Stuck in the Library
I was writing like a man possessed, my fingers scrabbling frantically over the pages to scribble down as many quotes and references as I could muster. I actually felt better and better with every passing minute, thinking that I was getting closer and closer. I even relaxed a little, and forgot about the impending threat.
And then the lights went out.
9.37pm. The clockface of my watch stared back at me as I caught my breath. I was pretty sure all the way to the library immediately after training was not the requisite cool down that my coach expected, but this wasn’t the time for that. The glass doors of the library closed behind me. I had 23 minutes. I cursed my lecturer under my breath. Who gives an “open book” exam the next morning when the book is a restricted one that cannot be borrowed out from the library. What’s more, there was only one copy stocked. I groaned, hoping that I would be the only last minute mugger in the library before closing time. I made me way to the furthest corner of the second floor, where the restricted section was.
Thankfully there was only one girl using the book by the time I reached the restricted section. “Just five minutes, then you can have it,” she said. The seconds and minutes ticked by. 9.48pm. She handed the book over. I took it from her, and rushed toward the nearest table. Setting my bag down, I took out a notebook and started scribbling.
There was some illumination in the central stairway — coming from a set of lights that were clearly meant to guide the way in an emergency — so I slowed to a leisurely pace on the way down the steps towards the ground level.
The thought that I might arrive at the front desk to find nobody there did not even cross my mind until I arrived.
Turning the lights off must have been the very last thing the library staff did before vacating the building. The doors at the front of the building were very firmly locked. I tried shaking them, in that pointless way that never works with locked doors.
I was trapped.
Even the main controls for the lights were out there in the lobby, sealed off just beyond reach. It was going to have to remain dark in here. I tried taking out my iphone to use the flashlight function, only to realise the battery died during training. Typical. Can’t last the day without dying at least once.
I decided to walk around to try to find an exit, and thought the roof was my best bet. A couple of flights up, and I nearly had a heart attack as a pale figure was approaching. I’ve never really believed in ghosts, but when you’re on your own in a big empty building like that, such skepticism can fade. After an initial shock, however, I realised that the figure was not otherworldly, but human. It turned out to be one of my schoolmates by the name of Georgina. We weren’t in the same class but I had seen her around school before.
She was wearing white sneakers, sweatpants and a jacket. Her long, black hair tied back in a ponytail. She wasn’t the prettiest girl in school, but she was know for being one of the nicest, most caring people around. She was hugging her books in front like some kind of shield, and looking back at me as though I might be some kind of ghost myself.
“Hey,” she said a little breathlessly.
“Hey,” I returned. “Looks like we’re locked in.”
“They just left?” she said, wrinkling her brow with a touch of outrage. “They didn’t check anyone was still here?”
“If they did, they didn’t do it very well. I’m heading upstairs, there’s no signal down there,” I waggled my phone by way of explanation.
She nodded, and stepped aside to let me through, before following closely behind as I continued the climb back up towards the top floor.
“Where were you?” I asked as we progressed up the seemingly endless steps. “When the lights went out, I mean.”
“I was kind of hiding,” she admitted, “I needed to use a book in the restricted section for an essay due tomorrow.”
I laughed and explained my similar predicament.
“You too?” she flashed a heart-stopping smile.
I nodded, trying not to seem like I was staring at her. It was difficult not to, though. I suddenly realised she wasn’t striking, but her looks just grow on you. I was a little surprised I hadn’t taken more notice of her before.
She explained, “I had to come here straight after practice tonight. Our coach kept us late. Only had an hour to work on the essay before the lights went out.”
We made small talk as we tried to find a way out. As Murphy’s Law would have it, her phone was unable to get reception in this ghosttown of a library. We contemplated breaking the glass, but didn’t know where we would find $1,000 to pay the fine for doing so in non-emergency cases. In the end, we resigned ourselves to our fate. We would just have to wait the night out. In the meantime, we could start on our respective pieces of work.
At 2am, we decided to take a walk around the library as it was getting quite cold. We were both walking in tandem up the stairwell. As each moment passed, I had to admit I did enjoy spending time with this girl.
“Maybe I just need to run up and down the stairs a little,” she said. “That’ll warm me up.”
She broke away from me, and suddenly leaned over backwards, making me jump a little. I thought she’d fainted or something. Instead of collapsing, she just leaned gracefully into a casual flip, her hands confidently placed on the floor, her feet flicking daintily over the rest of her body before touching back down on the floor so that she could right herself.
