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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………….




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