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   The Library

   M/F, teens, reality



   "I hate this class," Mindy huffed, as she plopped her books on the table
in front of me.

   It was late at night.  Actually, it was somewhere around 2:00 AM.  No
one else was in the student center and that's that way it should have been.
It had been closed for nearly two hours.

   I had been working as a security guard for the college Mindy & I
attended, near a large city in the midwest.  After my first rounds, just
after midnight, she met me at the guard shack.  We had set up a time to
study in the center as an effort to make sure I didn't fall asleep while on
duty.

   "I know," I replied.  "It's one of hardest at this place, and he's got
to be one of the strictest professors around.  His reading load alone could
drive a guy insane."

   "I can't believe how many pages he expects us to read.  Unbeleivable!"
She was nearly in tears.

   "Hey, take it easy.  It'll be okay." To console her, I slid over next to
her on the couch and put my arm around her shoulders.

   Mindy and I had met through my roommate and hers.  She had recently come
off a very heart-breaking dissolution of a relationship.  I happened to be
there for her as she was rebounding.

   Mindy is a beautiful girl.  Nineteen years old, slightly Reubenesque -
full hips, a wonderful round tummy (but not flabby - no flab on this girl),
large, grapefruit-size breasts.  Her alabaster skin was lusciously smooth.
Thick, dark-chocolate hair, usually kept short, and was a delight to touch
and caress topped her ovaline face.  If Mindy had a flaw, it was her small
mouth.  She would often compensate by using some bold colored lipstick to
cause its appearance to increase.

   It was early February, the student center was now quite cool, so she
still had on her winter parka for warmth.  Mindy laid her head upon my
shoulder and pouted.

   "I don't wanna study.  He's made me so mad I could spit."

   "Yeah, I know, but if we don't get at this reading project, we'll be so
far behind we might as well drop the class.  Then you and I both will be
short on credits."

   Mindy looked up at me, stuck out her lower lip to exaggerate her pouty
attitude and said, "Now you're starting to sound like my mom."

   "I'm just saying..." My voice trialed off as I finally saw the twinkle
in her eyes.  I should have known that she was yankin' my chain, but I
really had come to care for Mindy a great deal.  I just wanted the best for
her.  Now I knew she was teasing me.

   We cracked open the books we both had with us and pretended to read a
bit.  After about ten minutes, she leaned up and kissed me on the cheek. 
"Thanks for caring," she said, her voice slipping into its huskier tones.
"It's one of the things about you that turn me on."

   "Really?  There are more endearing qualities about me that have the same
effect?"

   "Oh yes, Absolutely." Mindy sat back a bit and a smile started to
appear, even though I think she was attempting to feign seriousness.

   I pressed home my case.  "Then, perhaps, if you don't mind me asking,
you wouldn't mind telling me a few."

   She closed her book and set it on the floor.  She then turned, crossed
her legs underneath her, grabbed both ankles and started in.  "Well, first,
there's your lips; remember, that's what started this whole thing in the
first place.  (I direct you, the reader, to another story I wrote earlier,
called "The Kissing Challenge." It tells how Mindy & I first got together
and who won the contest.) Then, I'll add your hands; large and strong, yet
you can make them so tender and gentle.  I'll follow that with your hair. I
just wish you'd grow it out even longer (it didn't quite touch my shoulders
at that time)."

   I baited her just a tad.  "Well, so far you've covered only physical
features."

   The twinkle in her eye turned brighter.  "Oh, sorry, yes; you have a
wonderful personality."

   "Personality?  What the heck does that mean?"

   She rolled back on her butt, laughing, still gripping her ankles like
she was rocking back and forth.  "Ha!  Gotcha!  I know; 'personality' says
nothing, tells you nothing.  It's just something someone says when they
can't think of anything they like about a person." She paused.  "And that's
not true about you."

   I blushed just a bit.  I do that quite a bit, but maybe a little less
since Mindy came along.  Raised in the rural regions of the midwest, I was
very shy, quite conservative and especially bashful around women and girls.
Mindy was doing her best, as one raised in the "big city" to break me of
that.