“i’ll be all right,” she said, with a little grin at my obvious look of wonderment.
I knew gymnasts were supposed to be flexible, but her display caught me a little off-guard.
“I wish I could do that,” I said, still astonished.
“I could teach you,” she smirked.
“I don’t think so!”
On the way back, Georgina would performed a few more little cartwheels, showing off her lithe little frame. She really was stunningly alluring. It made me want to watch her actually compete, and not only because I’d get to see her without her training gear on, although I imagined that would be a delicious sight.
“See?” she said, “i’ve warmed up a little already.”
“Great. Now if only I could do a little gymnastics…”
We settled in again back at the table.
This time though, she sat next to me instead of opposite me, close enough for me to be able to breathe in her subtle but sweet scent. I savoured her alluring perfume, breathing deeply but trying not to make it too obvious the effect she was having on me. Despite my best attempts, she still caught me staring at her occasionally.
“Something on your mind?” She grinned.
“Yeah, but you wouldn’t want to know.”
“Tell me!” She hit my arm playfully.
“Promise you won’t mind?”
“No. Just tell me!” She was insistent.
“You know… I’m a guy, you’re a girl. We’re in a dark deserted library. Certain thoughts just come creeping into your mind.” I waited, half expecting a slap to come my way.
But her mouth curled into a seductive smile, and she said, “You’ll be surprised. Guys aren’t the only ones with these thoughts.”
I was taken aback.
“I’m not sure whether anything will happen though, that just depends.”
“Depends on what?” I said, innocently enough.
Then she was up on all fours, her pretty face moving towards mine. “On how good a kisser you are.”
Georgina leaned forward, and I could not believe my luck. My world was filled with her pretty face, her sweet fragrance, her soft yet burning lips.
After my initial shock, I tentatively kissed her back, echoing her delicate exploration of my own lips, gazing into those sultry eyes as I breathed nothing but her glorious scent, a heady mix of sweet vanilla perfume and the subtle mustiness of her natural aroma.
I was quite breathless when at last we parted.
“Wow,” she said, apparently as breathless as me.
“So did I pass?”
“Hmmm…” she said, shuffling forward. “Well, I think you passed the first part of the test.”
“How many parts are there?”
Then she leaned forwards again, and once again we were sharing the sweetest of kisses. I was burning up inside. I had never kissed anyone like this before, her affect on me was like some kind of drug.
As we tangled, I touched her soft cheek, marvelling at her beauty. I gently cradled her head as our tongues danced together, and it wasn’t long before her hands swept up to press me towards her, and we were locked in the most incredible heat.
“You know the perfect way to warm a girl up,” she said as we parted again, both a little short on oxygen.
“Happy to be of service,” I said.
“We might have to cool down a bit.”
“You want to stop?” I asked, wondering what we’d do instead, since there was now a whole different kind of energy between us.
“No,” she smiled slyly. She motioned for me to relocate to a corner with some beanbags stacked against the wall.
Being on the floor gave us a lot more room, a lot more freedom. Georgina drew out the band from her ponytail, and as I kissed her mouth, I was able to run my fingers through her silky hair.
I caressed her face, her chin, her slender neck, luxuriating in the velvet-soft texture of her skin, teasing out a quite moan from this exquisite creature.
The beanbags were surprisingly accommodating as we writhed together, Georgina now clamping her coltish legs around my body, pressing herself close. I could tell that all her gymnastics training made her extremely strong, as well as flexible.
I kissed my way slowly down from underneath her left ear, down her neck, and her moans grew a little in intensity.
“Oh that’s nice,” she moaned when I approached the base of her neck.
But then when I moved my fingers to her throat to unzip her training top, I met with resistance.
“Wait,” she whispered, “I didn’t get time to shower after gymnastics.”
“I doesn’t matter,” I said, with a soothing tone I hoped to encourage her to open up, without feeling in any way forced. “I want you, just the way you are.”
I tasted her lips once again, and felt her resistance melt away, and she was actively unfastening her training jacket by herself, drawing the zip slowly down her chest to reveal the sleek, dark material of her leotard beneath.
I felt her petite frame rise to my touch as my hands roamed over her tight leotard, exploring her tantalising curves. She had a fairly typical gymnast’s figure: agile, with a flat stomach and small waist. While her breasts were fairly small, they appeared very sensitive to my soft caresses.
