Is that me?!
Beth gasped aloud, drawing curious glances from the girl and boy studying at the table in front of her. She was in the university library, there to research late Victorian poets for an essay she was writing for her English class. But along with the books she had needed for her assignment Beth had also picked up a slim volume that had caught her eye--
Victorian Erotic Poetry.
The book was generously illustrated with period artwork, much of it erotic, and Beth was leafing slowly through the pages, guiltily admiring the drawings and photographs. The image that had made her gasp was a vintage photograph of a young woman sitting in a chair, a diaphanous robe doing nothing to hide her nude body. The woman's left hand was touching her breast, and her right hand lay between her open thighs. The woman was strikingly similar in appearance to Beth--exotic Asian features, long, dark hair, and a slim, muscular body--and the pose...
No! But for an instant I thought that was one of Aaron's photos of me from that Sunday afternoon just before school started.
It was only two weeks until Christmas, but Beth's memory of that late August afternoon was still vivid: seated naked in a chair, showing Aaron her intimate parts, trying to resist the jet of carnal desire rising and burning inside her, and that flood of ecstatic fulfillment when she finally gave in and touched herself to orgasm.
That memory featured prominently during her masturbation sessions, her grandmother's steamy romances no longer necessary. And in the fading embers of her pleasure, she wondered how she'd been so uninhibited and shameless.
Beth doesn't do things like that, but the girl in the painting does.
The canvas of her, standing naked with her back to the viewer, was now part of an exhibit of student paintings in the University library, Beth could see it from where she was sitting. She was a little disappointed that no one had asked if it was her.
Aaron had completed his other portrait of her (the one in which she was wearing clothes). Beth was really pleased at how it had turned out. Aaron had shown it at the Fine Arts department exhibit, and had received many compliments. Beth was having it professionally framed, and it was going to be her Christmas present for her grandparents.
And hidden away in the bottom of her lingerie drawer was a miniature painting of her intimate parts, taken from Aaron's photo of her just after she'd orgasmed. It was strikingly real, more real to Beth than the photos Aaron had taken.
Aaron was working on three more nudes of her. In one she was sitting, drying her hair with a towel, her head bent so her face was hidden. It was innocent and sensuous at the same time. The second one showed her seated on a couch, one knee clasped to her chest, her head resting on her knee, her encircling arms hiding her face and breasts. Her other leg was outstretched, coyly revealing her female parts. The third had Beth fully facing the viewer, naked and intimately exposed, her pose almost identical to the picture she was now staring at.
The nude photo of the Victorian girl and the memory of that afternoon coiled inside her; she clamped her thighs against the heat and dampness of her arousal. The need to satisfy herself grew more urgent.
It was late on a Friday evening, and save for herself and the two students in front of her, the library was deserted. The students, a boy and a girl, were sitting with their backs to her and, other than the glance they'd given her when she'd gasped, they'd paid her no attention.
Her fingers fumbled open the metal button on the waistband of her blue jeans.
I don't believe I'm doing this.
The zipper slid open; the buzz of metal on metal resounded in her ears. Beth froze, but the couple ahead of her made no reaction.
It would be easier if I was wearing a skirt.
Her right hand slipped down into her panties and found her labia. They were hot and slippery, and the sensation of her fingers on her clitoris almost made her gasp again. Still no reaction from in front of her.
Am I really going to do this--masturbate in the University library?
Lifting her bottom from the chair, Beth slid down her jeans and panties, leaving herself naked from waist to mid-thigh. Her arousal surged.
Why do I get such a charge from exhibiting myself?
Beth played her hand along the slick folds of her sex, her eyes on the couple, willing them to turn and catch sight of her.
Minutes passed without them moving, and her orgasm was getting close. A moan escaped from her mouth. Ahead of her the girl turned her head in Beth's direction and after a startled pause nudged the boy beside her and pointed under Beth's table. He looked where she was pointing and his mouth opened in surprise.
The couple watched Beth in disbelieving awe. The boy leaned towards the girl and whispered something in her ear. The girl stared at him; a blush colored her face and she nodded and smothered a giggle. She looked again at Beth, then turned back to the boy and put her mouth to his ear. The boy gaped at her, stared at Beth, and silently nodded his assent. They both turned their chairs to face her table
What...? They're openly watching me!
Beth almost orgasmed, but held herself back. She slowed her hand, wanting to give them a show.
The girl's hands went to the waistband of the boy's pants and unfastened his belt.
What is she doing?
The girl opened the boy's zipper and dragged down on the pants. They slid down, his briefs along with them. The boy's penis sprang free, standing erect. The girl hesitated, then touched her fingers to the hard shaft and caressed it. Cautiously she wrapped her fingers around it and began stroking it up and down.
Despite what they were doing, the couple's attention was still fully on Beth. Their undisguised interest drove Beth's excitement even higher. She pushed up on her sweater and bra, wanting to be totally naked for them. Her need to climax overpowered her. Waves of pleasure burst within her and drove all thought from her mind.
From far away Beth witnessed the boy's ejaculatory response, and the girl's smile of proud satisfaction.
Is that the first time she's done that to him? I want to see Aaron do that.
The boy pulled up his pants and hurried to the washroom. He was tall and skinny, with dark blond hair and pale skin. The girl fished some Kleenex from her bag and wiped her hands. After throwing the waste in a nearby garbage can, she came to Beth's table.
She was a pretty girl, medium height and build, with hazel eyes and light brown, shoulder-length hair. "Hi, I'm Rosalie. Sorry if we spoiled things for you. When he saw you, Matt asked me if I did that. I'm not very good at lying, so I told him 'yes'. I could see he was excited by watching you--the bulge in his pants was pretty obvious. At that moment, watching you, seeing him, I just wanted to stop being a good little girl--be like a bad girl and pull out his cock. I'd never done that to a boy--I'd never even seen a boy get off. There was no one else in the library, so I told him if he let me help him in front of you, I'd let him watch me back in my dorm room."
Beth pulled her clothes together. "I'm Beth. I've never done that to a boy either. Are you and Matt...?"
Rosalie giggled. "No! We're just study partners." She blushed. "My family's pretty strict, so I've never had much chance to do stuff with a boy. This year at college is my first time away from home. Matt's a really nice boy, and I like him a lot, but we've never even kissed. I kinda thought he might be gay. But this evening... his reaction to you--he obviously isn't."
"Are you really going to let him watch you?"
Rosalie nodded. "Uh-huh. I told him I would, and I don't break my word." She blushed. "I don't know why I even suggested it. Maybe because I envied how brave you were to do that. Why did you do that? Knowing we might see you."
Beth shook her head. "It's a long story." She saw Matt coming out of the bathroom. "Ask me again the next time we see each other."
Saturday evenings were Beth's favorite time to study in the library. Solitude didn't bother her, and she enjoyed the freedom of being completely alone among all the books. So she was startled and disappointed to hear the library door open. That feeling changed when she saw Rosalie and Matt come in, both carrying backpacks. Rosalie spotted Beth and said something to Matt. He nodded and headed to the stairs leading to the second floor. Rosalie came to sit next to Beth.
"How did it go?" Beth asked her.
