The Library Isn't Just for Reading

by frog

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Masturbation, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, School, .

Desc: Sex Story: A chance meeting brings Paul and Pam together in the college library. While they are discovering each other and their own passions, they also find that reading is not the only thing that goes on in the stacks. After all, what better place to study human behavior than in the library?

© Copyright 2001 by frog, all rights reserved, except those described below. Permission is granted to download, archive, and repost provided that the contents are not altered, including the disclaimers, copyrights and limitations on use and provided that no fee is charged for access. This story contains material of a sexual nature. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse the behavior described in this story. All persons and events in this story are fictitious and any similarity to persons living or dead or to actual events is purely coincidental.

Paul - Day 1

The warm sunshine on Paul's back felt grand as he studied in his usual place on the library's second floor. The giant window behind him provided an expansive view of the university campus and the city beyond. The desk opposite his provided a different view. It had lost its modesty panel years ago, so, while the former view gave him inspiration to study, the latter attracted the occasional coed who provided inspiration of a different sort.

At first, Paul barely noticed motion to his left. His eyes popped when he realized that an amazingly beautiful creature had chosen "the" desk as her study site. The sunshine reflected off of her long honey-blond hair and made it almost glow from within. She had one of those long, lithe bodies that seemed impossibly thin, yet very fit. She clearly was comfortable with her lanky body because she moved like music or poetry. Her tanned legs were astonishingly long and shapely with subtle curves everywhere. As if having a breathtakingly beautiful face and extraordinary legs was not enough, her breasts were firm globes just a bit too large for her otherwise delicate frame. All this was encased in a tight sleeveless black tee shirt cropped at the waist and a tiny, black miniskirt. Paul glanced around the library and noted that everyone--male and female--were staring at this commanding beauty.

The girl tossed her hair back carelessly and sat down adjusting her very short skirt as she did. The bright sunshine from behind Paul did its magic and illuminated otherwise dark places. Paul caught a tantalizing glimpse of a triangle of white, shiny material under her skirt. "Worth the walk up the stairs today for sure," he thought. A familiar tingle started in his groin.

The girl crossed her enticing legs and, in doing so, flashed a broad length of her thigh. "She will have to uncross those legs again in a while and then... oh, the view... I can't wait," thought Paul. He pretended to read his class notes looking up frequently as if he were committing them to memory. The air conditioning vent over the girl's head began to have a visible effect on her ample tits. Paul could see her nipples slowly hardening in the cool breeze. They appeared just a little higher on her breasts than he expected and were becoming hard buttons against the soft fabric of her bra and shirt.

Without warning the girl looked up at him. Paul tried to remain nonchalant hoping that she didn't notice him staring at her chest. Catching his eye, she flashed a quick, radiant smile and went back to her reading. Paul returned the smile and, when she looked away, he grasped the chance to check out her legs and hemline again. Just as he did, the girl uncrossed her legs and a larger portion of her white panties became visible for an instant.

Paul drank in the view, then froze when he realized that she was looking at him again. "Busted," he thought. "Better be cool about this." He swiveled in his chair and stared out the window for a moment. He hopped up, got a quick drink from a nearby water fountain, and returned to his place.

Upon his return, the girl seemed deep in thought. She poured over her notes, absentmindedly twirled a lock of her hair, and chewed on the end of her pencil. Paul's dick tingled again when he contemplated her thick lips pursed around the pencil eraser. Slowly her legs parted. