It was the end of term, more specifically it was the night of the ball, sometime after 1am. The party was still in full swing, with lots of very drunk, very happy, and newly graduated students having the party of their lives. From tomorrow on they would go out into the world and make their lives, but tonight they were being drunken students one last time. In dark, and not so dark, corners all over the college students were getting to know each other, one last time. No, lets be blatant about it, they were fucking. Ball dresses were being lifted to reveal knickerless and frequently hairless pussies, just gagging for a fuck. Trousers were being unzipped all over the place and fat hard cocks being released from their imprisonment, only to be plunged into an even tighter place. Nobody cares, because nobody who is anybody is watching. If you are anybody you are taking part, or have been taking part.
But one couple has something more private in mind. They steal away from the main body of the party. We see them first in the shadows, running beneath the archways searching for a door. One figure, a man, reaches inside his coat and with the slightest rattle of metal and a click the door opens and the two figures slip inside. Another click and the door is closed behind them. The woman catches her breath, excited by being somewhere forbidden, and turns to look at the man. He is typing numbers into a panel, deactivating the security system. He turns and smiles at her, she smiles back, and they kiss passionately for a moment. Then they set off quietly up the stone stairs. At the top, their is a huge oak door set into a stone archway. He stops to turn the handle, but as carefully as he tries, he can’t stop the clang of metal against metal that reverberates around the stone corridor. The rush through the door and close it with another clang. He grabs her and pushes her backwards against the door, pressing his entire body against hers as he kisses her.
He tears himself away from her, the effort is almost too much for him. He has waited all year for this moment and he can hardly bear to wait another moment. He started work almost exactly one year ago. Great, he thought, working for a year in a library, how exciting. But he was broke and needed the money before he went to University himself. All that first summer he had sweltered, moving books in tremendous heat, working like a slave for the old harridan of a librarian. Partying hard now and then, but being virtuous and saving the money ready for uni. Then suddenly the job became much more interesting. Term started again. Suddenly the library, so quiet and uninteresting all summer, was full of people. Better than that, girl, young girls just older than himself. Clever, but almost every one was gorgeous. It took him a few weeks to sort out the attached ones, the lesbians, and the simply not interested. But that still left a fair number who were fair game. He had it all planned out, he was going to sleep his way through the students one girl at a time. By the end of the year he would be leaving for a rest, or so he thought.
The first blow to his plan came quickly. One afternoon he was chatting to a student, blonde, beautiful, shapely, and gorgeous breasts. He was just about to get her mobile number when the harridan came to give him some work. When he turned back, his new friend was gone, and he was without her number. Later that same afternoon the harridan pointed out that it was explicitly against the rules to sleep with the students, and if he was found to be doing it he could and would be fired. He could cope with that though, he would be subtle, secretive and wouldn’t get caught.
But then she came. It was about 6 weeks into term, towards the end of November. Her father had been ill and had died, so she hadn’t been back to the university. But she was back now and had to study hard to make up for lost time. She was in the library almost all day and night and she seemed to like him. Suddenly all thoughts of being a player were gone. This was the girl for him, THE girl for him, THE ONLY girl for him. He smiled, she smiled, he fetched her books, they went out for a drink, they had fun together. But the harridan was watching him, determined to catch him if he transgressed. They watched him, her housekeeper watched her, her tutor had a quiet word with her and reminded her that she could lose him his job. She swore that they were just dating, that they hadn’t slept together, and the college was forced to accept it, though they didn’t believe a word of it.
But it was true. Despite all his plans of playing and fucking every woman he could, he was true to this one, and never put a foot out of line that could cost him his job.
But tonight was different. She had graduated now, she was a free agent. Fair game at last. They had waited over six months for this night. Can anyone imagine what six months of suppressed sexual urges felt like. He did, and so did she, but tonight it was all going to be worthwhile.
With a flick of a single switch he filled the room with light. The College Library, his workplace, illuminated for the one he loved. It was over 200 years old, great oak bookcases, stone pillars, arched roof, and the two galleries upstairs. Lining either side of the upstairs were long balconies, rows of desks looking down into the main floor of the library. And tonight, all the desk lights were on, shining down like an expectant audience.
