Tina pulled the skirt up her legs and secured it around her waist, tugging lightly till it settled neatly around her thighs, the hem settling just above her knees. It was unusually warm for October, and when it's warm she preferred the loose skirts that allowed her legs to breathe and any breeze, even that created by passing cars, to carry the heat away from underneath her. Above her waist she had already donned the bra keeping her larger-than-average breasts somewhat contained yet still allowing her nipple bar to be visible yet subtle. Over that she selected a loose t-shirt with a low-cut neck that showed some cleavage.
While still in front of her mirror, she pulled her wavy, almost black, shoulder-length hair back into a tail to lift it off her neck, a necessity with the temperature in the low 90s (F) outside. It also meant sandals over her bare feet instead of tennis shoes when she was to leave her house.
Walking across the cool carpet through the hallway out to the living room, she found her husband where she left him: lounging on the couch, giant cup of iced tea sweating on the wood side table, baseball game on the television.
"Who's playing?" she inquired.
"Pirates and Cubs," he replied, his sight not wavering from the television. "Cubs ahead by 1, but it's only the top of the second." He looked over at his bride. "What're you up to?"
"Study group with friends, remember?" she replied as she reached behind her head to adjust her hair. "Midterms are next week."
"Must've slipped my mind." He looked back at the game just as the Cubs batter struck out to end the inning. "At the college library, right?"
"Mhmm. Studying the 'human diseases' notes."
He glanced over at Tina for longer than a moment, then back at the television. "Have fun with that."
She walked to the nearby dining room, finding her books and notes still gathered where she left them the previous evening. She found her sandals near the front door and slipped them on her feet and secured them before gathering everything else together and walking back to her husband.
He looked up at her as she bent down in front of him. "Be back late?" he asked.
"Not sure, but it's possible." She leaned in and kissed him. "I'll call if I will."
"Okay." He kissed her again.
Tina pulled herself up and ensured she had everything before walking out the door, locking it behind her. The heat punched her in the chest. It was definitely warmer than normal, and with the humidity it felt almost like the middle of summer. Moving to her car somewhat quickly, the only thing on her mind was getting it started and blasting the A/C so her drive to the campus would be a bit more comfortable.
Arriving at the college library, she found only one member of her study group sitting at a table by himself, reading from his book and going over some notes.
"Greg," she called to him as she approached his table. He looked up from his notes and smiled as Tina approached. "Where is everyone else?" she inquired.
"Hangovers."
"All three of them?" She sat across from him at the table.
"They all went to a party, got obscenely drunk. Margaret called me this morning to fill me in on the details." He lowered his voice a little. "Apparently Carly and Margaret had a little romp while they were wasted, first Marge ever had with a woman."
Tina couldn't help but smile, thinking back to the night she had Carly for the first time, in a threesome with her husband. It wasn't Tina's first fuck with another woman, but she loved what Carly managed to do to her. The thoughts sent a mild tingle through her pussy as she adjusted her legs under the implication of needing to be more comfortable.
"And what about Brad?" she asked.
"He didn't fare so well under the influence. Landed himself in the hospital. Quite literally, too." Tina's face went from one of smiles thinking of Carly to one of confusion at what Greg was implying. Greg noticed it right away and continued, "He was not only drunk, but apparently stoned into oblivion as well. One guy dared him to jump from this second floor window to a trampoline below. He didn't quite land square."
A visual of Brad flying through the air and landing on the ground flew through Tina's mind. "What the?"
"Apparently the saving grace of that foolish move was that he launched from the trampoline into the pool, but not entirely. Shattered his leg on the edge of it."
She winced visibly at the thought of the pain. "So he's not going anywhere for a while?"
"Nope."
They settled into their studying, or rather tutoring as Tina had approached Greg about a study group since the class appeared to come easy to him. This went on for several hours, periodic small breaks in between, before they started feeling hunger pangs. Greg proposed they head someplace to eat. Tina didn't hesitate in agreeing. She probably would've agreed to go bungee jumping if it meant getting away from the books for a while.
They took Greg's car to a nearby diner for a meal. Now late in the afternoon, the heat only seemed unbearable. They went over various things regarding the upcoming midterm, but also discussed some aspects of their personal lives as well. This wasn't the first time Greg and Tina had studied together, as they had developed a reasonable friendship since both started attending the college.
When they got back to the library, they realized they had forgotten about its earlier Saturday closing time. They wanted to study more, so Greg offered they go back to his place to continue studying since, as he put it, "My roommate is gone for the weekend, so we'd have the place to ourselves." Plus his apartment was only a half-mile away, whereas Tina had to drive almost 15 minutes to get to the campus.
Tina followed Greg in her car to the complex where he lived, then into the apartment. This was the first time Tina had ever been here. The living room seemed a little smaller than that in her home, but with relatively little furniture in it, there was plenty of space to move around. Wanting to explore the apartment a little further, she excused herself to the bathroom, which was at the end of the hallway. Once inside, she locked the door behind her and stared into the mirror.
Tina had been feeling it all afternoon. Her pussy started growing moist while sitting across from Greg at the library. She wanted to slip her bare foot over the crotch of his jean shorts while they sat studying in the library and while they ate at the diner. She wanted him to slide his foot up her skirt and across her crotch as well. But more she wanted him to fuck her. On the library or diner table if it must come to that.
He turns her on, and she doesn't quite know why. It's not like he does anything special. He seems like just an average guy, though he is taller than most, taller than her husband, and likes to keep a light beard instead of being fully shaved. In thinking about it to herself, Tina pondered that perhaps he emanates a field around him that her pussy is tuned into. During the couple breaks she had while studying at the library, she tried to masturbate her desires away, but to no avail. Masturbating again, twice, in the diner's restroom didn't help either, and probably only made it worse.
What about him was making her want to fuck him so badly? Over the last several months she's had studying sessions with Greg, she's wanted to fuck him, to discover for herself how big of a cock he has and what it feels like inside her pussy. She's wanted to take his cock in her mouth, run her tongue along his full length, wrap her tits around it and all around just play with it. The thoughts ran through her head as she stared into the mirror, her juices building inside her pussy, threatening to run down her leg.
She grabbed a couple tissues and lifted her skirt up. "Why did I leave the house without panties?" she mumbled to herself. The tissues shocked her when they touched her skin, sending a light jolt through her pussy while she gently cleaned juices from her smooth, swollen lips. Masturbating again wouldn't relieve her, she assumed, as three or four times before hadn't done so, one more time likely wouldn't help either. She flushed the tissue down the toilet, then washed her hands and left the bathroom to rejoin Greg in the living room.
Greg was seated in an armchair, going over his notes. "Feel free to take the couch," he motioned as he swiveled the chair around to face it. Tina would have preferred his lap, given what was running through her mind, and her pussy, but studies beckoned.
Though it was still light outside, the living room did not receive the afternoon sun. Greg had turned on several lamps around the living room to allow them ability to read their books and notes. After gathering her books and notes nearby the couch, Tina kicked her sandals from her feet and sat sideways on the couch, sprawling her legs while making sure her skirt was sitting right and not revealing anything.
Tina did her best to keep some modesty knowing her pussy was only one wrong position from being exposed to full view. Though she certainly wouldn't mind Greg seeing her pussy, admiring it, she knew they needed to focus on their studies. For about an hour they sat there discussing their notes, trying to absorb as much material as possible for the upcoming midterm before Tina decided that another break was needed.
She stood from the couch, taking care to ensure her skirt didn't slide in the wrong direction, and started stretching herself out, taking deep breaths and letting the colorful stars roll through her eyes. Greg stood up as well, stretching himself out.
