Message-ID: <6579eli$9803022256@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Jemma <jemma@mail.on.rogers.wave.ca> Subject: (no subject) "HE" (?) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: jemma@mail.on.rogers.wave.ca MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <34F9C97A.B2B69736@rogers.wave.ca> HE I have always wanted to mess around in a library, up on some deserted floor way back in a corner. I would take your hand and lead you back down the maze of rows and stacks of books. The room is almost dim back here, the books are like walls as we weave our way down to a dead end row and I stop here and kiss you. Gently at first, exploring your lips and mouth, and holding your hands in mine. I kiss you, taking your face in my hands and kissing you all over. Little passionate kisses on the cheeks and nose, and then down your chin and onto your neck. I run my hands up your arms lightly tracing my fingers up your body. I do the same for your legs, tugging your short skirt higher up your thighs. My kisses grow more passionate on your neck and shoulders. I find your mouth again and kiss you intensely. My tongue finds yours and we explore each other’s mouths. My hands are pushing your skirt up further now and finally they are all the way up to your hips without finding any panties. I am kissing you like this was going to be our last kiss. We are leaning against the shelving and you brace yourself against the books. My hands are tracing the insides of your thighs and I can feel your legs tremble just lightly against them. Slowly I brush my hand across your middle so lightly you can barely feel it. You take a short quick breath as my fingers actually touch you. I run a finger slowly almost agonizingly along the length of you. Oh God, you are already wet. My finger gets moist just along the tip where I am touching you. I bring that finger to my lips and put it in my mouth as I look into your eyes. Oh my, the look on your face, it is pure passion. You look incredible. Your eyes are devouring me. I am getting lost in them. I kneel down, squeezing and kissing your breasts through your shirt. I take the entire tip of your breast into my mouth; material and all, and exhale heavily. You can feel the moist heat on your breast. I kiss my way down your stomach, pushing my tongue through the space between your buttons, letting my tongue lightly touch your stomach. Finally I am facing the middle of your legs. You ease up onto a shelf taking the weight off your legs. Pushing books back, your hands grab the shelf above your head for support. I kiss the inside of your thighs. Lightly at first, just tracing little wet lines up the insides of your legs, stopping just short, just ever so short. I can see little droplets of moisture now. God, you are so incredibly sexy. I can barely contain myself. I touch just the tip of my tongue to one of those little drops. The taste of you drives me insane. I run my tongue the length of your lips, just licking the moisture off you at first and then with more pressure. Slowly I am letting my tongue insert itself between your lips, still from top to bottom, pushing more firmly in with each trip. Just before you grab my head and pull it into you, I stop at the top and push my tongue around your clit. It is hard against my tongue. I flick my tongue across it and take it into my mouth, sucking on it, letting it draw in and out of my mouth. Attacking it with my tongue while it is inside my mouth. Meanwhile my fingers have found their way up under my chin and are getting wet and rubbing your lips slowly. I ease a finger inside you. You are so hot. I can feel your heat. You are soaking wet and I love it. My mouth moves faster around you clit, pushing, and pulling, and rubbing in circles. My fingers are moving in and out of you now and I can hear soft moans escaping you. You have scooted back onto the shelf and books fall to the floor on the other side but we don’t even hear them. You are actually sitting now and I lift a thigh onto my shoulder. We are lost in our own world now. I let my tongue find its way inside you. Oh the way you taste. It is driving my crazy. You feel so smooth against my mouth. My hands are rubbing your butt and my fingers try to join my tongue inside you. You try and pull me up to you, telling me you want me now, but I tell you no. I want to taste you. I want to feel you cum on my mouth and tongue. I want to feel your clit push against my tongue while you cum. I begin to move my mouth in faster circles now as I hear your breathing grow faster. You are a little louder now and I hear a hand go to your mouth as you try to stifle your own voice. This just drives me faster as another finger joins the first and my tongue becomes relentless on your clit. I want to feel you cum so badly. Your legs are shaking and I can feel your stomach breathing hard against me. Your body is close. I can feel it. Both of your hands grab my head and pull my face into you as your body takes over and the convulsions grip you. You are so hot. It is incredible. You are trying to control your moans but high pitched squeals escape every other breath. When I think you cannot keep them quite any more I stand up and cover your mouth with my own, letting you moan into my mouth. I hold your body close to mine as the waves of your orgasm sweep over you. I love the way the control of your breathing comes back to you a little at a time. Your body feels so good pressed against mine this way. We hear voices and the unmistakable sounds of footsteps. We quickly began pushing your clothes back down and start walking away, now aware of the smell of our passion in the air. We knock over a large stack of