Once again, thank you for the comments and feedback. You guys have really motivated me to jot my thoughts down. A special thank you goes out to Rockcrawler & Company, and to Ally (my own personal Jessica) for the help and wonderful words of encouragement. There is some plot here so, if you haven't read the first ten stories you might want to start there. Feel free to send me your thoughts. I will respond. I'd love to hear where you think this should go next. Don't forget to vote. Enjoy.
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The "stacks" is a section of the library that was unknown to most of the campus population. I think every major university has a similar space. Dirty, dusty, and dingy the "stacks" is a five floor cocoon for the library's unused and unloved academic journals.
The ceilings hung low, at about eight feet, to make room for an extra floor. Graffiti and caked on grime marked the walls and cubicles. Cleaning products had probably never touched any part of this facility. To save energy, the lights were kept dim. Naturally, the dismal half-light only served to wash everything over with a dungeon-like quality. Loud furnaces and heaters clanged ferociously, while randomly blasting out waves of unbearable heat. When the monstrosities weren't running a bone-numbing chill took hold. The shelving units were made of aluminum, steel, and iron. The metals (each from a different library age) snaked and mixed haphazardly to form a chaotic and creaking skeletal, storage structure.
....And there were books, books, books. Numbering into countless infinity, they lined the shelves without end. Maroon, midnight blue, and dirt brown, the aging, ratty, mangled bindings all seemed the same. Together they melded into a single, endless tome. Collectively, they were a study in the discarded and irrelevant impotence of knowledge.
These books were in actuality journals -- the oh, so prized gemstones of academia. It is the dream, the want - the fervent goal! - of every aspiring grad student and young tenure seeking professor to publish something in an academic journal. Anything! No matter how small or trivial the nugget is, it must be published, for it is publishing that makes the academic world go round. (In the end, one can only survive in academe, by willingly prostrating their mind and body to the great God of Publication. Teaching is irrelevant.) And for a moment that journal article might be read and considered. But soon it is shelved away, however, most likely to never be seen again.
Occasionally a lonely grad student's or a hard-working professor's quest for uncharted erudition would lead them to one of these ancient and forgotten tomes. So off they would trundle to the stacks. Their eyes would graze the books' spines, wishing that somehow this lost treasure trove of knowledge could suddenly become theirs. That was not to be, however, their goal would be calling. With glee bordering on lust, they would find the singularly-desired, bound volume of journal articles amidst the sea of unwanted paper. With their quest complete, they would leave -- one could only spend so long in an environment as inhospitable as the stacks.
I felt my heart beating rapidly as Lori took my hand in hers. Her palm felt warm cradling mine. Gently, I caressed the pads of her fingers with my own. The dusky Latina beauty turned and gave me a sultry grin. I marveled at the irony of the situation: from fucking to hand holding. My life was a little topsy-turvy at the moment, but that flip-flop was a little weird.
We left the bathroom, shuffled passed some bookshelves, and stood in front of an aluminum door that led to the "stacks." She threw her head back for a moment and gargled as a tease. Bubbles of my cum blew and popped above her luscious lips. After having her fun, Lori lowered her head and smirked mischievously. She then pushed open the door and pulled me inside.
My heart began to race. This was too perfect; Jessica had done her research. She knew the perfect place for a campus fuck -- a location in the heart of things, but yet so desolate, worn, and remote. We would be in public, but no one would notice. Somewhere amongst these shelves she was lurking -- wet and ready -- waiting for our arrival. Jessica certainly already had a plan for the lascivious activities that would accompany our arrival. Only the books would know our dirty deeds. They would be the timeless audience for our transgressions.
More important than the privacy, however, was that Jessica knew how to get to me. Screwing in the library bathroom was one thing, but doing it amongst the stacks took the sex to an entirely new level. Such an act demanded an unprecedented carnality. I think it is every academic's fantasy to fuck in the library. A library is a place of silence and study; only the cerebral has value there. Alas, physical pleasure is keenly outside of that domain. Somehow it is a deep violation of the sanctity of knowledge to rut within the confines of a library's walls. Put another way, fucking is the equivalent of flipping the bird to a bookshelf.
We crisscrossed some cubicles and climbed a rusty steel staircase. We went around another corner and voila! There she was, waiting in a forgotten cubby hole - a blonde, wet dream cum true. Jessica.
