Libraries were made for sex. All alone in dusty stacks of books, with private little rooms just begging to be occupied with sweaty writhing bodies. And this is where it happened. The first day I met him, I ran out of the class, breathless with dripping panties. Being near him made my chest tight and my pussy tingle, I flirted with him constantly. And here we were, in the temple of secret sex, working together on a project. The setting couldn't have been more perfect.
I tried to concentrate on finding a book, but I couldn't. He looked so good. The way that red shirt pulled tight across his tall muscular body. Wondering how good that tan skin would feel pressed against mine, wanting to run my fingers through his black hair. The way I was hoping those beautiful blue eyes were seeing through my close. No wonder I couldn't concentrate. We were crouched on the ground, searching the shelves. The smell of his cologne was overpowering me; we were so close I could feel his body heating the cold air around his, his fingers lightly touching the spine of each book as if it were a woman's body. This man was pure sex. And I couldn't take it anymore.
We were all alone on the floor, I knew anyone wouldn't see. It was so cold I could see his breath, the breath I wanted to feel on my skin, warming my body. His fingers, those teasing beautiful fingers, finally found the book we were looking for, and he looked up at me. I did something I never thought possible. I leaned down and kissed him.
He looked up at me, confused. I felt so ashamed, so nervous in those brief tense seconds. I shouldn't have done that, he didn't want it; he'd never talk to me again. I felt my cheeks flush in embarrassment. I opened my mouth to apologize, but before I could, he shot up to his feet, grabbed my wrist, and drug me down the aisle. We reached the small study room at the end. He flung open the door and threw me into the small room, slamming the door as he followed me in. I looked at his face; it was pure animal lust blind to the consequences. I backed up against the table, scared of what I had unleashed.
He grabbed my body and crushed his lips into mine, sending an electric shock through my already tense body. I was kissing the man of my dreams, but I knew I was completely dominated. I was at the mercy of his will. I felt my head spinning as his tongue teases my mouth, violently kissing me. I felt like such a slut, I was moaning already and my pussy was getting wetter.
He pulled away from my lips, and stared at me with an intensity I've never seen before.