books and begin giggling incessantly. We run off towards the elevators as the voices grow louder. I guess we will have to find a quiet classroom to finish our studies! SHE We ran toward the bank of elevators, giggling the whole time. The security guard very nearly caught us in the stacks….it could have been embarrassing. There was still an air of tension between us, a need to finish what we started in the library. We leave the library and cross the quad to the building that houses my office. It’s nearly deserted at this time of day, everyone has gone for the weekend. My office is on the second floor of a building that had to be designed by a psychologist. Full professors have the offices on the outer perimeter of the building, their secretaries occupy the next tier, and lowly graduate students are assigned to closet-like spaces in the center of the building. No windows, no chance of ever seeing the outside world during the course of the day. My office contains a desk, two straight-backed chairs, and in the corner, and floor lamp and a reclining chair for those times when I want to read in a comfortable position, or perhaps take a nap between classes. The walls are white, the woodwork ancient aged oak. The only decoration hanging on the wall is my 8th grade graduation diploma. Anything else would seem pretentious to me. We close the door behind us, and lock it. The reading lamp on the desk casts a small warm pool of light on the desk, but not much in the rest of the room. You stand with your back against the wall, and pull me to you and kiss me on my mouth. A soft, tender kiss. You taste like me, a memory from the library. I push you back against the wall, and hold you there, at arm’s length. I want to look at your face, study your features, stencil them in my memory. I unbuckle your belt, and unzip your trousers. Pull your shirt out and unbutton it. My hands lightly caress your bare skin, from your waist, along your ribcage and up to your armpits. Flattened out now, across your pecs, stroking the hair on your chest. Rubbing lightly over each nipple, barely touching the surface. You give an involuntary shudder, I think you like that. I take one nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, and very gently pinch until both are erect. I lean forward and circle each nipple with my tongue, teasing each with my teeth, alternately biting and licking. You’re breathing faster now, your legs are trembling…..I ease your trousers down over your hips so you can step out of them…and push you back onto the reclining chair. I drop to my knees before you, and as I do….your penis springs to life, an involuntary reaction, over which you have no control. You reach out a hand to stroke it, but I stop you. I want to do this myself and it is not time yet. I love kissing the inside of your thighs, from your kneecap, up to the place where your sex begins….. up one side, gently biting, stopping, breathing warm wet air onto your skin, barely touching the skin with my tongue…down the other side, not touching your penis, which is by now very hard and curves in an arc up towards your belly……Ahhh….your belly, so flat, with clearly defined muscles on either side, muscles that contract when my tongue makes contact with the skin. I love that you take such good care of yourself. The room is heating up, and the smell of raw sex permeates the room, adding to our excitement. I can feel the wetness between my legs again, and I reach down to wet one finger, and bring it to your lips….wanting you to taste me again. I want you. I want to taste you. Feel you, feel your penis grow and strain against my hand. My lips circling the head, tongue tracing a wet line around the outside edge, into my mouth, out again, my fingers circling the shaft, short unhurried strokes, up and down, up and down, my thumb applying constant pressure to the underside, along the shaft to the place just at the underside of the head, the place where that last piece of gender-defining tissue remains, so sensitive….. The head of your cock is like a piece of fine velvet….there is no part of a woman this soft….like the eye of a deer. I love the look on your face at this time, concentrating on nothing but your penis and the pleasure you feel there. A few drops of clear liquid appear at your opening, and my finger rubs it over the head, so smooth, so slick, so shiny, I touch the tip of my tongue to the opening, and finally suck the whole head into my mouth, continuing the pressure on the shaft and the rhythmic stroking, your hands guiding my head, adjusting the speed, showing me what feels best for you. With my other hand I cup your balls and gently squeeze, applying and releasing pressure to match the rhythm of my tongue and lips, sucking, licking, stroking, sucking just a bit harder, stroking, longer strokes, faster, more insistent. I feel the muscles in your legs begin to tighten, your hand covers mine and helps me stroke, defining the rhythm that is best for you…..I feel your balls tighten and contract and I know you’re nearly there…your eyes are tightly closed and your teeth clenched, your breath short and ragged….A low moan erupts from deep within you and I know it’s time. I want to see, I want to see you cum, I want to watch your face, the exquisite agony of release, the look of calm as the creamy white ejaculate shoots from your penis onto my hand, onto my chin, onto my shirt. Your muscles relax, your head falls back against the chair, and you let go of my hair. Your penis throbs, I can feel it contract in my hand. You open your eyes and look down at me and smile. I think we shouldn’t try to study together…………. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |