It was the proverbial dark and stormy night. Not wanting to get stuck in my dorm room with my wannabe redneck roommate and his classic country music, I escaped to the library. I took the elevator up to the 4th floor.
The top floor of the library is quiet and usually deserted at night. I’m doing research for an advanced level history course and I don’t need distractions. I dropped my backpack on the table and pulled out the chair. I saw her as I was spreading out my notes.
She was directly in front of me, about twenty feet away. She was in one of those lounge areas with a sofa and chairs around a small coffee table. We make quick eye contact, and I’m the first one to look away. She has blonde hair with just a touch of brown and it is long enough to hit her shoulders. She is wearing a white pleated mini-skirt, a light green shirt, and sandals with straps that go up to the calves of her legs.
I can forget concentrating on my research. She’s all I can focus on now. I look up at her and see that she has gone back to reading the paperback in her lap. I can’t help but stare. She’s gorgeous, but not in the sense of covergirl beauty. This girl is cute and just exudes the sexiness of the girl next door. Her skin has the glow of someone familiar with the kiss of the sun but she clearly doesn’t overdo it.
I have no idea of how long I’ve been staring, but I know it must have been a few minutes because as my eyes travel up her body to her face, I realize she has caught me looking. My face turns red and I’m clearly embarrassed, but she gives me a knowing smile and turns back to her book. I shuffle my papers and attempt to concentrate on my research. I succeed at this for about 10 minutes.
When I finally look up again, I see that she has changed positions. She is laying on her back with her knees up and the book resting against her thighs. Her head is resting on the arm of the sofa. I take this time to admire her legs. Her hands hold up her mini skirt as she reads the book, but it is still falling gently toward her thighs. I don’t have a shoe fetish, but I think sandals are very sexy, and the high ankle strap kinds are my favorite. The straps on her sandals wrap up her calves, accenting her legs.
I realize that the way she is laying down, I could probably get a very nice shot of her legs if I was to walk by. I pick up some of my notes and, looking deep in thought, I walk past her on a mission of serious historical research. It takes all of my will power not to look her way as I pass her. I quickly return with a book having nothing to do with my topic.
As I near the sofa, my heart begins to beat loudly in my chest. I do a quick glance as I pass and I am rewarded with a glimpse of smooth, flawless exposed skin. I only look for a second, but that’s all it took for me to see from her toes to her soft, white inner thigh. I see just a blur of white panties, enough to know it’s there, but not enough to know too much. She glances up at me as I entered her vision but I’m already moving back to my seat. Mission accomplished, I settle down, pretending to shuffle papers and the book I picked up. I hear her moving. I slowly look up. She has raised up into a sitting position. She carefully adjusts her skirt, pulling the hem down toward her knees. Just as I was thinking that the show is over, she puts her feet onto the coffee table and raises her knees again, balancing the book on her thighs. I can’t believe it. The skirt is pressed tight to the top of her legs, but has fallen loose underneath. I have an unhindered view of the back of her thighs. I can easily see the lower part of her buttcheeks. She has to be wearing thong panties or something very high cut, because I see bare skin!
This is getting out of control, and I have to carefully adjust myself in my pants. I don’t know if she is aware of the affect she is having on me. This goes on for about twenty minutes. I shift back and forth from my studies to her. All this time the storm outside has grown worse, but I’ve barely noticed it.
Suddenly, there’s a flash of lightning and a loud clap of thunder. She gives a little shriek and sits up straight looking at me.
“I guess we’re a little too close to the storm being up this high,” I say to her.
She smiles and says, “Yeah, I think you might be right. I’m Lisa.”
“I’m Andy,” I reply with a smile. “Nice to meet you, Lisa.”
She gives me a quick grin and says, “I like it up here because no one ever comes up and I can read.”
“Yeah, that’s why I come up here too. I’ve never noticed you here before, though,” I replied.
She gave me a knowing smile and said, “Well, I guess you’ve noticed me now.”
Oh man, I could feel my face turning red but she only giggled and smiled at my embarrassment. “I’m glad you’re here,” she said. “On a night like this, this place gets a little creepy.”
No sooner did she say that than another flash of lightning lit up the windows. The lights dimmed, flickered twice, and went out.
“Andy?” she asked softly. “I’m still here,” I told her, “give the generator a minute or two to on.”
Another flash of lightning fills the room and I see her standing up with a worried look on her face. “Can I come sit with you?” she asks.
“No, stay there and I’ll come to you,” I reply.
I completely forget about my notes and books and slowly work my way over to her. “Shit!” I exclaim as my shin meets the coffee table.
“You okay?” she asks concerned.
“Yeah, nothing hurt but my manly ego” I reply and she laughs.
“Here,” she says as she reaches out to me in the darkness.
I feel her fingertips touch my shoulder, and then her hand moves to my back to direct me toward her. Her hand is warm and I feel the soft heat through my shirt. This sounds like a classic cliché’ but as she pulls me around the coffee table to her, we end up very close to each other. She pulls me closer and leans into me with her head on my chest. She has to be able to hear my heart pounding.
I awkwardly put my arms around her and say, “Hey, it’s going to be okay. The lights should come on any minute now.”
“I know,” she says, “but this is nice.”
I pull her tightly to me. My left hand moves to her upper back and my right hand slips lower to the curve just above the top of her skirt. Where her shirt has risen a little, there is a gap above the skirt and I touch bare skin. It’s like an electric shock running through me.
She lifts her head from my chest. Another flash of lightning fills the darkness and I see her looking up at me. Her left hand slides up to the back of my neck and pulls my head to hers. Even in the darkness of the room, I close my eyes as we kiss.
It’s a gentle kiss, just a quick peck. A breath, and another kiss. She tastes like sweet ripe strawberries, soft and delicious all at the same time. Her lips part and her tongue darts out to meet mine for just a second. We break and pull our heads back a little, and of course, that’s when the lights come back on brightly.
Our eyes take a moment to adjust to the brightness. In a sense of mutual awareness as to what we were doing, we quickly break apart. In the light, and closer now, I see that she is gorgeous. Her lips are pink with just a slight hint of lipstick. Her eyes are blue and her skin is flawless. She is looking back at me and I’d love to know what she is thinking.