Two college sudents hunger for a hot hookup in the library

Studying for finals my sophomore year of college had me at the library a lot. More than was healthy, most likely. It left little room for an actual life — let alone a sex life.

When you’re at the library practically twenty-four/seven, you tend to get nosy about your surroundings. Two days before finals I knew a few things for certain. Ms. Summers, the head librarian, had a steady girlfriend, but she also had a little something-something on the side. A tall, red-haired guy I vaguely knew who was majoring in English Lit. They’d sometimes head out for lunch together, but more often they’d meet in the stacks on the upper floor.

While I’d study, I’d drink coffee and time them. Usually, their in-library liaisons lasted roughly twenty minutes. I also knew that Ms. Summers’s assistant, Riley, had a crush on me. I’d catch him watching me from the desk or the computer bank. I’d also see him lingering in the section closest to my customary spot that held all the psychology books. I considered trying to analyze him for practice but found that his appreciative stares were so adorable they kept me from poking around in his gray matter. Maybe later, I told myself. Maybe after finals. I could ask him out — because I saw zero chance of him building up the nerve — and then we could get to know each other without the library stalking. I chalked it up as a possibility.

The last day to study for exams, I found that I was the only person on the upper floor with Riley. I saw him flitting in and out with his rolling cart of books. He was doing his best not to look at me, and I couldn’t help but find his act slightly amusing. His enormous efforts to pretend as if I wasn’t there were cracking me up. I stretched, glanced down to the lower floor and saw Ms. Summers walking out with her purse in one hand and her keys in the other, her redhead following close behind. A quick scan of the library showed me an anomaly. One lone student at the computers. No one else was there.

I looked at the clock and realized it was a little past noon. Most people were off grabbing some lunch so they’d be nourished and could stay awake to torture themselves with more information intake.

“Aren’t you going to go eat?”

I jumped at his voice and put a hand to my heart to steady myself.

“Jesus, Riley. Give a girl some warning. Lord. You scared the hell out of me. You’re like a ghost.”

He grinned. “Sorry. Occupational hazard. Quiet is mandatory. At least that’s what Eleanor says.”

“Eleanor?”

“Ms. Summers.”

“Ah, yes. She just left,” I said. For some reason, saying that to him felt like an innuendo. I felt heat rush into my cheeks.

“Did she?” The way he looked at me only made the heat worse. He was shy, wasn’t he? But he didn’t seem to be shy at the moment. Not with that gaze.

“Lunch, I guess.” He stared at me. This close, I realized how handsome he was. How his eyes were a steel hue and his hair had a bit of curl in it and his body was… impressive. Lean but solid.

“Aren’t you eating?” The words left my mouth, and I felt something hot and kinetic blossom in my chest and move lower. I realized, trying very hard to not shift position, that my pussy was wet. Not wet. Soaked.

“I’d like to,” he said. There was suggestion in his voice. And it wasn’t my imagination.

I swallowed hard, glanced around again. Nothing had changed. Just us and the one student down there, wearing headphones and clicking away. “Oh,” I said.

“I’ll be over there,” Riley said. “If you need me.”

The he walked back over to his cart and selected some books. My heart was beating hard, and my nipples felt super-sensitive inside my bra. I sat there for a few beats considering. Wondering. And then I stood on shaky legs and followed him into the stacks.

He was already smiling when he turned around. “I’ve been watching you for weeks. I was hoping at some point you’d notice me,” he said. He brushed dark hair out of his eyes and leaned against a heavy bookcase.

“I noticed. I just… ” I shrugged. “… was busy. Thought it was my imagination, maybe. You know.” He held out his hand, and I took it.

The moment felt surreal. Like maybe I’d dozed off at the study table and was embarking on a sinfully dirty dream.

When he pulled me close, I smelled his aftershave. Something woodsy with cedar in it. And maybe pine. The random thoughts fled my mind as he kissed me. And then, mid-kiss, he turned me so my back was to the shelves and he pinned me there. His hands ran up and down my sides, swooped to stroke my hips and cup my ass. When he pushed against me, I felt his hard cock kiss the split of my pussy through my leggings. I let out a little sound. But it was soft. Must maintain the quiet.

“I told you I wanted to eat,” he said, dropping to his knees. My head went light, and my heartbeat, already banging like a war drum, picked up even more speed.

He tugged at my leggings, and when they were down around my knees, he went for my pale yellow panties. Before he pulled them down, he pressed his face to the front of them, the heat of his breath snaking in through the fragile fabric and heating my sex. Then they were down, too, and he was spreading my pussy lips with thick, warm fingers.

“I am hoping for a proper date once exams are done,” he said almost conversationally. Then he delivered a single lick, swiping his magnificent tongue across my thrumming clitoris.

I pushed my hands to the shelf behind me, feeling the meatier spines of some of the larger books push into my back. I tilted my hips forward, begging him with my body to continue. And he did. Eating me slowly at first. Gentle arcing brushes of his tongue across my clit and my outer lips. He suckled me hard enough that I had to bite my lip to contain my sounds. Then he drove his wet tongue into my wetter slit, fucking me with the tip as he held it rigid.

I bucked my hips again. He took the hint that I wanted more — needed more. Riley pushed a finger inside me, thrusting deep, and licked me repeatedly until I felt like I was slick down to my knees. When I mewled softly, he added a second finger and began to curve his digits against my tender G-spot. He licked me again and again until I was panting and clutching his hair, his fingers driving into me and stimulating the places I needed most. Then he nipped my clit with his teeth and I came, pushing the heel of my hand to my mouth to cut off the sounds of my erotic pleasure.

He sat back, eyes dazed and dark, and smiled up at me. “I told you I’d like to eat.”

I laughed softly, pushing my fingers into his curly hair. It was soft. And he was so, so cute. We were also obviously compatible. At least in the sex category.

“So about that proper date,” he asked, cocking his head.

This time, I held out my hand, and he took it, standing. “Yes?”

“Can we talk about it after finals tomorrow?”

I nodded, feeling a little shy but a lot turned on as I pulled up my panties and my leggings.

“You know where to find me,” he said as his phone went off. He cocked an eyebrow as he looked at the screen. “I have to take this. Yes, Ms. Summers. Up here on the second floor. I’ll be right down.”

He hung up his cell and leaned in to kiss me. His lips tasted like me.

“Come back tomorrow. I’d like to take you out. There’s a hell of a lot more I’d like to do with you, too.”

I nodded. I would definitely be coming back after my exam. I couldn’t wait.