Last semester at college was no different than any other.

I’d waited until the last minute to study for finals, and now had to cram at the library. I’d been at it for two hours straight and was so deep in my textbook that I didn’t notice the girl who’d walked by a couple of times. My roommate Sal kicked me under the table and said, “Check her out, man.”

She passed by again, pushing a cart full of books. Her black skirt stopped mid-thigh, revealing shapely legs, but her loose white blouse and gray sweater vest gave nothing away. She was pretty in a book-wormish kind of way, with glasses and hair piled atop her head.

I nodded to Sal and went back to my book. She passed by again, and I guess Sal leered a little too long. The cart’s wheels squeaked our way.

“Can I help you gentlemen with something?” she asked.

“No thanks,” Sal mumbled as he stuck his head back into his book.

“Sorry we bothered you,” I said. “We meant no harm. Honestly.”

“You’ll both have to come with me. We need to see my supervisor.”

Sal and I exchanged puzzled looks and reluctantly followed her. The last thing we needed was a sexual-harassment charge, when all we’d done was check her out. She led us through aisles of musty books to a back room of tables stacked with books.

She turned quickly and cupped my groin. I was completely taken by surprise. Before I could say anything, she was on her knees unzipping my fly. She looked up at me, and I said something not even remotely related to English. She flipped my cock out and starting licking.

Sal closed the door. She motioned for him to come closer, and he was rewarded when she unzipped his pants and started licking his tool. Sal and I were dumbfounded as this cute little thing went back and forth between our rods.

She stood up and said, “Well, guys?”

“I don’t get it,” I said. “First you’re mad, and then — ”

“No, just horny, and curious to see if I can take on two guys at once. You’re first.” Her eyes challenged me as she pulled her sweater over her head.

I wasted no time. I kissed her while unbuttoning her blouse and feeling her breasts. She unhooked her bra for me and it fell, revealing nice bouncy tits. My mouth zeroed in on her nipples. I unzipped her skirt while she unbuckled my belt. Her panties and my jeans slipped down. We stumbled toward a table. I swiped a stack of books onto the floor, picked her up, sat her down, and entered her. She was warm and wet.

I held her ass as I pumped away at that wonderful wetness. She said, “Yes, oh yes,” over and over. “Keep that thing ready,” she told Sal. He masturbated as he watched.

The table shook and more books fell. I pulled a clip and a pencil out of her hair, and her tresses cascaded to her shoulders, swaying with our motions.

I came inside her, my cock pulsing and filling her twat with hot come. She looked satisfied, but I was a little disappointed that she didn’t have an orgasm. I backed off and sat down.

“Your turn,” she purred to Sal. She got on the table on all fours. Her head turned to watch him, those wild eyes burning.

He practically leaped to position. His cock slid into her effortlessly, and he rammed into her with gusto.

It was fun to watch — the library girl getting rocked back and forth, tits and hair swaying. Both of them grunted, groaned, and panted as they shook the table. It was the only time I had witnessed other people, live, having sex. Plenty of pornos were etched in my mind, but this was fantastically real. The room was filled with the smell of spunk, sweat, perfume, and the sound of slapping skin.

Something else happened then for the first time: I got hard several minutes after ejaculating. Before, I’d always had to wait half an hour for the next round of lovemaking. But this time I was raring to go again, and I started to jerk it. The library girl looked back at Sal, then turned toward me, the fire in her eyes even hotter. When she saw my erection, she smiled for the first time.

“Get in front of me,” she instructed.

I did as I was told. She told Sal to slow down. She swallowed my cock and soon worked into a rhythm. Her mouth glided up and down my shaft in time with her thrusts against Sal’s shaft.

After a few minutes she released my cock with a pop. She opened her eyes and glanced at the door, and then her body convulsed in orgasm. Sal grunted as he came. Both of them trembled, then slowed to a stop.

She raised her head and said, “Sorry about that.”

“No problem,” I said with a grin. “It was so worth it.”

“But we’re not done here, mister,” she said. She got off the table, settled into a chair, and went back to work on my shaft. I took her face in my hands and smoothed her hair out of the way, holding it in a ponytail. Her eyes met mine, and she smiled. I smiled in return. Then it was back to business, her pretty head bobbing in my lap. One of her hands cupped my balls, the other slid up and down my shaft. I didn’t last long. When I told her I was about to come, she only bobbed faster. I exploded in her mouth and she gulped down my load. It wasn’t as big as my previous orgasm, but enough. She held me in her mouth until I was limp, then she stood up.

“Now that was fun,” she said.

Her name was Sheila. She took our phone numbers, and she called us once. Sal was out at a bar, so just Sheila and I got together and fucked until we were exhausted. It was only that once, but I often wonder how many times she’s had sex in the library.