During the second year of my graduation, I was writing a paper. I often spent my day in the Library, surfing through books and reading on the internet.
The Library wasn’t a popular space in our college. It was a gloomy two-story building in one corner of the campus. We also had a separate student space. People generally used it instead of the Library. It was at the college’s centre and just beside the canteen.
It was almost two weeks since I had started spending more time in the Library. During the two weeks, I noticed that the Library never had any new visitors. It was always the same. But one face had gained my attention. I had never seen her around the college campus, but she was a regular at the Library.
One day, I was sitting on a bench in a corner, with my head buried in a book. I suddenly heard a thud. I lifted my head and saw her. She had dropped a big, old, worn-out book. The book got completely torn off and scattered into pages as it dropped onto the floor.
“Give me a break,” she mumbled frustratingly. “Well, you realize they don’t have CCTV here, right?” I said in a low yet a bit shallow voice. She looked at me. “They wouldn’t know if you just put the pages back in and returned the book,” I continued.
She looked too frustrated that I didn’t expect a reply. But she responded. “I am too much of a coward even to dare. What if they catch me? I don’t want to be reprimanded.” She gave a quirky smile at the end.
“Well, if they catch you, I can speak in your favour,” I smiled her way.
“Well, I’d rather take the responsibility and pay for it instead of trusting a random stranger to back me up,” She said. She gathered the pages from the floor and settled down across the table.
“I see you a lot here,” She commented after a few moments of complete silence.
“So, you’ve checked me out a couple of times?” I replied teasingly.
“Excuse me?” She said with her eyes widened, to which I smiled and buried my eyes back into the book.
“I have sometimes seen you check out some books,” She said. “You like different kinds of literature?”
I beamed at her. “Yep.”
The conversation continued. We started having small talks in the Library for the next few days. As the days passed, our conversation took a turn. Sometimes, I wanted Disha to be more than just a new small-talk friend in the Library.
And to be frank, sometimes I felt that she wanted the same. She looked irresistible. I used to notice her curves when she wore fitting dresses.
Days had passed, and we always met up in some aisle. One day, I was reading. As I tilted my head, I saw her bent over, picking up a book I thought she deliberately dropped to gain my attention. She turned back and gave me a smile which was just a usual everyday smile.
The sight of her perfectly round ass as she bent over had kicked my hormones to a level that the smile seemed like an invite for intimacy. She walked up the stairs and went to the first floor.
It was lunchtime, and there were just two people on the ground floor. Moreover, the first floor was like a storage space for old books. I don’t know if anyone has ever used it.
After a few moments of thinking, I went upstairs and saw her looking for books on a shelf. I sneakily grabbed her from behind – covering her mouth with one hand and the other hand sliding onto her bare waist under her t-shirt.
“Hi, gorgeous!” I whispered into her ear.
She was startled. She tried to murmur in her muffled mouth.
“Don’t scream. I know you like this.” I loosened my grip on her mouth.
“What are you doing?” she yelled in a very low voice.
“I know you want this, Disha. The way you’ve been eying me. To be honest, I lust looking at you and that ass of yours.”
She was a bit shocked and panicked. Even if she wanted it, all of this was too sudden and spontaneous. “I know I flirted with you, but it didn’t mean like an open invitation for sex!”
I chuckled a bit, “You see, I didn’t even say I’m trying for sex. You know, the head always jumps to the conclusion that favours your desires” I kissed the side of her neck and instantly felt her getting shivers and goosebumps.
She bit her lower lip as my low voice, and warm breath tickled the base of her ear. She moaned. “Not here.”
“Exactly here,” I released my hold of her face and slowly moved my hand onto her left boob. My other hand was caressing her bare thighs. I gently slid it up through the leg opening of her shorts. “You see? You already wet your panties.”
“Stop teasing, please.” She begged.
I expertly started rubbing her clit while licking her neck.
“Oh fuck!” she uttered.
