Jonah and I were sitting in the study section of the library.

It was pretty empty because most undergrads were out enjoying Halloween. But not us.

He had his laptop open and a stack of books in front of him, creating a fortress of seriousness. I had my tablet and a few periodicals. We were surrounded by an aura of complete concentration.

But it was a fucking lie.

Instead of reading my work, I was focused on Jonah and how sensuous his eyes were and how his hair was falling in front of them, and how I could have reached over and brushed the sandy strands out of his eyes. We were that close.

We’d been friends for so long, but our attraction was there, smoldering beneath the surface and waiting for the perfect time to ignite — which seemed to have finally arrived.

“What are you thinking about, Monica?” he asked softly, catching me staring.

I fumbled for a quick response. The Pythagorean theorem? That sounded good, except I wasn’t studying math. I was working on history. “The rise and fall of the… ” I began, but those words just made me think about his cock. Would it fall to the right or to the left? Would he tell me if I asked?

“You have the strangest expression on your face,” he continued, his voice so low only I could hear it. What was my face doing? Was it letting him know I wanted to suck him somewhere in the stacks? That I wanted to lick him in the library?

I blinked and tried to emulate the serious expression he was giving me. That didn’t work. I felt a wave of giggles — nervous laughter — bubble up inside me. This was going nowhere fast. If I wasn’t careful, the two of us would be ejected from the library. Then it would be my fault he wouldn’t pass whatever exam he was studying for.

I looked down at my tablet. Jonah nudged my foot under the table.

“Come on,” he whispered. “I’ll pay your library fines if you tell me what you’re thinking about.”

Gathering up my stray wisps of confidence, I wrote a note on a scrap of paper and shoved it across the table. The note read: sucking you.

Then I looked back at my tablet and waited for what would happen next. What happened was that Jonah started to pack up his books. He moved with such forceful purpose that I had no choice but to follow along with him. The tablet, the magazines, everything went into the satchel. Then Jonah and I left the library together. He said, “That was all I could think about, too,” when we were out of the quiet zone.

“Really?”

“Yeah, you do this thing with your tongue when you’re studying.” He stopped me under the yellow glow of a streetlight. “You lick your top lip and then your bottom lip… I wanted to feel your tongue on me.”

“Where?”

“On my cock,” he said, as if I were slow.

“No,” I said, feeling frantic. “Where? Where can we go?”

He hurried me along to his apartment. He lived right off campus in the first row of buildings. They were white adobe homes with crimson-tiled roofs. Fortunately, he lived on the first floor. I couldn’t imagine making it up to the fourth or fifth. Even with proximity in our favor, I had my hand on his crotch while he worked the key in the lock. We were at each other as soon as the door shut behind us. I fell to my knees. He opened his fly. Then I let him feel the warm caress of my tongue on his cockhead. He sighed and told me that ever since he’d first sat at my side on the opening day of classes, all he’d wanted was to feel my mouth welcoming his dick.

Feel it, he did. I gave him the best blowjob I could, putting all of my fantasies into the sucking and licking of his rock-like dick. While I grew accustomed to the way he felt in my mouth, I touched myself through my jeans. I couldn’t restrain my hands. I was more aroused than I could ever remember being.

When he came, I almost followed him. I had one palm palpating my panties through my jeans and the other cupping his balls. The climax was explosive for him, but I hadn’t reached mine yet. He wasted no time pushing me onto my back on the floor, yanking down my jeans and returning the favor.

His tongue was a treat, making a circuitous route around my clit, tracing all sorts of hidden codes along my seam. I cried out and came when he tapped a tattoo of beats right at my core. Jonah looked up my body and grinned at me, his mouth sloppy-wet with my juices.

“Take off the rest of your clothes,” he said. I obeyed the command immediately. He removed his own attire as well, and then we were ogling one another’s naked selves for the first time ever. Damn, he had a fine body. I could tell he appreciated my sleek physique from the way he was eyeing me like I was a fancy dessert he couldn’t wait to devour.

He joined me on the floor, covering my body with his and teasing my clit with the tip of his cock.

“Put it in me!” I demanded.

“You want me to cram it in?” he taunted.

“Fuck, yes, Jonah!”

“Let me give it some thought.” He was dragging his cockhead up and down my juicy nether lips. I was out of my mind with desire, needing to feel him inside me.

“Please!” I begged. “Don’t leave me hanging!”

He winked and thrust at the same time, and I wrapped my legs around him, as if to ensure that he wouldn’t slip away. We connected perfectly, rocking each other higher and higher, and soon we were both coming together. When I’d headed to the library, all I’d had on my mind was books and notes. I’d never imagined having hot sex with my biggest crush!

“That was the best study break of my entire life,” he said.

“Thank goodness we have a whole week to prepare for exams,” I responded, and we flipped positions and decided to go at it again.

Check out the Full Gallery