I brushed my palms gently over her chest, finding her nipples hard now, poking up against the thin material. Through her leotard, I teased the little buttons, forcing out some louder moans from Georgina though our lips were still locked firmly together, while her pretty eyes flashed at me with unbridled lust.
As I continued to caress the soft curves of her breasts, grazing her nipples with the tips of my fingers, I slowly kissed my way down her neck once again, taking it further this time without the hindrance of her jacket, to the edge of her gymnastics costume.
That daintily musty aroma from her earlier workout was a touch stronger lower down, but only seemed to spur me on, stirring my blood and making my heart pound in my chest.
I wanted so much more.
I was careful to watch for any signs that she might be uncomfortable with how far we were taking this — we had, after all, only really known each other for a brief time. But she seemed in no mood to stop, quietly groaning as I took one of her little buds in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue through the thin leotard while my hands continued to coax her breasts and sweep down to explore the elegant curves of her waist and back.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said in barely more than a whisper, and she just beamed at me in reply before moaning once again as I slipped my fingers under the edge of her relatively low-cut leotard, to glide over her bare skin and down to those stiff little nipples.
I felt her tremble as I touched her bare breasts, her body writhing at the sensations flowing through her.
Stroking her nipples with my fingers, I caressed her belly with my lips, breathing in that alluring scent while planting kisses over her graceful contours. Her aroma grew stronger as I approached the waistband of her sweatpants and I thought I detected the first traces of her arousal.
I couldn’t get enough of it. Call me greedy if you will, but I just wanted more and more.
Fearing that she’d feel we were going too far, that she’d call a halt to everything any moment, I very gradually nudged against the top of her sweatpants, gently easing the material downwards to edge closer and closer towards her promised land.
Each time I got a little closer, I’d kiss my way back up her stomach to her breasts, taking her stiff little nipples back inside my hot mouth, albeit through her leotard.
Her breathing was more like a series of sighs now, she was lying back with her head turned to the side, just letting the sensations wash over her. She didn’t look as though she wanted to stop any time soon.
The adrenalin was buzzing around my system, my heart beating like a drum in a rock band. I paused, wondering if I should play it safe, take it slow, keep to the area we had already explored. I would have been perfectly happy if she wanted to slow it down, of course, but there and then I decided I wasn’t going to take the safe option just then. I’d stop if she wanted, but the possibilities were so tantalising, I had to at least try.
Subtly, attempting to avoid any chance that she’d suddenly become afraid or nervous, I shifted slightly, downwards, still lying beside her where she had the option to flee if she needed to, but coming to rest in a position where I could pursue a more thrilling course.
I was kissing delicately along the thin material of her leotard, just above her waistline but again nudging her sweatpants down a little, when she reached down to unfasten the cord tied around her waist. If this wasn’t an invitation to continue, I don’t know what it was.
It set my pulse racing again, the thought buzzing around my head that this exquisite creature was opening herself up to me, that I might get to sample her sweet nectar — even after just a few hours of knowing her.
I felt like the luckiest guy in the world, and once she had the knot unfastened, I gently slid her sweatpants down over her slender hips, revealing the rest of her leotard, her sweet mound, her smooth thighs. She actively helped me to pull the garment off her, boosting my own confidence and reassuring me a little that she warm enough to part with it just then.
I kissed her upper thigh, just below the high-cut arch of her leotard, tasting that slight saltiness on her skin. She touched my chin, tilted my head up to look into her eyes, and she said: “You don’t have to. I mean, I know I had gymnastics earlier and — “
“I can’t get enough of you,” I said, kissing her lower abdomen just an inch or two above that exhilarating rise of her mound.
“Mmm… then take whatever you want…” she replied with a moan that made me quiver inside.
I kissed the bare skin over her hips, then down to her inner thighs, indulging myself in her beauty, her velvet skin, and that fizzing sense of anticipation as I edged closer to the very center of her arousal.
Her skin was already warm to the touch, but as I moved closer to the edge of her leotard, the heat grew noticeably, along with the unmistakable aroma of her juices.
Then I was brushing over her mound, her leotard moist to the touch, my nose and mouth pressing gently into her raw heat. I had repositioned myself between her slender thighs, and it was like every one of my senses was saturated with her.