   "No, it's not true of you at all.  You're so kind to me.  No one has
ever treated me as gently as you have.  You're considerate, constantly
asking me how I'm doing, how I feel, what's going on inside me.  I love
that about you."

   "Well, it's genuine, you know," I quickly offered, interrupting her flow
in order to stop the torrent of what, to me, were embarrassing compliments.

   "That's easy to tell.  I think people can read you so well because
you're so real all the time.  I don't think you'd know how to 'fake it'
with somebody." Her eyes averted down at this moment.  "And I really,
really liked the other night."

   Heat rushed over my face at the mention of the first night we'd actually
been together, just the two of us.  While my roommate and his girlfriend
got into one of their spats, we took off and ended up steaming up the
windows of my car at the far end of campus.  Mindy and I had playfully
challenged each other to a kissing contest, which she won.  But my mouth
wasn't the only thing she kissed that night, so I think I may have "come
off" the winner there!

   "It was really great.  You're a wonderful kisser." I looked up into her
eyes for a moment.

   She had lust written all over her face by this time.  "Yeah, the kissing
was great, but that's not what I meant."

   "Oh," was all I could conjure up to say at the moment.  Heat wasn't the
only thing rising at that moment.  Then I saw the clock on the wall behind
her.  "Shit, I've got to go on rounds real quick.  Do you want to wait
here? Or do you want to brave the elements and walk with me?"

   Without hesitation, she threw the hood of her parka over her head,
grabbed her books and said, "Let's go; we don't want you getting in
trouble."

   The college library was always the last stop on my rounds.  It meant
going inside, checking all the exit doors and safety alarms, and getting in
out of the cold for a few minutes.  As usual, there were only a few night
lights left on and when Mindy and I walked down one of the rows of books,
the dark was heavy.

   "It must get kinda creepy, going into all these buildings this late at
night," she observed.

   "Sometimes," I responded, "but nothing ever happens here, so it's not a
big deal."

   "What do you mean by nothing?"

   "Just that.  It's really a pretty boring job," I said.

   With that, she reached out, caught the sleeve of my jacket and stopped
me in my tracks.  She pulled me in, reached up and kissed me.  Kissed me
hard and long.  Pulling back slowly, she looked up in my eyes and said
breathily, "So nothing exciting ever happens in here, eh?  Maybe we should
change that."

   I stood over her, thought for a minute and said, "You know, this is my
last check point and I don't have to go on rounds for another two hours."

   "Two hours?  That sounds about right." And she moved in close and kissed
me with such a longing passion I about melted right there.  Frosty the
snowman would never have survived with Mindy.

   I shed my security paraphernalia, stripped off my winter jacket and laid
it on the floor.  We lowered ourselves onto the makeshift blanket.  I was
on my knees, bending over, kissing her as she sat with her legs curled up
beneath her.  I had her head between my large, farm-kid sized hands,
kissing her hard.  Our breath was coming in short gasps in between the
kisses.

   She sat up a bit and began to unbutton my shirt.  "Uh, Mindy, what are
you doing?  We're right here in the library."

   "Yeah, I know.  Isn't it exciting?  Here we are in this place full of
knowledge and I couldn't help but think of anything else but 'knowing'
you." The desire in her voice practically dripped onto the floor.  The
emphasis she had placed upon the word "knowing" left little doubt what she
was thinking about.

   "I suppose so," was my midwest bashful response.  "But I want you to
know, I've never done anything like this before." By now, my shirt was off
and she was reaching for my belt and fasteners to my jeans.  She hesitated.

   "Never.  You've never gone all the way with anyone at all?" she asked.

   "Never, not once.  The other night with you was as far as I've ever
gotten with a girl." I could barely talk.

   "Then you're in for a treat.  You'll actually learn something in this
library." With that, she unbuckled my belt, unfastened my jeans, lowered
the zipper and began pulling them down.  When they got to my knees, I slide
around, yanked off my boots and slid the pants the rest of the way off.  I
sat there in just my boxers.

