Entering the college library, Susan, a slim, dark-haired woman, moved quietly round the shelves to the reference section, and seeking out her usual table in the far corner, walled in on two sides, she placed her laptop on the table and removed her coat. She hung her bag and coat on the back of her chair, walked to the shelves and after selecting the books she needed, returned to the table, opening them up next to the lap top.
Carefully she scanned the pages, then switched on the laptop and opened up her work page. Susan sighed deeply and sat back in her chair, ignoring the laptop, books now unnoticed, dragging her fingers through her hair, drawing it away from her face. All she could see was the face and body of her lover, Jess. All she could think about was how Jess felt, tasted, sounded when they made love. How much she simply wanted to be with her.
Susan was disappointed and slightly saddened. Having kissed Jess goodbye as she left earlier, snuggling briefly into the soft warmth of her body and inhaling her scent, she had waited for Jess to wish her Happy Valentine's Day. She had wanted to say the same to Jess. She had wanted to tell Jess how much she, Susan, loved her. She wanted to ask Jess to stay with her, be with her. Forever.
But Jess had said nothing made no indication that she had even remembered what day it was, and, as always, her courage had failed her, so she had said nothing. She knew she wouldn't be able to cope with the disappointment, the hurt, the pain and the loss, if Jess had rejected her.
So many times lately she had thought the moment had come to ask - but each time her courage had failed. She had reasoned with herself, that Valentine's Day would be the perfect day to do the deed.
Susan's hand moved automatically to the bag hanging on the chair under her coat, seeking out the shape of the small heart-shaped box that she had been carrying around with her now, for weeks, and the hard edge of the card she had chosen carefully. The box contained the 'outward and visible sign' of her deep love for Jess. Her hand trembled as she touched it, fingertips caressing the soft velvet, closing over its shape drawing it into her hand, which closed over it. Susan had decided to give it to Jess today, tonight, over dinner. But even the thought of this action filled her with trepidation.
With a sigh, and imperceptible shake of her head Susan returned to the present and why she was there.
Dammit! This just won't do...........I have to get this research finished.
She turned to her books and began to flip the pages, making notes, and working on her assignment. She became so engrossed in her work that during one visit to the shelves, she didn't notice the approach of the taller redhead who took up the seat next to Susan's. Very quietly and deliberately, the woman opened her own laptop, took some books from her bag and placed them on the table. Before Susan returned to the table, the woman had moved away to more distant shelves. The redhead, although seeming to be searching for books, was keeping a surreptitious eye on Susan, watching her movements, and as soon as she saw Susan return to her place at the table, the redhead made her way over to her own chair.
As she sat down Susan noted the presence of another student, but otherwise took very little notice. Resuming her work, she concentrated on typing up her notes, integrating them into the framework of her assignment, only becoming aware of her neighbour returning to the table, from the scraping of the chair on the floor.
Suddenly Susan gasped in shock as she felt a hand slide under her skirt and settle warmly on her thigh.
Her head snapped sideways, eyes widening in shock as she recognised her lover, Jess, before lowering briefly to take in the hand on her leg. A sharp rebuke was already forming on her lips when she felt a single long finger gently pressed against them, stilling her outburst, and heard a soft, familiar voice telling her, "Sssshhhhhh, sweetheart, no noise. We don't want to disturb the others do we?"
The words were accompanied by a beautiful smile that, as always, melted Susan's heart, and the movement of that hand further up her thigh until the fingers grazed over the satin thong covering Susan's mound, making her gasp again.
Her eyes closed at the touch, and a slight shiver ran through her as she felt Jess's other arm move to the back of her chair to lie along it, the hand resting lightly on Susan's shoulder. The redhead's fingertips moved almost imperceptibly in circles over her shirt sending ripples of sensation through Susan's shoulders.
Susan was shocked into silence, that this could be happening here, in the library.... with people all around! What on earth was Jess thinking of?! But she seemed unable to resist the touch of those hands.
Opening her eyes, Susan saw a pair of brilliant green eyes looking carefully into her own, and heard the sound of the voice that she loved, speaking again. The touch of the other woman's hand on her mound, stroking softly, was making it very difficult to concentrate, and with an effort she forced herself to listen.
"Look at your laptop, not at me; to anyone behind us, it looks as if we are working on something together." The woman's voice was soft, gentle, barely above a whisper, but commanding. Susan seemed unable to resist it. All the time, her two hands were moving over Susan's body, arousing her, playing her.
The stroking continued, firmer now, and combined with the hand on her shoulder was sending shivers of pleasure up and down her spine.
Susan's hands, which had been on the keyboard, now settled shakily on the table, each side of the laptop, as she breathed deeply to try and calm herself.