Georgina was lying back again, her eyes closed, her arms by her sides, her hands clutching at the beanbag beneath her as I ran my tongue slowly along the thin material covering her pussy.
Tasting her, such a glorious spicy cocktail, now it was my turn to moan softly, letting out my own feelings while letting her know just how much I loved to be there, just how much I adored such intimate contact. She seemed to relax a little at this reassurance, to know I wasn’t just doing this to impress her, to make her feel good.
I spread my hot mouth over her lycra-covered pussy, pressing against her and feeling her pussy lips opening up to me.
Her gentle moans gave way to a gasp as I peeled her leotard aside to reveal her pussy to the cool air and, despite the relatively poor lighting conditions, my gaze. So beautiful, so smooth under its tidy patch of dark hair, her fragrant flower drew me in.
She trembled as she felt first my hot breath on her sensitive folds, then the soft touch of my lips. For a brief moment, I tasted her from the source, and her moans seemed to turn almost to pleading, but rather than pile in, I moved back for a moment, kissing her inner thighs again, taking in that wonderful sight before I got too close.
Then my burning mouth returned to her soft pussy lips, and I was kissing her there, licking her, playing with her, dipping my tongue inside her to sample her sweet nectar.
I was moaning again as I tasted her spice, revelling in my being so close to her, so connected. I gently parted her legs a little more to offer me maximum access as my tongue traced the length of her slick valley, lapping up her juices.
And then I was kissing around her little clitoris, warming up the sensitive little bud before getting too close, using my fingers to caress her pussy lips before sliding gently inside her.
Her moans soon turned to blissful cries, my mouth engulfing her clit even as her vagina engulfed my middle finger, her labia tight around it in a manner that made my cock rock hard down below.
Moving from lapping up her now freely flowing juices to taking her clit into my mouth, I felt she was beginning to move towards some kind of resolution. I started to suck her clit a little more forcefully, and with my finger sought out that sensitive spot on the front wall of her vagina.
She was writhing about under me by now, my tongue flicking over her clit, my finger being squeezed by her gymnast’s muscles.
And she was coming, trembling and crying out as she did so, my tongue now swirling around her soaking labia, my nose pressed against her burning clit, her hands clamping my head to her pulsating pussy, her thighs pressing against my ears.
When her grip relaxed, I knew enough to break away from her sensitive zone, loving that the taste of her remained on my lips.
“Oh God…” was all she said for a while, over and over, breathless, lolling back as though drained of all energy. Then, “That’s never happened before.”
Moving up beside her, I couldn’t help the curiosity: “Really?”
“I didn’t think boys like to… you know.”
We edged closer to me, turning to face away from me so that I could spoon up against her.
“Some do,” I said. “With the right person.”
She let out a little satisfied sigh, almost a mew. “i’ve never felt anything like it. It was the most amazing feeling.”
“It was pretty amazing for me, too,” I smiled, and glanced at my watch, hoisting my eyebrows a little at the apparent fact that I’d been between her thighs for about half an hour.
“You like it?”
“With you, I adore it.”
Wedged up against her, I couldn’t help but sweep my hands over her, taking in her tight curves, her wonderfully smooth skin. I moved her hair out of the way and kissed the back of her neck, the warm smell of her hair and her perfume seeming so comforting to me.
“Mmm… if you’re not careful, you’ll get me going again in a minute,” she said, my hands brushing over her tender breasts, down her stomach.
“That’s fine by me,” I said softly, kissing her ear.
She smiled, “But it’s my turn.”
“Don’t you know the rules? I show you mine, you have to show me yours.”
“Ah. Well, if those are the rules…”
“They are,” she insisted, and suddenly picked herself up. “I am going to get another drink, and then I’m going to take what’s mine.”
She did a little twirl and without putting on the rest of her clothes, she padded off towards the vending machine, performing a few little cartwheels along the way.
I watched her as she was consumed by the shadows, and then emerged in the light of the stairwell and the vending machine itself. I still had her flavour on my lips, and I savoured it, my loins now stirring at the anticipation of her return.
A loud clang from the vending machine, and she was on her way back, sipping as she went.
“You want some?” she asked as she came to a halt in front of me.
“Sure,” I said, pulling myself up to my feet.
She gave me the bottle, and as I took a swig, she nearly choked me in surprise as her hands scoped out the hardness between my thighs.
“Mmm…” she grinned. “What have we got here?”