   "Stand up," Mindy asked.  I stood in front of her, my breath really
heavy at this point.  Here I was, the college security guard, standing in
just my underwear in the library.  Mindy rose up on her knees.  She was
still in her clothes and parka.  Crawling close to me, she put her hood up
over her head and approached my groin.

   Her hands reached out to touch me.  "Whoa, your hands are cold!"

   "Don't worry, they'll get warmed up in just a bit." With that, her cold
fingers reached around me, grabbed a cheek in each hand and pulled me into
her.  Her face nuzzled into my cloth-covered groin.  She inhaled deeply.

   "I love your scent, Devin.  It's real heady." Fingers slid into the
waistband and began to pull downward.  The elastic got hung up on a
protusion to the front.  Mindy pulled more slowly now and as my cock began
to appear, she breathed in deep.  When it finally popped free of its
confines, she was ready.

   Mindy always loved to surprise me and she didn't disappoint this time
either.  Taking me all the way into her mouth in one gulp, I grabbed the
back of her hood-covered head and held on.  "My god, Mindy, when you do
that I feel so great!" She said nothing, but began to roll her tongue on
the underside of my shaft.  I grew even more.

   She pulled off to just the head, flicked it with her tongue a few times
and impaled herself again.  This continued in a steady rhythm, while she
held onto my butt with each hand.  "You were right; your hands are getting
warmer," I said, looking down on just the top of the parka.

   Mindy stopped for a minute, slid her mouth off my cock and peeked up
from under her hood.  She had such a wicked little smile as she replied, "I
told you they would.  And now the rest of me's too hot in here and I don't
know what I'm going to do about it."

   With that not-so-subtle invitation, I sank down to my knees, threw back
her hood and kissed her hard.  My hands found the zipper to her coat and
undid it, sliding it over her shoulders and onto the floor.  I stopped for
a minute, spread it out next to my jacket and made our "bed" for the
evening.  Then, while my hands raced all around her body, touching,
caressing, lightly brushing the fine skin of her face, she unbuttoned her
top.  With each button undone, the cleavage between her breasts became more
visible.  I had held those stunning mounds but had not seen them that first
night.  Now, as I gazed at her from above, I saw what was near perfection.
I guessed them to be about 38s and a large cup.  Her silky bra pressed them
up and together so the valley between each one was deep and tight.

   My hands cupped her through the material, rotating, rising, placing my
thumbs into that wonderful cleavage.  I laid her back to the floor, as she
slid the straps over her shoulders and arms.  This allowed me to finally
see the objects of my desire.  As each breast ( I have to call them
breasts; they were just too lovely to be referred to as boobs) came out of
its cup, I saw the tiniest little nipples.  Mindy barely had any aerola
around each nipple.  What was there was such a delicately light pink as to
almost be invisible.  Each breast ended in a dainty protrusion.

   "Mindy, they're beautiful," I breathed out.

   "Do you really think so?  I've often thought they were too big." She
really meant it.

   "No, they're perfect." I lowered myself to the floor and lay next to
her. With one hand on her right breast, my mouth found the left.  I ran my
tongue over it, circling and finally landed with her little bud in my
mouth. As I sucked at it, her chest heaved a bit, making it even easier for
me to pull on her tit with my lips.

   During these ministrations to her mammaries, her hand caressed me
through my boxer shorts, which had slid back up over me.  It didn't take
long for her wandering fingers to find the opening to the shorts, reach in
and take my longing cock out.  My left hand began to lightly touch her
stomach.  Mindy's tummy is as exquisite as the rest of her: soft, lush,
just rounded enough.  Her navel was oval in shape.  My fingers found the
top of her jeans and she inhaled at just the right time.  Slipping inside
the waist of her pants, my hand went lower.  I cupped her mound, gripping
her pussy through her panties.  The heat was intense.

   "You know, if your hands ever get cold again, you can just slip them
into your pants, right here (I pushed on her lips with my fingers for
emphasis) and they'll never be cold again."

   She giggled slightly and said, "That might work, but it'd look awful
silly, walking down the campus sidewalks with my hands in my pants."

