"You look delicious," he smiled as he greeted her with a warm hug and kiss.
His wicked grin put her on edge, and he seemed to be enjoying himself too much. He bought her a coffee and then led her to a table. Finally, he produced an envelope and placed it in front of her. The mirth in his eyes somehow left, replaced with a sexual leer. Jen could feel the blush starting to rise in her face. She glanced at the envelope but tried to ignore it. The twinkle in his eye was no less unsettling and she couldn't help but grin in embarrassment. Finally, she reached for it.
"No," he grinned, stopping her hand with his. "Show me your envelope."
Jen breathed heavily and stared at him for a moment, her pulse quickening. She had written down her naughty option and brought it along as he requested. It was too wicked to even dream of doing, but she imagined his to be even worse. With a reluctant swallow, she withdrew her hand from his envelope and retrieved hers from her purse.
"Hmm," he said in mock thought, toying with the two envelopes. "Which one should I choose?"
Jen's heart was racing now. "You promised me you wouldn't make me do...," she started before cutting herself off.
"I'm not making you do anything," he reminded her. "Pick one."
Jen paused for only a moment before grabbing his envelope. She glanced at his hungry eyes again before opening it. Jason took her envelope and went to open it.
"No," she yelped as she snatched it out of his hands. "You don't get to see this."
Jason frowned for her and then rested his chin on his fists to observe her reaction. With a deep breath, she pulled out the card and read the horrible words. Her jaw fell.
"No," she gasped, raising her shocked eyes to his. "No!" She read the card again in disbelief. "Masturbate in the Library? Jason, you can't be serious!"
"Yeah," he grinned in response, slinging his backpack on. "It's payback time," he said as he took her hand and pulled her to her feet.
Jen followed numbly, a pit in her stomach. She shook her head vigorously as he led her out of the Student Union and towards the library. The falling night coated the campus in dark colors as she repeatedly told him she wouldn't do it. He ignored her, and soon they were approaching the entrance of the Library. He pulled her into a secluded alcove and silenced her with a passionate kiss. She gripped his arms and struggled weakly as his tongue battled hers. Finally, breathless, he pulled away.
"Let's just go back to your room and have sex," she offered, hoping to get out of her predicament. She squeezed his crotch as an additional inducement.
"Soon enough," he grinned. "Let's go in."
They walked up to the third floor and did a lap, Jen's hand holding his with a death grip, her eyes too frightened to look at anyone. Finally he stopped her and pulled her close.
"Did you notice that?" he whispered into her ear. She shook her head in response. "Everyone is lost in their studies. Finals week. No one is screwing around. Except for you."
Jen's knees went weak as she looked into his wicked smile, shaking her head yet again. There were a whole flock of butterflies in her stomach as she glanced around. Jason gave her a little peck on her cheek and handed her his backpack.
"I'll be waiting in my room," he smiled. "Have fun."
Jen hissed a plea for mercy at his retreating figure, but all he did was turn and wink at her. She swallowed and looked around helplessly before slowly walked the floor again, looking for a cubicle. On the one hand, Jason was right: everyone was studying intently. On the other hand, the place was pretty full. Most of the cubicles were backing to the stacks, which meant anyone could see her at any time. She finally picked one and sat down, surprising herself that she was wet already. She opened Jason's laptop to find a note to her, complete with a script. She started the webcam recording and read the words he had left for her.
"Hi Jason," she whispered into the camera. "I'm really grateful that you were able to act like such a," she snorted in disgust, pantomiming quotes with her fingers, "
gentleman
when my mother visited. So I wanted to make you a video here in the library to say thanks!"
Her hand drifted down to her crotch as her eyes darted around to see if anyone was watching. She started to rub herself over her black skirt, hoping to avoid any further humiliation. It was jarring, sitting in a well-lit public space and touching herself. She looked at her face in the screen, all pink top and big eyes, and bit her lip apprehensively.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," she hissed to herself.
Jen kept her eyes darting around, slipping in an occasional squeeze of her breasts as she rubbed herself. She now regretted wearing a padded bra, which essentially muted any effect her hands were having. Her mind was buzzing, trying to focus on cumming while trying to ensure no one noticed her.
Minutes later she finally conceded that over the skirt was not going to work. She had been unable to do anything more than get more aroused, there was no way that she was going to finish by rubbing herself through her skirt. Glancing around again, she reached back into his backpack and pulled out a folder to place on her lap. After another quick check, she reached down to the hem of her skirt. Her hand slid slowly up her bare thigh, trying to look casual as her hand slipped under her skirt. She twitched as her fingers found herself through her panties.
