Samantha rubbed her eyes and glanced down at her phone. 1:37 AM. She glanced around the nearly deserted library, noting only a few other people sharing the top floor with her.
Sam has been running herself ragged, working on her master's degree and working full time. Apparently these were what her wild Saturday nights have become. At 28 years old she was doing alright for herself professionally, but had paused her romantic life after a difficult breakup that was only a few months old.
Sam was beautiful - a petite brunette with an athlete's body - and had never had trouble finding someone to sate her appetites when the need arose but it had been a minute since she had gotten laid.
She sat back into the big couch with a sigh, and glanced at the cute boy in the frat sweater a few tables over. 5 years ago, she would have already convinced him to ask her back to his dorm, assuring him that she never did this, but he couldn't have been older than 20 and it felt a little too easy.
He was bobbing his head to large over the ear headphones, reading some massive tomb with an intensity that was impressive this late in the evening.
As she considered him, movement coming up the steps behind him caught her eye. A familiar tightly wound mess of ginger hair took her only a few seconds to place - the hair belonged to a coworker!
Looking at the clock, Sam considered whether or not she had the energy to start a conversation. She was almost 30, hell no. She decided to wait until Monday to tell Amber about the crazy coincidence.
Sam watched as Amber, book back slung over her shoulder, walked directly to the young frat guy and tapped on his shoulder.
Sam laughed to herself as he jumped, knocking over a water bottle.
Somehow Amber looked great even at 130am at a college library. Though she wore no discernable make up, a baggy sweater and a loose ankle length skirt.
The boy awkwardly pulled his headphones off and turned to her. They exchanged a few words Sam couldn't make out, when Amber leaned forward and put her mouth only centimeters from his ear.
Sam watched as the boy flushed, his neck and face turning red. Amber leaned back up and made eye contact with him, as he nodded awkwardly.
Sam caught Amber showing him a sultry smiley. Amber turned, kicking a little extra away to her hips, and headed towards what Sam knew to be one of the most seldom used bathrooms on campus.
Oh fuck. A knowing smirk crossed Sam's face and she felt her breath pick up, heart pounding. Almost involuntarily she clenched thighs together as the boy awkwardly started shoveling his notebooks and belongings into his book bag.
Sam also carefully collected her belongings, doing her best not to make a sound, and followed him through the zigzag of bookshelves to the back of the building.
Stashing her bag behind a plant, Sam gently caught the bathroom door as it swung shut, greatful the well lubricated door didn't squeak.
"Uh, hi. My name is Markus" he stammerred.
"Hi Markus. Now be quiet for me and hold this. I'll unlock it for you. And come sit here." Amber's voice was quiet but direct and unyielding.
Sam's hand snuck down into her leggings, slowly teasing herself. Fuck she was drenched.
Sam gently eased the door open further. Markus was sitting on the toilet, pants in a pile to the side.