Dropping down to kneel in front of me, she quite suddenly slid my pants down over my hips, exposing me to the cold air.
“You really mean business!” I laughed.
Georgina seemed to catch her breath, then purred, “Oh, it’s beautiful. Can I touch it?”
“Could I ever say ‘no’ to you?”
“I hope not!”
I felt her cool hands tentatively touch my stiff cock, taking in its shape, its hardness, stroking my shaft a little.
Then she leaned forward to kiss it, and I felt her hot breath on my sensitive organ. She traced my shaft with her tongue, starting towards the base, then slowly moving towards the end, planting the occasional kiss as she went along. She was trying it out, exploring.
“So smooth,” she said.
“I might need to sit down,” I said.
With a smile, she put a foot down on my pants so that I would have to remove them to relocate, which I did without much protest. I perched on the window seat. She placed a bean bag between my feet and knelt down in front of me once again.
“Ready?” she asked, flashing a broad smile with those beautiful eyes somehow lit up.
“As i’ll ever be.”
“Okay,” she said, then gave me a serious look for a moment, “and don’t you stop until you’re ready, if you get my meaning.”
“Whatever you say.”
Then I felt my cock engulfed in her warmth, her tongue swirling around my sensitive tip while she seemed to roll the head of my cock around her mouth, letting it fill her, then withdraw, then refill that wonderful hotness, those pretty lips stretched around me.
I could do little but gasp at the sensations rippling through my body, I was having a hard time remembering to support myself as I leaned back towards the window.
As she tended to me with her mouth, she also used her hands to explore me, taking in my thighs and calves as well as up to my hard cock. She cradled my balls softly and flashed me a cheeky smile.
Then she was focusing all efforts on my erection, teasing out a deep moan from me as she upped the tempo, her head beginning to bob up and down on my shaft.
It was wonderful, and the adoration in her eyes when she looked up at me just took it to a whole new level, and I knew I wouldn’t last long. The vibrations from her own breathing and little moans helped build up this energy inside me that could not be held back.
I could feel my orgasm surging up, and for a moment, hoped I hadn’t misinterpreted her earlier request for me to keep going. The energy bubbled up inside me, and suddenly it was too late to hold back, my cock throbbing as my hot seed emerged.
Georgina seemed happy enough to take my cum in her mouth, and as I came down from the great high she’d taken me to, she was lapping at my softening cock and making little contented noises.
“God you have a beautiful cock,” she said, pulling away from me as I became just that little bit too sensitive to continue.
“I just can’t get enough.”
I returned her smile, “You can have as much as you like,” I said.
“i’ll hold you to that!”
I felt the cold pretty quickly afterwards, and reached for my pants as Georgina took to performing a few cartwheels in front of me.
“Are you not a little cold?” I asked, since she seemed in no hurry to put on her training jacket or sweatpants.
“Not even a little bit!” she said mid-spin, “feels like I’m burning up inside!”
“So what’s next?”
Georgina jumped to her feet, then reached out for my hands, which I presented her only to be pulled up myself. “Next,” she said, “we should head up to the top floor.”
“What’s up there?”
“Oh, nothing much…” there was a glint in her eye.
So, curious as to what was on her mind, I followed her up to the top of the building, where it turned out her target was the female restroom.
“See you in a minute,” she said, stopping me outside the door.
She went inside, and the door closed behind her, leaving me waiting there, standing in the glow from the stairwell and facing the dark shelves. I was beginning to wonder what she was planning, but then she came back out.
“That was quick,” I said.
“Got what I came for,” she said, with that mischievous glint her her eyes again.
She held up her hand, and inside it was a box of condoms.
“Are you shocked?” she asked meekly.
Rock hard between my thighs, I think my cock was making some kind of a statement, but my brain was a little unsure what to say.
In a little haze of lust and surprise, I said: “Are we really doing this?”
“You’re in too deep to say no,” she grinned, and walked past me. “Come on, I can’t wait.”
She walked into the bookshelves, no longer concerned about the darkness. As she went, I couldn’t help but stare at her sexy butt squeezed inside that leotard. A moment later, and I managed to break out of my daze, scampering after my horny little gymnast.
I finally caught up to her and we kissed again, the sparks flying as her tongue slipped inside my mouth. As we tangled, her hands were pulling my clothes off, and my hands were in her hair, then slipping down to the neckline of her leotard and under the thin material.