.

He bit his knuckle, muffling another groan. Still, Anna imagined that studying kid hearing it. His own cock getting hard with his imagination slowly filling with Anna's flesh and foreseen actions. She started to bob up and down his length, slathering his shaft with her saliva. She ran her hands along his thighs, letting her drool dribble downwards along his cock. Then she pulled off him and smiled up at him.

James only stared.

"Come on. Say it though. Say I suck cock better than your girlfriend," Anna purred, pushing James, as she always did. He frowned at her, but Anna just flicked the tip of his dick with her tongue.

"You suck my cock better than my girlfriend," he relented. Truthful or not, because Anna really didn't know how well the woman could suck a cock, she grinned. For her, it was just getting James to say it. Each and every time.

"Bad boy," she said, and pulled up her shirt until the fishnet was bundled just beneath her breasts. She sat up on her knees and pulled out on both shirt and bra. James stared at her as she adjusted herself, grasping his cock with one hand, and slid it beneath her garb.

Gently, she let go, trapping Jame's spit slick cock between her tits. She grasped her breasts, squeezed herself and pushed them together around the cock resting against her sternum, and started to use her thighs to rise and fall.

James couldn't help himself. He leaned back and bit his knuckle again to stifle a moan. Anna grinned up at him, feeling her own saliva smearing along the soft skin of her breasts as she stroked his cock with them. The head of his chest pressing up against the fishnets stretched across her cleavage. This was going to make a mess, and frankly Anna was living for it.

"You'll have to get my book for me," Anna purred softly as she ascended, descending again as James looked at her with some confusion. "Because you're going to cum all over my tits, and I'm not going up to that woman with such a mess."

James's laugh was distorted with another groan, watching the idol of his lust and fantasies tit fuck him. Her fingertips toying with her nipples through the black lace hiding her breasts from full view.

"I think you should. Slut," he said, and Anna closed her eyes, the word striking directly at her libido. Stirring her further. The idea was tempting, and she went a bit faster.

She didn't respond though, instead just enjoying the debauchery of the moment. Enjoyed James trying to keep himself quiet as people studied around them. As people sought out books for education, entertainment, or both. All it would take was for someone to come around the corner, and take a few steps to the back to catch them in the act.

And Anna lived for it. Part of her still wanted to be caught. To be viewed with such abject lust. Her fingers slipped between gaps in the fishnet and toyed just inside the cups of her bra. Grazing her areola, and so close to her stiff nipples pressed against the lace. Her hips rolled slightly, almost thrusting against the air as her arousal swam through her mind, all while she pleasured the man sat before her. The man who took her band's gig, but she could never get enough of.

"Fuck. Anna-" James started, but Anna hushed him. She knew what he was going to say, but she didn't want a warning. She wanted a deliciously sticky mess.

His head rolled back, and Anna wondered if anyone saw him. If anyone was coming. She chewed her lip and closed her eyes a moment. Until James grunted again.

The first rope of cum shot up her chest, getting caught of the strings of her shirt. More continued to shoot out, and she clamped her hand over the cock pressed against her shirt. Cum smeared across her palm, spilled down between her mostly pressed tits, over his shaft.

Anna couldn't help but lick her lips with a purr. James panted, and slowly brought his head forward, staring down at the slut kneeling between his legs. The woman who stirred his cock every time he saw her. He couldn't resist, despite who waited back at his apartment. But once again, Anna staved off the guilt as she brought her palm up and started to lick the cum off it with a low groan and long slow strokes. She was savouring it, even as James softened between her breasts.

"Enjoy that tiger?" she purred, and James just nodded as he watched Anna retrieve his cock from beneath her cleavage. He watched rivulets of cum running down into her cleavage before her tongue found his prick. Slowly caresses once more that had him groaning. Had his cock stirring back to life as she savoured the taste of his release, getting cum smeared on her lips, and even some on her cheek.

"How could I not," James asked as Anna pulled him fully into her mouth again. Let him savour the wet heat, for a moment as her tongue stroked him. She groaned softly, and felt him get fully erect again beyond her lips. Slowly she pulled off him, and looked up with a smirk. She let a single finger trail along his shaft.

"Looks like you want more. But, maybe I should get running," Anna purred, picking up her book and skateboard as she got to her feet. She still didn't do up her jeans as she walked back into the aisles of bookshelves. The history section this time. Still with that beautiful sway of her hips.

James didn't bother tucking his hard, spit slick cock away. He got to his feet and quickly went after her, not noting the girl from before seeing them vanishing into the bookshelves. He caught up with Anna and grasped her arm, and her opposite hip, and pulled himself close. His cock pressed against the rough denim clutching her ass, and Anna just looked back at him with a playful smirk.

"What's this tiger? Going to take me right here?" she teased, pulling her hand free from his, and James just grabbed her other hip, and turned her towards the bookshelf. "That's it, naughty boy."

James dragged his hand up Anna's back, enjoying the sensation of fishnets beneath his palm and shifting the garment across her skin. Soon enough though, he had the back of Anna's neck, and pushed her forward. Her skateboard dropped again, louder than before as it cracked against the shelf. She had to drop her book as well, letting it fall with a dull thump to the floor, as she grabbed the shelf before her.

"Naughty little temptress," James said, dragging his hand down the expanse of Anna's back until he hooked his fingers in her jeans, the back of his knuckles dragged over the waistband of her thong.

With a firm tug he began to pull down Anna's jeans. He smirked, giving another firm tug and watched that tightly clutching denim descend over the swell of Anna's ass. He let his nails drag across her skin, the head of his slick cock tracing along the lace of her thong, pressing into the cleft of her ass. A small moan spilled into the quiet of the library as James pulled her jeans down around her thighs, the lacy bands topping her fishnet stockings poking above the denim.

With his thumb, he slipped under the string of her thong, right near the waistband. Anna let out another soft groan as James ran his thumb downwards, pulling the lace from between her rear cheeks the further down he went. Soon he had the strip pulled to the side entirely, able to see the glistening lips of Anna's needy cunt. Her fingers gripped the shelf before her tighter as she stared at the spine of a book about the war of the roses.

One hand gripping his cock, the other holding Anna's thong to the side, James guided himself to her entrance. The thought of a condom briefly slithered into Anna's mind, before James pushed inside her. The thought was expelled with a hungry moan as she was stretched open for him. His flesh gliding along her own, deeper into the heat of her cunt.

He released his cock, and her thong, letting the lace slid back to rest against his shaft. James gripped Anna's hips, and slowly he began to properly fuck her while she stared at the history text before her. A low moan started to rise as he picked up speed, and he reached forward to clamp a hand over her mouth. His fingers slipped between her lips, making Anna taste the lingering flavour of her cunt from before.

Lips clamping around those fingers, Anna closed her eyes. Behind her, James built up his pace, his breath getting heavy as he drove his cock into the slut bent over before him. She thrust back with her hips, shaking the book shelf slightly. A book fell, striking her shoulder and falling to the ground but Anna only let out a grunt as she continued to fuck James.

Fingers clenched into Anna's ass, James closed his eyes and breathed heavily through his nose. He started to lose himself in the moment, and Anna delighted in their lust being unleashed where they could so easily be caught. Her cum slick breasts giving short bounces in the confines of her bra beneath the scandalous top.