“Oh, Disha. You don’t wanna be caught, right?” I asked, and she nodded. I pushed her onto the bookshelves enough to bend her over. “Well, you should keep your moaning low.”
She nodded. At this point, she just complied. No hesitation whatsoever. As evident by her wet pussy, she did want this kind of attention.
“Spread those legs a bit for me, Disha,” I said. She moved her legs slightly apart and tiptoed herself up.
My hands massaged her upper back, moving on to cup her breasts over her t-shirt. “These breasts have been teasing me since I laid my eyes on you.” She giggled a bit. “See? It’s better now that you don’t resist as much.”
I moved my hands under her t-shirt. I squeezed her tits one last time before pulling them out of her lacy bra. “Such tiny nipples! Tell me, do you like it when they are sucked?”
“Yes.” She weakly responded as I pinched both her nipples into a hard erection. I continued to grope her tits and pinch her nipples while the bulge in my pants started to dry hump her ass.
“You are so hot.” I groaned and unbuttoned her shorts, pulling them down before I kneeled. “Fuck! It’s almost sinful not showing off this ass you have.”
I pulled her panties to the side and started licking her pussy. My tongue looked for the clit and slowly slithered its way into her hole. She moaned loudly. “Take it easy,” she said. I smirked and again started to push my tongue inside of her deeper.
She covered her mouth to be quiet as I continued to fuck her with my tongue. I went up and stood up behind her. I started suckling one of her earlobes and teasing her by touching her pussy lips over the fabric of her underwear. My other hand held a firm grip on her neck, almost choking her.
She was about to say something. I heard someone walk up the stairs. “Fuck!” She hissed under her breath. She looked between the books in front of her. It was the librarian lady. Afraid we might get caught, Disha wiggled off of my grasp.
She hurriedly fixed her clothes and stepped aside into view from the door. She waved at the librarian as she entered. I was still behind the bookshelf.
I leaned on the shelf, closely glaring at Disha’s curves. It wasn’t that I hadn’t observed her. But now, I could do it without hesitation and admire every drip of her sexiness.
“Is that you, Disha?” the librarian asked. “I swear, child, my eyesight is getting worse by the minute.” Librarian was still near the door while we were near the far end of the room from the door. She (the librarian) walked to the desk beside the door and put a stack of books down.
She was also carrying a laptop with her. Before settling down, she plugged the device into a wall socket. I figured that the librarian wouldn’t be leaving soon.
Before I could say anything to Disha, Disha said loudly. “Yes, it’s me! Well, you know what they say. You win some. You lose some. Maybe your hearing will be 10 times better.”
She looked at me with wide eyes as if she warned me not to make any wrong move or we’d be caught. The lady still was setting up the books on the desk. “Dear, my hearing is all but gone too, to be honest. My folks dealt me the worst genes.”
She chuckled a bit louder than the library police would ever approve. “Anyway, I didn’t expect you to be here. No one is usually here. I am writing my dissertation here. It’s good to have company, ” the old lady replied even louder.
I didn’t know that the librarian was blind and deaf. Suddenly hearing that the older lady was closely blind and deaf, my perks went back up again. I peeked outside the aisle and noticed that the librarian was seated still somewhat far and with her back. Disha looked me in the eye as I had a smirk on my face.
I pulled her back behind the shelf. I held Disha’s wrist and walked her back into the far corner, ensuring we were completely out of the line of sight of the librarian. The light tube in that corner was broken, and the shelves were big and stacked enough to dim that little corner.
But that spot, being a corner, made any sound in that spot echo. I pinned her wrists onto the wall, with her facing me. I leaned down, planting a kiss on her forehead. She closed her eyes. I could feel her heart racing.
I proposed my head towards her left ear. “If you don’t want her to catch us, you must be extremely quiet,” I whispered. I could feel the warmth of her body as I moved closer. She looked up at my face as if she wanted to say something else entirely,
She ended up just nodding to my request. I hurriedly kissed her soft wet lips as soon as she agreed. Soon, my tongue started invading her mouth. She couldn’t help but stick her own into my mouth when I pulled my tongue away. I smiled as she did that, then started sucking on her tongue.