   I grinned, kissed her some more while her hand continued running up and
down the length of my penis.  I brought my hand out and undid her jeans. 
She stopped what she was doing for a moment and used both hand to slip out
of her pants, removing both the outer and inner layer.  She lay there,
completely nude before me.  I raised up on my elbow so I could get a better
look.  Mindy had dark pubic hair, but not thick piles of it.  It just
covered her lips and only the slightest bit of her mons.

   "I could let you take a picture so it would last longer, but I'm afraid
that someone might find it and then who knows what hell might break loose,"
she teased.  I leaned down and kissed her deep, pushing my tongue as far
into her mouth as possible.  She moaned just a bit and my hand kept up its
roaming, searching all around her tummy, her hips, the sides of her
buttocks.  Down her outer thigh and then back up the inner side, just
brushing her pussy and back up to her breasts.  I kept this up for a few
moments before she took my hand and placed it directly on her pussy.

   She spread her legs a bit for me and I took my middle finger and pushed
in between her moistness.  Flicking it in and out from between the lips a
few times, allowing it to become thoroughly covered in her wetness, I
started to slide it into her vagina.

   I knew Mindy was no virgin.  Stories about her previous boyfriend had
circulated around our little campus and if even ten percent of them were
true, I knew she'd had sex with him several times.  I wasn't afraid of
hurting her, breaking any hymen at all, but I guess I'm just gentle by
nature, so I proceeded with caution.

   As my finger began working itself in and out of her oozing quim, her
hand found my cock again and stroked it with more vigor.  I continued
sucking her breasts, moving between each one, pulling at her tiny nipples,
licking the delightful valley between.  circling and topping each with a
kiss again and again.

   My tongue began wandering south, finding her navel and licking it
several times, covering the delicate skin of her tummy with kisses, all the
while allowing my left hand to keep on pushing against her cunt.  At last,
my lips had reached her mons venus.

   I moved up and over her, slowly spreading her legs before me.  I
caresses her hips again and lowered myself so I was eye-to-lips with her. I
could look up over her rounded belly, see her swollen breasts and her head,
seeking to look down at me.  Mindy rose up on her elbows to look below.

   "What are you going to do?" she asked.  There was true inquisition in
her voice.

   "I'm going to kiss you down here," I replied.

   "Are you sure you want to do that?  I've never had anyone kiss my pussy
before."

   "Seriously, never?"

   "Never."

   "Well, then just lay back and enjoy.  I think you'll like this." And I
dove right in.  As Mindy put her head back, I watched her stomach shrink
inward with inhalation, her breasts swell with the movement, as my mouth
covered her pussy.  My tongue slid in between each of her lips, moving
upward and downward, stopping just for a moment on her clit.  I sucked each
lip into my mouth, pulling just a bit, then began the tongue movement
again. I never landed long on her clit, but circled it several times.  I
managed to slip my hands under her ass and lifted her up a bit to make for
greater access to her pussy.

   Mindy's hands found the back of my head, grabbed at my hair, ground my
face into herself.  She rocked her hips in rhythm to my tongue, letting me
probe as deeply as I could with it.  I continued watching her breathing,
her breasts.  I could feel the strength of her thighs squeezing my head
between her legs.  She kept pressing my face harder and faster into her.  I
knew she was close.  At that moment, I sucked her clit into my mouth,
flicked it quickly with my tongue and she froze.  Her hips raised up,
straining with the orgasm that was flooding through her.  I stopped and
froze my tongue on her clit for just a moment.

   As she slowly came down and I began to move my tongue and mouth off her
pussy, she grabbed me one more time, tight and held me there again.  "Oh
god, another...  and another little one.  Oh my, I've never felt that
before." She sounded exhausted.

   After a few moments, and I had moved up next to her, she opened her eyes
and looked at me.  I gazed into her eyes and didn't say a word.  I just
smiled a little smile and she smiled back.

   She broke the silence first.  "Oh, now look what you've done.  You've
made me forget all about you, silly."

