It was ten minutes to close and most of the student body had left due to the weather. The automatic cue of the library announcement from the overhead intercom was a welcomed reprieve of what had been a very long night due to upcoming finals. She made her way around the second to the back aisle. Her hands were full. She eyed the titles in earnest, looking for the correct placement of a certain book. She caught a glimpse of them through an opening between the books. Before her mind could comprehend what she was witnessing, Marissa's ears honed in. She could hear the ragged, heavy panted breaths. She became excited by the drawn out moans of ecstasy and excited grunts. The smell of perfume, cologne, sweat and musk mingled heavily in the air. The foggy windows which showcased the evening's rainstorm were the perfect backdrop to the emerging scene. She saw a discarded t-shirt upon the marble floor. The woman hunched over a small table, long blonde curls awry. Plaid mini skirt pulled up to her lower back. Marissa couldn't tear her eyes from the normally desolate corner of the library.
She watched in silence. Her mind numb, half in disgust, half appalled at her own depravity in watching them. She watched the well-toned back muscles of the young man coil and release as he thrust inside the petite perfectly tanned blonde. His brown hair showed signs of sweat, swaying with every movement. The blonde's white blouse showcasing her ample breasts heaving, strained to get out of her bra from the pounding her body was receiving. Marissa caught her breath, unconsciously licked her lips. Anticipation washed over her. She stood there unabashedly watching. As she watched, her body tingled. She caught herself chewing on her bottom lip. She wondered what it would be like to have been in the young woman's place. She wished to feel a hard cock thrusting in and out of her. Feel the tight coiling in her loins. The suppressed heat of two bodies joined together. She felt it starting, a need growing deep within her. She had repressed it for years now.
She saw the young man's thrusts quicken and still behind her. His grip on her hips tightened. Marissa heard the guttural cries of the young woman's release moments before the man's growl of accomplishment. His grip loosed upon her hips. He silently pulled out of her. The young woman straightened herself upright. The man leaned forward and planted a sudden quick kiss to the back of her neck. He looked down at his watch. He picked up his t-shirt from the cold marble floor. Watched him stretch it over her arms and head letting it drape precariously over his strong shoulders, cover his pecs and hide the washboard abs from sight. She watched as he leaned in close once more. His near silent words were barely audible to anyone but the woman he was fucking. She watched his tongue snake around the woman's earlobe. The young woman shuddered as he pulled away.
Marissa's mind went into a daydream like state as she wondered what it would feel like to be so sexually attractive to someone. The images that flooded her mind were intense. Marissa sighed. Her grip relaxed. The books crashed to the floor. The sudden noise, caused her to jump as reality quickly came flooding back. She instinctively dropped to her knees and began picking up the books which were in disarray. She collected the books back into order the young couple had finished reassembling their outfits and were proceeding to leave as they stopped at the end of the aisle she was in.
"Did you enjoy the show?" the young man smirked as he let out a superior snicker. He turned to leave. His hands entwined with the young woman's. He began to gently pull her along.
"Well, did you?" The woman remarked snottily. Her superior tone, unabashed glare and quiet derogatory sound in her laughter unnerved Marissa. The couple was the elite rich kids, whose fathers' wealthy contributions kept the library open.
"C'mon babe, Let's get out of here. Leave the heifer to her work." His words were hushed, cruel and biting. The male's voice was low and intimidating. Marissa refused to allow them to get to her. They were privileged. She was here through a scholarship she had won. The little bit she made through work-study afforded her a way to eat among other expenses she incurred at the campus.
The couple walked confidently down the aisle to the elevator that was reserved for staff and handicapped only. The elevator opened up to reveal the janitor with his cart full of cleaners mops, brooms and garbage pail. Few words were exchanged as the janitor pointed to the stairs. The young man's face reddened. His forehead furled with wrinkles at having been directed to the stair case. Marissa chuckled at how arrogant the couple was while walking begrudgingly down the steps. A few minutes later the intercom broke the silence with its automated announcement that the library was now closed.
Marissa smiled contentedly as she waved good night to the head librarian. The door closed shut with a heavy bang. She jumped at the sudden echoing silence as she watched the pelting sheets of rain continue to pour down obscuring the view. She nervously eyed the deserted aisles. Her heart beat rapidly. She was alone finally. The idea made her wet just thinking about it. She filled the return cart with the last load of books as she pushed the heavy metal rolling cart effortlessly towards the elevator.
Stepping out onto the top floor of the library with the return cart partially loaded with a few odds and ends. It was time for a break. The sudden sound of thunder rolling through the building made her legs weak. In awe, of the force it took to cause the earth and steel around her to tremor beneath her feet. She slowly walked back to her favorite spot in the library, book in hand. She gingerly ran her fingertips over the embossed hardcover edition of Hemingway's collection of titles. She turned down one of the middle aisles. There was a small coveted sanctuary. It contained two beautiful lounge chairs, one on each side of the small furniture grouping with a large circular coffee table and potted palms surrounded by massive towering wooden bookcases looming ominously overhead. The clean smell of orange cleaner from the freshly washed tiles floors mixed with the vanilla scented candles wafted up to her. She looked around before settling in on the oversized lounge chair towards the back wall amid some of the rarest collections of books, among the many columns of books. The campus was enshrouded by sheets of unending rain. The words of some of the greatest authors of the early 21st century resounded in her imagination. She could almost hear the authors' voices themselves, telling tales in her mind. Their written words dripped from her imagination onto her lips like honey. She was mesmerized by the thought provoking words of Hemingway's novel Man and Sea.
In her imagination, she could almost hear Hemingway narrating the story for her. The tone and infliction of his voice upon his chosen words called to her deep in her mind as she cuddled up in the lounge chair. She fell into the captivating spell of the written word as she devoured every consonant and vowel that made up the classic literature. Hemingway's words made her warm with desire as she began imagining him speaking to her. She loved the infliction of a deep baritone voice, which she had been told Hemingway had. Her imagination conjured up an image of a debonair gentleman with women hanging off his every word.
The sound of the rain hitting the roof and the windows. Her brain conjured up all sorts of interesting images as the rain pelted the windows and the rooftop with a furious unrelenting stream of raindrops. Tonight was one of those nights that she was glad to be alone. As she sat there quietly amidst the prose she envisioned Hemingway speaking directly to her. She imagined the women swooning over his every word. The idea made her hot. A breathy moan escaped her lips at the idea.
"If I was you I wouldn't be so vocal. These halls have a way of carrying sounds." There came a deep resonating male voice with a rich infliction from the other side of the column of books from where she sat. Marissa let out a startled yelp at the sudden intrusion.
Her eyes widened then narrowed. Before she could get to her feet the new custodian came around the corner to empty the trash bins. He was kind of cute for a guy. Rumor had it he was home on leave from the Army. He had been the talk of the library. He made the older librarians swoon. They said he reminded them of a young Cary Grant.
"I'm sorry. It was just a failed attempt at some library humor."
"Oh, don't apologize. It was funny, really." She reddened in the face and took a reassuring breath.
"You startled me! I didn't realize you were there." She said standing up so she could get a better look at him as he passed by.
"Hmm... must have been a good book. It's kinda hard not to hear me coming with the racket I'm making." He pushed the rolling cleaning unit a bit further ahead demonstrating the loud noise it made.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that." Her face began reddening even more.
