“Hey,” she said excitedly, voice hushed.
I crossed over quickly and sat across from her, reaching for her hand as I smiled back.
“Hey,” I replied.
“You just got out of class, right? I’ve been waiting here for a while, you know.”
I chuckled, playing with her fingers. “Sorry, sorry. The professor took a bit longer than expected.”
She grinned. “So, are we studying, or…?”
Even though I wasn’t really surprised, I was a little shocked that she would be so bold in the library.
“Weren’t you studying before I came here?” I asked, changing the subject.
She shrugged. “I was a little excited, I already finished what I was doing, and I’ve been waiting for you to show up for more than thirty minutes.”
I winced. “Wow, sorry. I didn’t mean to make you wait so long…”
“So, make it up to me,” she suggested.
My eyebrows jumped up. “How?”
A slow grin spread over her face. “Stay still.”
I blinked but didn’t move. She fidgeted a little but didn’t move her gaze from mine, either. When I felt something nudge me under the table I jumped, eyes growing wide.
“Sara!” I hissed.
She giggled. “Don’t move or you’ll hurt yourself,” she whispered.
I gritted my teeth, holding back a groan when she gently rubbed me through my jeans with her foot. I knew it was wrong, but it felt so good. My legs spread a little further to give her more room as I leaned back and glanced down. A groan almost slipped out, and I bit my bottom lip.
Her foot didn’t stop moving, it massaged my growing erection, before moving lower to rub my balls underneath. I clenched my hands around the edges of the seat and sent a heated look her way. Sara had on a smug expression like she was happy with herself, but her cheeks were a little pink.
“Sara,” I growled. “You should stop.”
She made a particularly hard nudge, and I did groan that time, a tiny little thing as I closed my eyes, leaning forward, trying to relieve the pressure. I was fully hard in my jeans now, and it was so fucking uncomfortable.
“I can't walk out of here if you keep doing that,” I muttered.
“So, do something about it,” she challenged again.
I frowned at her, panting a little, and found her breath was coming a bit fast, too. The look she aimed at me made me want to jump her.
Shit.
We were in the fucking library, though.
She rubbed me with her toes, and I gasped, hands clenched hard as my body spasmed. I leaned so far forward that my forehead touched the table. When the need to come eased, I looked up at Sara with a scowl.
“If you don’t stop that,” I said my voice low. “I am going to fuck you right on this table.”
I was only partly joking. I was so close, I thought I’d come in my pants with the slightest shift, and it would be so damn embarrassing to have to walk around with come in my pants. It never happened to me even when I was a teenager.
“I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” Sara said, surprising me.
She pulled her foot away, and I released a sigh of part relief and disappointment. She squirmed around in her seat, then stood up. She glanced around, before she came over to me and pulled on my arm.
“What?” I asked, frowning up at her.
She smiled secretively. “Just follow.”
I looked around and noticed no one would see us from here. I followed her, my erect cock making a very obvious bulge in my jeans. Sara pulled me around into another quiet corner in the library, even more hidden than the other one, and darker, so it wasn’t a surprise to find the space virtually empty of furniture. A lot of the books on the shelves we passed looked dusty, and I wondered if people even came by here.
“This spot is usually empty,” she promised. “I’ve sat here for hours sometimes, and no one found me.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck and plastered her body against mine. “You can fuck me here.”
For a moment, I just watched her without moving. I couldn’t believe this was the same Sara who’d sexted me and was so nervous she couldn’t even look straight at me when we first met. Before I could think too much, she shifted onto the tips of her toes and kissed me, hard. I groaned as her body moved against mine. I was hard already, and the way she rocked her hips against mine didn’t help.
“Come on,” she moaned, tugging at the short hairs at my nape. “I’m wearing a thong today, so I don’t have to take anything off.”
“Sara,” I whispered. “You’re killing me here.”
She just giggled and held me tighter. With her back pressed against a free patch of wall, she lifted one leg and wrapped it around my hip, and I caught her thigh automatically. When she rocked her hips again, I cursed under my breath and moved my hand to her hip.