It was one of those painfully hot summer days, one of those where the air would just be a thick mist of sweat and delirious thoughts.
Knowing my exams were coming up and my room having turned into an oven, it only felt natural to escape the heat into the blissfully air-conditioned university library in the town centre.
All the pretty girls were wearing colourful summer dresses, the guys loose shorts. I wished I had been one of those guys, having unfortunately forgotten my jeans at my parents' last time I went to visit. I also wished I had had the liberty to enjoy the summer as everyone else did. But no, the economics' exams just had to be scheduled during the last week of July.
From the amount of time that I spent that summer in the library, one might've thought I liked it in there. This couldn't be further from the truth. The old library, designated for economics and law students specifically, was in no way stylish or comfortable. The simple steel shelves were cold; the dusty old carpet floor had its distinct aroma that could've only been the result of years of negligence and redistributed maintenance funds. The building itself was practically malformed, failing in having any particular shape or form. It was a small wonder that the building hadn't already crumpled into dust.
Despite its lack of cohesive structure, I had already spent enough hours there to have found my own little corner. While most students chose tables near windows, I couldn't bear to be reminded of the lovely weather outside my prison cell. In the quieter corners in this maze of book shelves I found it easier to concentrate.
I set up my things in my usual corner; a tiny square table with just enough light coming from a wall lamp to be able to work. With my reading glasses on my nose, I slowly started going through the books, completing exercises and consulting another book for answers.
It was a couple hours until I finally got stuck on an exercise, not understanding the solution or how one came up with it. My head was aching from all those formulas and graphs. It was high time for a break.
I left my things as they were.
Although my books were worth a fair buck I knew it was highly unlikely that another student might stumble onto them, and even less likely that this student might decide to hold onto them. Economics as a subject just wasn't that sexy.
Lazily I went down the stairs into the "cafeteria" or, as I liked to call it, "the room with the two vending machines". But perhaps that name would've been too long to print out on a sign.
This was the only room where you could eat and one of the few rooms where discussion was tolerated. Hence the room was always fully packed.
Today my eyes immediately directed toward a table with a small group of girls working on what appeared to be a presentation. This was remarkable for a couple of reasons: one, presentations just aren't that common in this line of study; two, girls were a rarity in this building, let alone a group of them; and three, whenever there were girls in here they were never this hot. And mind you: I'm an economist in making, I know my probabilities.
It had been over six months since my relationship with Rebecca had ended and as I saw those girls I felt like my hormones were on overdrive. And, I must admit, maybe that may have had something to do with my sudden attraction to all four of them. I didn't even see them as individuals, just as a fairer sex that I would very much like to bang, if they would please.
But for some reason I couldn't find it in me to talk to them. Not a single word. I just took my water and left the room as swiftly as not to look like I was running from my greatest fear.
I rationalized with myself that there would've been no proper way to go about it anyway. There were four of them and there was no way I could've asked them all on a date. That was simply not the right time or place, or at least that's what I kept telling myself.
So I argued with myself on my way back to my corner (of shame). I remembered I should probably pick up another book that might shed some light to the problem I was having earlier. I walked deeper down the hallway toward the economics section.
It was completely quiet in these parts of the building. Old computers and other dated technology was placed on tables beside the wall, equipment that had been replaced by a simple personal laptop. The dust on the books seemed thicker. It was almost creepy, especially with one overhead light flickering while others were completely out. But I had skipped through here many times in the past. It was just a section of unloved reference books.
But then I heard light thump which made me freeze on spot. You never heard a single sound in here, not even your footsteps echoed through the hall thanks to the thick carpeting. I sharpened my hearing to make sure I hadn't just imagined it. Soon enough my suspicions of another presence were confirmed by a long, passionate...
"Yesss..."
The hiss of that S brought shivers down my spine. I remembered how I could pull similar delicate moans out of Becca as I kissed her neck. I found myself immediately hard, conditioned like Pavlov's mutt.
"This alright?" came the whisper of a male voice. I carefully creeped closer until I could locate the sounds behind a bookshelf, quite invisible to a passer-by. Surrounded by shelves from all directions, the young couple might've avoided detection hadn't the girl been such a loud moaner.
I knelt behind a bookshelf and peaked through the books to marvel the magnificent view in front of me. The girl was gorgeous with pale skin and raven black braid neatly going down the back of her neck. Her pink nails were clawing into the guy's shirt, desperate to have it off. As he backed off from her to pull it over his head, I caught a glimpse of her perfectly shaped breasts and the brown nipples that crowned them. I felt my cock ache eagerly.