She tried to avoid staring at anyone too long. Mostly, the students seemed engrossed in their studies. Jen didn't know where to put her eyes; it seemed weird to stare at her own image. She regretted wearing such a long skirt. If she had worn a short skirt it wouldn't be so obvious, now most of her thigh was exposed. Her fingers found the sweet spot and she started furiously rubbing herself, hoping to get the task over with quickly.
It wasn't working. There were too many distractions with her eyes open and she was too scared to close them. She was turned on, but not nearly enough. The thought of just faking an orgasm crossed her mind but she discarded it: she wasn't a cheater. Finally, she pulled her hand out and straightened her skirt. Holding her head in steepled hands, she closed her eyes and focused on her hottest memory; Jason stripping her and then eating her out as she hung from the basketball rim in the old gymnasium. She licked her lips, fantasizing about how she must have looked, completely exposed while she squirmed on his face.
Eyes clamped shut, her hand detached from her head and surreptitiously cupped her breast. She spared a quick glance around and quickly snaked her hand under her skirt again. Looking into the camera, she held the image of her at the gym in her mind as she fingered herself over her panties. Her body throbbed with excitement as she stroked the soft silkiness between her legs. Had she worn the sheer lace panty Jason had given her she would had much better access. As it was, the cotton liner blocked too much of her touch to complete the deal. To her dismay, ever so slowly, the moment drifted away. She tried desperately to hold on, staring at her eyes in the camera, trying to will herself to an orgasm. Tugging on the leg seam, she tried to push the fabric out of the way. It was not cooperating, and she realized she would have to spread her legs wantonly to get proper access. Although the thought caused a hot flush to run through her, she knew it was too obvious to do here.
A book thudded on a desk from across the stacks and she started, looking around. No one seemed to be paying any attention to her failed attempts to be a pervert in public. She withdrew her hand and glanced around again.
"Okay," she whispered to the camera, "I'm going to take a break."
She quickly shut the laptop and put it in the backpack and hurried off to the ladies' room. Once in a stall, she slipped her bra off through her armholes and shoved it in the backpack. After covering the seat, she pulled her panties down, pulled her dress up, and sat on the toilet. Spreading her legs, she started to touch herself, this time unfettered by interfering cloth. Her fingers settled on her clit, circling it in that familiar motion she loved. Her other hand snaked under her top, cupping her breast and pinching her turgid nipples. This was definitely going to work.
A wicked thought crossed her mind and she paused, stripping off her panties and wrapping them in tissues before putting them into the backpack. She opened the laptop again and started recording.
"Hi Jason," she whispered into the camera, even though she was alone in the bathroom. "I'm taking a little...study break."
She angled the camera so that the hand under her blouse was visible, and then panned down to show her pussy. She set the laptop precariously on the toilet paper holder and stared into the camera as she touched herself. She sucked two fingers before lowering them, gasping as she slid them into her pussy. A low moan escaped her lips as she started finger fucking herself, her body racing to its release. She leaned back uncomfortably on the plumbing as her other hand joined the action, rubbing her clit as she pumped herself. She pulled her hands away just in the nick of time, panting into the camera.
"Let's go finish this," she grinned wickedly, lewdly cleaned her fingers off with her tongue.
She put the laptop in the bag and left to find a cubicle. She paused to look at herself in the mirror, her nipples now clearly protruding from her pink top, two neat little bumps on a pink stripe. She gave each a playful tweak before slipping out into the library. She wasted no time finding another cubby, sparing only a quick glace around. A girl was wrapped up in her studies only two desks over and a small group was at a table across the way, but it would do. Jen opened the laptop and grinned into the camera as she started recording. She panned around, giving Jason a good view of where she was. She mouthed a "watch this" to the camera and then glanced around one last time. Looking straight into the camera, she slid her hand up her bare thigh. She spread her legs slightly, and her finger found her clit, still wet and throbbing from her previous escapade. She again pulled the memory of her time in the gym to the forefront of her mind, remembering Jason's tongue on her as she hung nude and helpless from the basketball rim. Her body started to respond and she stared at her face on the computer, her breath coming shorter and faster. She imagined someone looking over and seeing her, and suddenly the floor fell away from her.
Her orgasm crashed hard on her, her face clenched as she tried to stifle any noise. She balled up on her chair as she continued to finger herself, riding the wave as far as it would take her. She belatedly clamped a hand over her mouth as her orgasm subsided. Moments later she recovered enough of her wits to pull her skirt back into place. She fearfully opened her eyes and glanced around. Thankfully she saw no one watching her. She looked back into the camera and giggled, embarrassed.
