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The Library
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
The Library
Literacy had taken on a new meaning with the new laptop computers. The library,
which previously had prohibited computers or relagated them to the special room
in audio-visual was now strewn with briefcases and fabric pouches the size of
small keyboards. The click click click of the keyboards replaced the scritch
scritch scritch of pen and pencil on paper.
I had settled down to write the outline for a research paper in my physiology
class when this foxy chick sat down next to me and proceeded to set up her
computer alongside mine. Her looks would have been enough to distract me under
the best of circumstances but her perfume was doing its share as well.
I tried to concentrate at least nominally on what I was attempt- ing to put down
but I found my concentration shattered. I couldn't see her face because her
long blonde hair fell shoulder-length over her cheeks. She had on one of those
fuzzy sweaters that just beg to be stroked like a kitten. It was too loose
fitting for me to tell exactly how well built this gal was but it was obvious
that she was neither fat nor curveless.
She must have sensed that I was staring at her but I didn't realize it until I
heard her computer beep several times. Looking at the screen to see what the
problem was I saw typed in bold letters, "Want to ball?" Now that distracted me
even more than the sweater, blonde hair, or perfume. I sat there dumbfounded
watching her type some more equally personal questions such as "Are you as horny
as I am?", "Would you object to my sucking your cock?", and "I don't have any
panties on, you know?" Pretty soon my cock was straining at the seam of my
pants and sure enough she had noticed. On her screen the words "I think I like
that mountain you're making of your mole hill."
Finally, I realized that I needed to do a little communicating of my own.
Getting my fingers to type what I wanted was not that easy but I did get "Are
you crazy?" on the screen. "Crazy for some hot cock!" was the response on her
screen. I tried to see what the expression was on the face of this women who
was seducing me in a totally new way but she didn't turn my way. She was
driving me wild with curiosity. "Love your perfume," I offered. "It's Eau de
Pussy," she replied. "Can you hold eight inches?" "Anywhere you care to place
it." "Do you have a safety?" "I'm on the pill. Are you communicable?" "No
way. Are you?" "The only thing I have that's catching is lust."
Whatever she was after, if she was bluffing I wanted to call her bluff. "Where?
When?" If she paused it was only slightly, maybe to calculate the odds of being
caught in this busy library. "Now. Fourth floor practice room 445-B." With
that she hit the exit button on her computer and closed it as she got up to
leave. She turned away from me and walked toward the central corridor.
Maintaining my cool long enough to save the work I had begun before this
mysterious stranger sat down next to me, I then shut down my own computer,
closed up its case and followed the trail marked by her still lingering perfume.
I lost the scent at the central corridor so I made a quick detour to a locker to
stow my computer and then to the men's room for a quick whiz and wash. I was
now getting nervous that maybe she wouldn't wait for me.
There are several practice rooms in the library for people mainly in speech or
drama although sometimes music students will also use them. To prevent exactly
the kind of funny business I hoped to be involved in shortly, the rooms were
bugged, there was a window in the door, and there was no way to lock the door.
I wondered how this would work out.
Peering through the window of 445-B I saw the blonde head sitting with her back
to the door apparently playing a flute. The rooms are soundproof so I couldn't
tell for sure. I opened the door and stepped in. It was dark. "What the
fuck...?," I thought. The door was pushed closed behind me and a soft, subdued
light was turned on. I could hear the soft sounds of flute playing in the
background. When my eyes adjusted to the light level, I could see my mysterious
stranger gesturing seductively with one hand while rubbing her sweater covered
breast with the other. In this small room, her perfume was even more
intoxicating. I still couldn't see her face clearly but what features I could
make out were stunning.
I opened my mouth to ask how the room had been transformed but before I could
utter any words the woman's lips had taken possession of mine. Her tongue
probed deeply and her breath felt hot and urgent. Our bodies ground together,
the obvious buldge in my trousers exciting her even more.
She broke the embrace and with one smooth motion lifted her sweater over her
head. As I suspected, she wore no bra. Her pink nipples capped perfectly
shaped tits that sagged only slightly when she brought her arms back down to her
sides. They literally begged to be rubbed and I was all too willing to oblige.
While I rubbed her warm breasts, she proceeded to unbutton my shirt and gently
rub her soft hands over my own nipples. Her hand lingered on my belly and then
stole quickly down into my pants to toy with my pubic hair. I was concerned that
I may come in my pants before we got much further.
I suggested that she slip out of her skirt so that we wouldn't get it wrinkled.
She agreed and coyly turned her back toward me while unfastening the zipper on
the side. As she had indicated on the computer screen, she had no panties on
the tops of her hose stopping just inches from her crotch. She intentionally
leaned over to slip her skirt off her delicate feet giving me ample opportunity
to feast my eyes on her flawless ass. On an impulse I pushed against it with my
bulging trousers and she gave a quiet but audible sigh.
Slipping around me as she stood up, she pressed her hot breasts against my cool
back. Her hands slid down my sides and around to the front of my pants where
they quickly unfastened the button and slid down the zipper. I had never had a
girl watch me undress let alone undress me. For a panicky instant I worried
about whether or not I was wearing clean underwear. But then I realized that it
was too late to worry about such things as my pants had fallen around my ankles
and the girl was tugging my shorts down over my hips.
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