   "Now, we wouldn't want that, would we," I retorted.  She grabbed my cock
in her hand and began stroking it again.  Rolling my balls in her fingers
on occasion, I just laid back and enoyed the sensation.  While she kept
this up for a bit, I fully expected the treatment I had received the other
night, when she gave me my first blow job in the car.  That wasn't Mindy's
style, however.

   Mindy laid back, releasing my cock for a moment.  "Come up here, Devin."

   I raised myself up and watched her part her legs, knees bent slightly.
"You want me to lay on top of you?"

   "Yes, silly boy.  How else do you think this is going to happen?" She
had such a mischievous smile on her face.

   "Mindy, I don't know.  I've never gone all the way before; you know
that. And unless you're on birth control, I don't have anything with me."

   "It's okay; I've got this covered." Only much later in our relationship
did I discover that Mindy, as any good catholic girl would, didn't use
birth control.  She just used the rhythm method.  Dangerous, risky, but
exciting and au natural!

   I moved in the space between the pillars of her legs.  My eyes never
left hers.  She took my cock in her hand and slowly guided it to that
marvelously moist spot between her thighs.  When my penis' head was at her
lips, she began flicking it up and down to get it covered in her wetness.
After a few flicks, when she figured I was ready, she raised her hips up
invitingly.

   "Come on in." Her eyes were at half-mast.

   I pushed slowly, ever so slowly.  Knowing I wouldn't be breaking a
cherry didn't matter.  It was my cherry that was being taken and I wanted
it to last as long as it could.  Bit by tiniest bit, my hardness entered
her.  When I was finally immersed into the warm recesses of her love for
me, I just held still.

   "Your eyes are closed tight, sweetie.  I hope it's good," she asked.

   "Mm-hmm," was all I could moan through clenched teeth.  "I've never felt
anything like it before.  I just hope I can stand it."

   "Don't worry about it, lover.  Let it flow over you."

   At that bit of prompting, I slowly withdrew until the head was barely at
her entrance again.  This time, not needing to move so slowly, I plunged my
cock home.  She raised her hips even higher at that.  "Fuck me," she said.
"Fuck me for your first time."

   So I did.  I don't remember how long I lasted.  Probably not all that
long.  Most guys will agree with me.  The first time is so unique and
unbelievable.  All that velvety wetness; all that youthful tightness.

   "It's okay to come inside me," she let me know.

   "Okay, 'cuz I think I'm about to." Then it hit me.  If I thought the
orgasm from the night previous was something, it was "Orgasm Lite" compared
to the rush that hit me then.  I buried myself into Mindy as deeply as I
could.  Her pussy reached out as if to engulf me further.  Her hands
grabbed my hips and pulled me to her.  After several shots of my semen had
hit the back of her vagina, I nearly collapsed on top of her.  She held me
tight, curled her legs up and around my thighs, holding me inside of her. I
could feel myself shrinking, starting to come out of her.

   "Wait," she said quietly.  "Don't move just yet." So I lay on top of her
without moving, holding my full weight on my arms and knees.  I began to
feel a sensation I was unsure of.

   "What are you doing?" I asked.

   Looking directly into my eyes, she said, "I'm milking you."

   Now, having been raised in the country of the midwest, I knew what
milking was all about and I didn't think this was quite it.  "What do you
mean?"

   "Just hold still and you'll see." That twinkle was back in her eye.

   Mindy was using the muscles in the walls of her pussy to squeeze my now
limp and dripping cock repeatedly.  I hadn't slipped out of her entirely
and could feel her clasping the head of my dick just inside the opening of
her pussy.  As she kept up this process, I could feel life returning to my
groin.

   "Mindy, that's incredible.  I think I'm getting hard again."

   "That's the plan, Stan." And she squeezed me tighter still.

   As blood engorged my penis again, I began to push into her more.  The
sensation, while not as strong as the first time, was still amazing, since
the head of my cock was just recovering from it's first orgasm.  Soon, I
was nearly back to full strength and moving with a harder, steadier rhythm
than the first.  Now Mindy kept her legs around me, hands on my arms and I
leaned over her.  I held eye contact.  I didn't want to lose eye contact.
Somehow, getting lost in her dark, dark brown eyes made the fucking of her
that much better.