"Fuck, Alex," she moaned as he took of one of her nipples in his mouth.
Despite the tinge of jealousy in my chest I savoured every glimpse she gave him and moved around the books to have a better look.
"God, you're hot," he muttered as he played with her breasts.
"I can't wait to have you in me," she gasped between his kisses, "But first..."
She pulled him on his back on the floor and started immediately undoing his shorts. The guy gave out a nervous chuckle.
"And look what we have here," she said teasingly with a devilish smile on her lips.
She pulled out a fair-sized cock out of his boxers. Pink and shiny yet needy for more polishing.
With a quirky smile on her face she lowered herself between his legs and started gently caressing his manhood between her delicate fingers.
The guy, his face blushing, looked at her wide-eyed as she toyed with his most cherished possession and wider still as she bent over to place her glossy pink lips around it.
"Ohhhh... Fuck," he muttered, as his cock disappeared in that hot-looking mouth.
She merely giggled, obviously loving the response of his dick to her handling.
Painfully I watched her go down on him, my cock throbbing. I carefully slipped him out of his cage and gently caressed him, wistfully imagining how soft her mouth might feel. Like dipping it in hot sweet honey.
"Oh... OH FUCK."
I knew that face. I knew that face even if I had personally never seen it. He was cumming already. The white fluid was dripping down the corner of her mouth as she backed away from him.
"God... Laura, I'm so sorry," he said, evidently embarrassed.
But she responded with a sweet smile.
"Oh, don't be sorry," she giggled and wiped the cum off her mouth. "Just a small warning would've been appreciated, that's all."
I felt a little relieved for the guy. That could've been disastrous.
"Yeah, I'm sorry, it's just... You're amazing at that."
Laura smiles to him sweetly. "It's really okay. You'll make it up to me soon enough."
She adds a wink. My cock twitches happily at the sound of what is being implied.
"Sounds good," Alex agrees, relieved. "How about tomorrow?"
Wait. What?
"Tomorrow?" she asks him confused.
"Yeah, won't tomorrow suit you?"
"Ehm... No." she laughs nervously. "I was thinking you'd fuck my brains out right now."
Damn straight.
"Or in a minute," she adds with a bit of laughter. "As soon as you're ready."
Alex looks at her a little bit embarrassed. "Oh."
"Yeah!"
"I'm sorry but I don't think I can."
"Excuse me?"
Excuse me?
Alex, still lying on the ground, looks up at her awkwardly.
"You serious? I'm like so fucking horny."
"I could finger you," he offered.
"Yeah, I don't think so," she snapped with so much ice in her voice I could hear it cracking. "You don't understand, I'm fucking desperate for some cock."
Completely helpless, Alex tried to explain to her: "I'm sorry... It's just I... I can only once a day..."
"Yeah, whatever. Just go."
Humiliated and having missed out on an opportunity of a lifetime, Alex got his things and, with numerous apologies, excused himself.
As his shadow disappeared in the end of the hall, I thought that show was over and started planning my exit. She was already adjusting her bra back on and slipping the straps of her white dress up her arms. I tried to hurry.
But it was in that faithful moment that it happened; a book I had slightly moved earlier to get a better view fell on its back-cover which resulted in a metallic bang.
Alarmed by the sudden sound, her head snapped right where I was kneeling, immediately distinguishing my shadow through the gaps between the shelves. If I hadn't heard my heartbeat in my ears, I might've imagined that it had stopped beating.
"Who's there?" she whispered coldly.
I could see her narrow her eyes, evidently displeased.
No voice escaped my lips. My throat was completely dry.
"Reveal yourself," she demanded angrily.
My knees cracked as I rose on my feet, making me cringe at myself. My leg had fallen asleep. With a bit of a limp I uncertainly walked to the end of the bookshelf and showed myself to the girl standing behind there with her arms crossed, a disapproving frown on her face.
She eyed me from head to toe, her eyes quickly darting toward the massive erection that my jeans hopelessly tried to restrain.
"Who the fuck are you?" she spat out.
The way she spoke to me made me feel like a disgusting insect. Each word that fell out of her mouth felt like it was designed to crush me.
"Oliver," I finally managed to speak out. I crossed my hands in front of my crotch in a desperate attempt to cover my boner that was painfully slowly shrinking away.
She shook her head as if holding back the anger, she walked a few paces back and forward as if trying to think of a way to deal with the situation. Her hands were placed on her wide hips.
She finally turned back to face me: "Did he tell you?"
