The days before my upcoming library date were an excruciating contradiction of excitement, apprehension, impatience and doubt.
It was exciting that I'd decided to lose my 'virginity' and that I would soon be meeting my stranger in another public encounter.
Then I'd start doubting he'd show, reflecting on the madness of the whole situation, which brought doubts about going through with it.
I'd never been so sexually charged. I couldn't even shower without pleasuring myself. The desire to be touched like I had in the library, exploring and exploiting my exhibitionist side, was occupying my every waking thought.
I'd been wearing shorter skirts with no underwear since my library encounter, a lot more confident in my desires. Loving the feel of the cold wooden seats in the lecture hall on my skin, imagining the lecturer catching glimpses between my legs as he glanced up at the audience.
Loving the way my skirt fluttered dangerously around my upper thighs in the slightest breeze, bringing a hit of danger it might flip up, exposing my buttocks, my pussy, which excited me as I walked about campus, aware of the admiring glances.
For months it seemed as if I'd been doing nothing but looking for excitement and new experiences, pushing my boundaries, and I loved the feeling. The public oral sex in the library was the most daring and exciting encounter yet, dangerous as it was so public, but also safe as a scream would have brought people running.
Just recently, I'd allowed a stranger to cum on me without real protest, and certainly with no anger, beyond my initial reaction at my neighbour inviting the guy to one of our masturbation dates.
I was planning on inviting them both again, even though it had been a shock to discover the cousin watching me masturbate with my neighbour. It had been a misunderstanding of my invitation to him. But I'd loved the attention after the initial shock of being cum on from two directions instead of one while blindfolded.
And an even bigger shock that I found it such an incredible turn-on. I was not only planning on letting the guys watch next time but also allowing them to touch me, perhaps finger me.
Both of them being virgins, it would be their first experience touching a woman intimately, and for me, this was the attraction of our 'dates'. I'd found controlling my neighbour exhilarating. Deciding how much he'd see, what he could do and where to cum on me was exciting because he was desperate to please so that the encounters would go on, cautious of overstepping boundaries, unwilling to take a risk that might end our games.
Not risking an invite by note, I caught up with him at college, surprising him by a set of spiral stairs leading to the lecture hall, where I suspected he and a few of his geek friends met in the hope of a cheeky peek up a skirt. I smiled, knowing they'd not be disappointed when I climbed the stairs after speaking to him.
My neighbour (I didn't do names, didn't want any kind of intimacy, just fun) seemed pleased but nervous to see me and incredibly nervous when I asked about the stairs, his red face telling me I was correct in my suspicions of what they were up to.
Smiling, I said, 'would you and your cousin like to come over later?'
Then feeling naughty whispered in his ear, 'literally.'
He jumped as I briefly touched a finger to his obvious semi, then immediately turned and walked away, not even bothering to hear his answer.
Pausing at the bottom of the stairs, I smiled at the crowd of geeks. Then slowly climbed them, hitching my already short skirt up, exposing a little of my butt cheeks and an unobstructed view between my legs.
Nearing the top, I glanced over the rail and noticed my neighbour and his geek friends staring open-mouthed. I was sure they'd be masturbating thinking about the 'flash' later. I just winked, knowing I'd made their day, if not month.
My pussy was so damp that I had to go into the toilets to take care of myself, fingering my clit to a quick but satisfying orgasm. Imagining I had done so at the top of the stairs, in front of the geeks, perhaps something I would dare to do as my confidence grew.
Freshening up with wet wipes and tissues, I made my way to the library.
That evening I showered and prepared for my guests, lighting a lamp in the living room that cast a soft glow over the decking area with just enough light to illuminate the lounger I'd set ready.
Placing several towels beside it, I wrapped one around my nakedness rather than tease in clothes as I had before. I was anxious and excited, ready to push things further than I'd previously allowed.
I had butterflies waiting, but it wasn't long before I saw them sneaking through the back gate. My neighbour was surprised when the security lights didn't come on. I'd remember to disable them this time.
They made their way over to the lounger where I sat, slightly reclined, towel wrapped and tucked in between my breasts, the cousin went to say something, but I stopped him.
'OK, some rules. We are here for fun watching each other.'
'We are not friends, an item or anything other than masturbation buddies. No one does anything unless I say so, is that understood...?'
Grinning, they nodded yes.
I peeled open the towel, making the grins even more expansive.
'Then let us have some fun.'
They both nodded enthusiastically, their eyes flitting between my breasts and my neatly trimmed pubic hair, not seeing much 'down there' as I had my thighs squeezed tight shut.
Instructed them to kneel on either side of me, I turned one knee out, opening my legs slightly. There was an audible breath from them, then obvious disappointment as I squeezed my legs together again.
'I'm guessing you've not touched many girls if any,'
I looked at the neighbour, 'apart from you touching me briefly in the ally.'
He went red, and his cousin looked surprised, so I guessed he had been keeping our secrets. Good boy.
'Tonight, I'm going to help you out a little, so if you ever have a girlfriend, you'll know how to please her.'