“Okay, now you can keep going.” I put the pants over my mouth so the whole library wouldn’t hear me scream.
He shook his head. “You’re nuts.”
“No, I’m smart.”
He went back down between my legs, but instead of using his mouth, he quickly switched to his fingers. He rubbed circles on my clit, and made my legs tremble. I moaned softly.
He continued to rub, as he stood back up, and used his hand to guide his dick back into me. He slipped it in, and then began furiously pumping in and out, his fingers moving faster with each thrust.
“Oh my God!” I yelled into my sweatpants. I held them tighter over my face. “Yes!”
He was right. I wasn’t quiet.
He pushed one final time, and I felt his come fill me. He continued to rub my mound until I came just a minute after.
I saw something in the shadows of the bookcases.
“There’s someone up here,” I whispered to him, forgetting the pants.
“What?” He turned around to see a girl with her back to us. We hadn’t been caught, yet. “Shit. Quick, get dressed.”
We both threw our clothes on, but hid in the study room until we couldn’t see her anymore.
Once she turned a corner, he walked out before me. “We should do that again sometime.”
I smiled. “Maybe we should.”
Two
Alexis emerged from her bedroom late the next morning. I could tell that she was hung-over. I had done her a favor and started a pot of coffee. “The pot should still be hot. Was it a good night?”
I watched from the couch
as she scratched her head. She looked to be in a mismatch of too-big-for-her clothes. The t-shirt didn't really look like her type of style. She yawned and stretched before reaching up on her tip toes to get a mug out of the cabinet. We had stools in the kitchen for her, but most of the time she refused to use them. Short people problems, she would say.
“It was good. You should totally come out with us next time.”
I set down my book on the coffee table, and pulled the blanket up around me closer. “I think I'm good. I had a night of my own.”
She poured her coffee, and wrapped her hands around the mug, bringing it up to her face while giving me an inquisitive look. “And what's that supposed to mean?”
She shuffled over to the couch, and sat down across from me, putting the blanket across her legs. “If you've got gossip, you better spill.”
I shook my head. “No gossip here. Just stacking books all night, and then a little time in the study room.”
Her eyes widened. “Shut up! Was it Shane? Reliving a little of the football season?”
I rolled my eyes. “I hate to admit it, but he is some of the best sex I've ever had. There’s something about how rough and arrogant he is that just makes me want to fall apart.”
“He strips away your insecurities. By him being so confident, he makes you feel confident.”
I was shocked. “A little early for Psych 101, isn’t it? Besides, you look like a hot mess.”
She looked impressed with herself. “You never know when I’m going to come up with a good one.” She took another sip from her mug, and I saw the steam rise from it as she held it between her hands. “Which reminds me, I have another little piece of good information. When I was at the club last night, one of the guys saw me dancing. He said that they're doing an open call for go-go girls tonight, and he gave me an invitation. Better yet, he said I could bring a friend.”
I wasn't much of the going out type, but I did know how to dance, and I knew how much money those girls could make. I could pay my rent with just a couple weeks’ worth of work. I wouldn't give up my job at the library for it, but it would be nice have the extra cash. “Oh? Are you interested?” I didn't want to seem overly eager, especially if she was about to laugh about it, because she definitely didn't need the money.
She said her mug down. “Damn straight I am! They said that the girls get bottle service for free. I would love to go to the club every Friday night, and get paid for it? Sounds like a dream job. Only question is, which friend will I bring?” She tapped her finger on her chin like she was seriously considering it. She was pretty adorable when she was trying to tease me.