Reuben trudged into the library as he had for every day this week - cold, tired and miserable. It seemed fitting that the clear night skies would greet him once more. Coupled with the gray misery that clouded the skies every day this week, the weather begot bone-chilling temperatures across the region.
"How I loathe exam time," screamed the echoing thought in his mind. He met every gust of wind with a grimace behind his hooded winter coat; fighting off frostbite and cabin fever just to make it to the holidays. On top of the local environmental conditions were his own personal issues. The past few weeks found him balancing a time budget of dedicating hours to cementing his knowledge and reserving some free time to heed off insanity.
Upon entering the dead-silent library, he made a beeline to the stacks. It was his last exam, and he wanted no distractions. No glancing over at people sitting in neighboring tables, wondering how they were handling the approach of the last day of exams. No clock to distract him. He would hit the textbooks and dissect his notebooks in privacy.
He never much cared for the stack cages. They looked and acted as prison cells for forced study. Nestled uncomfortably between the shelving of library volumes, they barely provided enough room for a student and the built-in table. A single light shone overhead, and that was it. A tightly woven chain linked fence, painted in a dark muted green to match the walls, kept outside attention from creeping in. It was spartan, but it offered just what he wanted.
One and a half hours into his studies, Reuben began to sense a loss of focus. The words and figures on the pages no longer clicked in his brain - the exhaustion from previous exams was taking its toll. Upon finishing the chapter, he sat back and thought of how to regain his concentration. A snack would weight him down, but some caffeine in his system might do the trick.
He returned a minute later, again resigning himself to the dismal cell - beverage in tow to help him plow through the thick chapters ahead. Pulled up and hunched over the desk, he again went through the texts, checking his notes to catch the emphasis his professor made over the semester.
Not five minutes into it, he felt a stirring along the crotch of his pants. It felt as if something caught onto his jeans. At first, his mind imagined the ages old aluminum table somehow snagged his pants. Reuben had scrapped himself on them in the past.
He was about to brush the whole thing off when he felt his zipper slowly come undone. The gentleness of its handling froze him in his seat. 'Who the hell is underneath my desk?' he thought to himself, wondering how he should handle this in a public setting. If he screamed, immediate and unnecessary attention was certain to befall him. The idea of returning next semester as the guy molested in the library during finals did not settle well with him.
Then, the distinctly delectable purr of Eva's moan, albeit near whisper quiet, grazed by his ears. The sound both excited and relaxed him. Knowing his girlfriend underneath the table fumbling with his pants drove away the fear of some stranger yanking at his junk. Furthermore, it put his present situation in a positive light. What a better way to relieve his tension that with a blowjob. The very thought of his girlfriend's studded tongue pressing itself along his shaft caused his cock to throb.
Eva faintly giggled as she meticulously worked his pants down to expose his trousers. The sight of his bulge pressing through the fabric of his shorts never grew old. Knowing she could gear her man up with the simplest of gestures stroked her ego. Eva knew she had it working, and so long as she kept her man happy, he was at his bidding. She could make him bend over backwards at the snap of her fingers if she felt like it. Right now though, she wanted his meat in her mouth.
Reuben sat back in his chair, eyes half closed, enjoying the foreplay of Eva's fingers dancing between his legs to get to their prize. It had been a while since they had seen each other - with exams and the holiday season taking up each other's time. He was impressed with her creativity in solving their mutual problem.
As he sat back, eagerly awaiting to feel her lips once again bless his cock, he felt as if another set of eyes were on him. Looking to the cage door, he saw a man in the stacks casually looking his way. The man must have thought Reuben was daydreaming. Reuben quickly played the part, startling to his senses and returning to the text. Pretending to peruse the book, he saw the man continue on his way out of the corner of his eyes.
The excitement of their sexual misdeeds set his heart racing. He looked down to see if Eva was at all exposed. Given his position at the desk, he could not spot her. With the unflattering lighting in the cage, he suspected no passersby could get a good look underneath the table. Still, he lowered his head down to whisper to Eva.
"Hey, um," he began, still at a loss of what to say about his fortunate position. "I appreciate this kinky surprise and all, but, ah, we could get caught."