   "Now, if you don't mind," she said slowly, "pull out."

   "You mean when I cum?"

   "No, pull out now, for just a moment.  I want to change positions."

   I reluctantly withdrew my cock, my balls aching for another go.  She
gently moved me aside and then instructed me to lay on my back. 
Seductively, she started at my feet and with tender kisses along my legs,
worked her way upward.  I pulled my head up and watched this sexy minx,
seeking to devour me.

   I figured she'd just pass by my sex-smeared member, but when she got to
it, she did what she was so adept at: she engulfed it with her mouth in one
gulp.  All the way.  (I had never measured myself; I never felt the need. I
was plenty big enough, or so I figured.  Later on, much further into our
relationship, when we were both much more secure in things of this nature,
Mindy measured me - seven and a half inches long from pubic bone to tip and
a bit over three inches in circumferece.  not that size mattered to her. 
She taught me how to use my cock to her great delight...  and mine!)

   "Do you like the taste of us mingled all over me?" I asked.

   She looked up at me, never once taking me out of her mouth.  She nodded,
hummed a simple agreement and began moving her head up and down on me. 
With one of her hands, she began rolling my balls around, occasionally
taking her middle finger and pressing on that wonderful sweet spot at the
very base of my cock.  After several minutes of this, she slowly withdrew
me from her mouth and began her trail of kisses upward.  I'd never had
anyone lick my nipples.  I can't say it was the best, but after all the
other sensations I'd been receiving, it was pleasurable.

   At last, she was astride me, kissing my face, my eyes, my cheeks, my
neck, my mouth.  During the kisses, I could sense her reach down between
her legs, which straddled mind.  Grasping my now fully erect cock, she
guided it to her moistness for a second time.  She rose up just slightly,
and then lowered herself onto me.  I gasped.

   "I thought you'd like this one," she said, again with the loving twinkle
in her eye.

   A steady rhythm began with her hips rising and falling upon me.  If I
pulled my head up just slightly, I could see the shaft of my penis between
her legs and she rose up, nearly letting me fall out of her softness.  Then
she began moving more quickly and firmly.  With each downstroke, our flesh
began making slight fapping sounds, as her cheeks contacted my things and
balls.  Soon, she leaned up toward my face.

   "Kiss me, kiss me now," she said with urgency.

   So I did.  Hard, almost rough.  My tongue shot into her mouth and she
tried to fight past mine to push her tongue into me.  Her hips were now
moving in an almost frenzied motion.  Her mons was grinding into mine, even
as she thrust herself up and down on my shaft.  Her arms laid heavy upon my
shoulders, her hands on either side of my head, her tongue darting in and
out of my mouth.

   It hit her hard, when she came.  I could feel her tense up, her hips
stopped their pumping and just landed hard on me.  Her hands were squeezing
my head, her tongue came out of my mouth and there was a long inhalation of
breath.

   "Oh my," she managed.

   As she started to come down that slow decline from peaking, she realized
that I had not cum yet.  With that, her hips began again in earnest, her
muscles plying their fine art of milking and squeezing.  It didn't take
much of that.  I grabbed her ass in both hands and ground her down hard,
while at the same time, thrusting as deep into her as I could, pushing with
my heels to help facilitate the thrust.

   My teeth clenched, my body tense, I grunted quite loudly.

   "I'll have to ask you to please be quiet or you'll need to leave the
library," she teased.

   "Yes, ma'am, I'll try.  But when your getting sucked dry twice by the
head librarian, it ain't easy to be quiet."

   We lay there for a bit longer, my dick finally quietly plopping out of
her.  She didn't move and I could feel some of my cum rolling down my
balls.

   She moved down off me, took my shrinking penis into her mouth, cleaning
me up.  then she licked my balls clean too.  When she looked up at me, she
had a slight dribble on her cheek.  I wiped at it with my finger, as she
smiled.
   "Let's study more often, shall we?" The twinkle in her eye said it all.