The sensation felt weird at first, but it was definitely erotic. She tiptoed as we kissed and wrapped her arms and locked them on the back of my neck. I pulled her in towards me and rested my hands on her hips.
My warm palms slowly made their way into her pants, to her ass. Caressing both cheeks lovingly before groping them like a perverted maniac.
Our lip-locking continued. But I think it was too hot and brought Disha onto the edge. She roughly nibbled on my lower lip. I gasped and slightly pulled away. “Playing rough, aren’t we?” I said. I let go of her ass. Even before she could think, I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants.
There wasn’t too much space between our chests. I leaned in, unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down. “I’ll show you what being rough is!” I slightly lifted her by her waist and tugged her legs, prompting her to wrap them around me. I pinned her back to the wall as she shifted her weight.
Her pussy splayed against my bare dick. I pulled her underwear to the side and slowly ran the tip of my cock on her pussy lips. “Do you want it?” I teased her further, and the poor girl could only nod in agreement.
I pushed the tip inside her. She gasped – I guess she had not expected this much girth. Her hole stretched and moulded around my circumference as my dick pushed its way in.
“I told you to be quiet, right?” I whispered again – a bit more stern this time. She apologized and rested her head on my shoulder. “Now, I want you to count,” I ordered. She didn’t understand at first, but she did so.
“One,” she said, and I rammed my 7.5 inches completely inside her. She shifted position. She suddenly pushed herself up as she hadn’t expected this ramming. She was about to squeal when she realized we would be caught if she did.
She opened her jaw and buried her teeth into my shoulder, trying to suppress her moan. She shifted her position again to let that dick sink in deep. I placed my hands under her, onto her ass to support her. “What comes after one, babe?” I said as I lifted her while pulling my dick down slowly.
She tried to catch her breath. The pressure even made her eyes teary. “Should we stop at one?” I asked with my cock still stuffed inside her.
“Two.” She said as softly and as slowly as she could. I matched her breath and pushed it back again, slower than before.
“Is this more your speed?” I said as I slowly pulled the dick down again. She nodded and planted a kiss on my lips.
“Three,” She whispered between the kisses. I moved my dick back in and out. With every count, her expressions turned more and more from pain to pleasure. Her hand caressed my face and combed through my hair. “Four,” She said, a bit more hurried this time.
I smiled under her kisses and rammed it quicker again. She moaned with her lips still on mine. “Five, Six, Seven,” There was urgency in her voice even though she was shivering.
I thrust her more than three times. She was over the edge. She stopped counting and leaned on me even more. Her panting started to echo, but she didn’t care anymore. Her hips started to move towards me to meet my thrust. This is more than the invitation I needed.
I started ploughing her. My shaft pulsated more with every thrust I made.
“You are truly the devil!” Disha exclaimed as she started gyrating her hips a bit. I was taken over by lust and started pounding even harder. “And this pussy feels like heaven,” I whispered. It was audible despite her lips muffling it. A few more thrusts and a few more granting. I started feeling my orgasm build up.
“Can I cum inside you?” I asked, but I guess she was just over the moon. She didn’t hear it at first. When she realized my question, her eyes widened.
“No, don’t… I…You’ll get me pregnant…”
It was too late, and I shot my thick warm cum inside her. I pumped inside her. Disha was terrified but, in ecstasy, shook as she felt her inside warm up. I think she had hit her orgasm long before when she counted five, six, seven. But she still had her final orgasm at the end.
She covered her mouth as her whole body shook into climax. I was still deep inside her, her pussy clenched on my dick as she cum. It was intense for both of us. For seconds, all we could do was stand there – let our senses enjoy and give it time to reset.
“Too late!” I whispered apologetically that I didn’t hear her protest. I held her back and wiped the tears off her face with my knuckles.
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