Marty sat in the library late at night. He looked at his watch; it was almost 1:00 AM. Natalie was over an hour and a half late. If this project weren't worth so much to their final grade, Marty would have left long ago. He had already called her house several times but her roommate kept on saying, "She left a while ago, she should be there soon." Marty was fed up and tired. He was about to say screw it and go home when Natalie suddenly burst through the door. "Ohmygod, I am so sorry," she gushed. "I was working with another group and it went longer than expected and I fell asleep a the house. I just woke up. I am so sorry."
Marty grudgingly accepted her explanation. It's really hard to stay mad at someone who looked as good as Natalie did. Her red hair was long enough to touch her shoulders and it framed her pale face and brought out her blue eyes beautifully. Besides, she was wearing one of those backless shirts that tie in the back that drove Marty wild. The shirt hugged her small breasts tightly, accentuating the curves and making them so much more inviting. That and the obvious fact that she wore no bra were enough to convince Marty that waiting might not have been such a bad idea if he got to see something as beautiful as this.
They moved to a small table in the corner of the deserted library and began to work on finishing up their project. Marty was tired so his heart really wasn't in the work. To stay awake he played a little game. He tried to stare at Natalie's tits without her noticing. This kept him interested but also on his toes since she might look up at any second and catch him. Since this occupied most of his attention, his answers to Natalie's questions were relegated to simple "uh-huh's" and "uh-uh's". To his surprise, Natalie leaned forward slightly, untied the strings behind her back and tossed the shirt onto the floor. "Does that make it easier?" she asked. Marty coughed and tried to make excuses and say he wasn't staring, but there was no denying it now. Even if he hadn't been staring before, he was now. And her tits were beautiful. Small but just perfect with nipples that stood up and just begged to be touched.
Natalie sat there clad only in her jeans and sandals, laughing at his obvious confusion and desire. She heard the footfall of a librarian heading their way. She grabbed her sweatshirt from the back of her chair, quickly pulled it on and zipped it up, much to Marty's obvious dismay. The sleepy librarian walked by and looked at his watch. "Are you guys almost done?" "No," said Natalie, "I think we still have a while to go." She winked at Marty who shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to hide the bulge in his pants. "Well, I'm gonna lock up. Could you guys turn off the lights when you leave?" "Sure" smiled Natalie. The librarian turned and left. After a minute or two the sound of the front door opening and closing was heard.
Marty looked over at Natalie who was quietly working on the project, highlighting important points in a book. "What was that?" Marty asked. "What?" smiled Natalie, "You were staring at me and doing a really crappy job of hiding it; I thought you would appreciate a hand in undressing me with your eyes. Why, didn't you like it?" "Well...yeah, but I'd like a little pre-warning next time so I can savor the moment." Natalie smiled. "Next time? My we are full of ourselves aren't we?" She went back to working on the project. After a few seconds of incredulous silence, Marty did too.
After about a half-hour, they were finished. Natalie picked up her books and put them into her bag as she asked, "Is there anything else we need to do?" Marty spoke before his brain could catch up with his mouth and tell it to shut up. "A blowjob would be nice." Natalie giggled. "Oh, really?" Marty blushed a bright crimson and turned away. He turned around again when he heard the sound of her sweatshirt being unzipped and the soft thump as it hit the floor.
