The first time you saw me you were walking through the University Library doors. Usually people never notice me, but you did. You stopped dead in your tracks, ran outside, and came back in with some weak assed flowers that you picked from one of the planters outside the doors, handed them to me, then went and sat down within my line of sight.
I thought it was cute at best. But then you started to come around every day. Not really working on anything, just pretending to read a book while sneaking glances at me over the top of your books.
At first I pretended not to notice you. Just went about my day, stacking books, putting them on the shelves, checking them out, checking them in. Such is the life of a Librarian. Then came the day that you spoke to me. I will never forget it. You walked right up to me, said, “Excuse me.” When I looked up you smiled then mouthed the words, “I want to fuck you.” I couldn’t believe it. Never in my life had a student come onto me before. I was both appalled and excited. You laughed a little bit then walked out.
For weeks I went without seeing you. I began to look for you every day, I began to change the way I dressed, the way I spoke, even going so far as to practice my “sexy voice” at home. Then it happened. Being finals week the Library was open extra hours to accommodate the onslaught of panicked students working frantically to get papers finished. I had thought for sure I would see you, I wore new panties, bra, stockings, heels, and wore my hair down.
The way I was attired along with the way I wore make-up and had my hair drew a lot of attention. So much so that I was starting to rethink how I had been acting, feeling very silly with the way I had let a simple few words mouth to me over the desk make me change everything about myself. I was disappointed that you didn’t show, but also relieved that I could go back to the way things were before. I was more comfortable that way.
I had just put my fingertips on the switch in the back office to turn off the lights when I heard your voice. It startled me to the point that I actually jumped. I turned around and there you stood, naked, clothes on a pile beneath your feet. My breath caught, my hand fluttered to my neck, I tried to turn away but you closed the distance between us quickly. You placed your hand on my face, turning it toward you, every inch of my body was on fire, not to mention the effect was having on my on fire pussy. It was convulsing in spastic quick motions.
You leaned in, brushing your lips against mine, I thought that I was going to pass out from want of you. You looked into my eyes, smiling a wicked smile. By this point I was dripping wet, having to switch my weight from foot to foot just to give my aching cunt some relief. You placed your hand on my tit, gently, coaxing the nipple to rapid hardness. Everything was moving so fast, I wanted to stop, yet I couldn’t. You took a step back and said, “I am going to fuck you.” As you spoke you guided my hand to your hardening cock. “Then I’m going to fuck you again. I am only 17 but I will plunge my cock in every hole you have. You are dressed like a slut, who knew that you were hiding a whore beneath those clothes.”
Amber
You watch as her mouth parts ever so slightly, your attention drawn to the momentary color of black behind those soft ruby red lips. Then it happens.