She was leaning back in a wooden chair, her legs spread wide. Jessica was clearly excited. Her nipples were poking through her thin shirt. Sans panties, her fingers were slowly sliding in and out of her crotch. Her wet cooch looked spectacular in the dim half-light. A trickling stream of juices flowed from her pussy, down the crack of her ass, and pooled in the curved hollow of the chair. Fierce and erotic, I could smell her arousal. Jessica had been masturbating and now she was horny!
Hearing us approach, Jessica raised her head. She looked at us through squinty, glazed eyes. Masturbation had taken its hold. When Jessica spoke her voice was sultry and low. Gazing at Lori, she said, "Do you have what I sent you for?" She licked her soft, pillow-like lips with a wanton caress of her tongue. Her eyes burned with a forbidden need. I felt my heart beat rapidly and my cock harden. I knew exactly what Jessica was talking about.
Just a few minutes ago I had been fucking the shit out of Lori in the third floor men's room. My cock had been banging her sweet Latina pussy. Shortly before cumming Lori informed me that she wanted to taste my nut. She pleaded for me to fill her mouth with jizz. She also told me that Jessica had demanded a fresh mouthful of my cum. Until Lori made that delivery, she would not get access to Jessica's eighteen-year old cunt. I'm a nice guy -- and a gentleman. I didn't want to deny Lori the tasty treasure between Jessica's legs. Consider me very happy to oblige a woman in need.
Lori smiled, her violet eyes twinkling wickedly. She leaned down and kissed Jessica on the mouth. Their lips locked. Lori's arms wrapped around Jessica's shoulders and slid over her tanned skin. Their bodies touched, rubbed, and intertwined as they shared saliva and sperm.
For an eternity they held that kiss. The two women melted into each other, becoming a gorgeous mass of female flesh. Their desire was boundless. They had been waiting several hours for this moment. Their ache went back to the previous weekend when Lori spied Jessica giving me head in a Taco Bell drive through. Both women had been dreaming up the possibilities of an encounter ever since. Now they were living out those thoughts; Jessica and Lori touched and teased each other to an urgent frenzy. Now they were at the pinnacle; a cresting wave of passion controlled their aching bodies.
But who would give way first? Who would make the break? Which of the two women would fall from the other?
I was entranced. The vision was searing; it was a display that would forever be written into my memory. An all-American goddess and a spicy Latina sex-bomb were going at it in front of my eyes. Their hands knew no boundaries, their lips no fear. They were in lust, pure and simple.
It was Jessica who pushed the moment over the edge. The change was subtle; I am sure that I didn't notice it at first. But something became different. Lori had been grinding her crotch against Jessica's leg. This had been going on for awhile, but suddenly Lori moans grew deeper, raspier. She held Jessica tight, burying her face in Jessica's neck. Breast burrowed against breast; those magnificent gazongas were only separated by a few thin sheets of cloth. I could see Lori's muscles tighten. Her eyes fluttered and then closed. And she looked lost -- adrift -- on a cascading wave of sensation and feeling.
My attention was diverted by peripheral, rapid-fire movements. Jessica was jerking her arm up and down at a furious rate. Her hand was deep in Lori's pants and clearly it was having an effect. Somehow Jessica had slid her fingers below the waist line and had undone the button. With full and unfettered access, Jessica was now focused on the beautiful honey pot between Lori's legs.
Jessica's palm rested on the pubic bone, as she drove two fingers into Lori's snatch from above. The flat of Jessica's hand rubbed Lori's clit while simultaneously fingering her pussy. Although I could not actually see Jessica penetrating Lori's cunt, I could hear the wet, slippery sounds of a finger-fuck. Lori moaned, "Mmmmmn, yeah.... Do it..." the tell-tale sign of a woman in heat.
Lori's body shook in uncontrolled delight. Her lustrous brown mane swished from side to side. One of her hands held Jessica's head, while longingly stroking her blonde, flaxen hair. The other was clawing at her own crotch. She held the top of Jessica's hand and pressed it into her pussy. Her hips jerked spasmodically, grinding deep into Jessica's expert touch. Every writhe was a fierce and determined desire for erotic fulfillment. Lori needed it -- to cum. Her mind was driven towards one thing -- the raw and molten sex Jessica was providing with two brazen and thrusting fingers.
Those two fingers were where my cock had been just a few minutes before. They were feeling everything that I had felt: the soft folds, the velvet walls, the sticky sweet cum. Lori had loved my cock, but her dreams were of Jessica. She craved this tanned, coed slut in all of her voluptuous, blonde beauty. Lori's body ached and churned with lustful desire, and only Jessica could satiate it.
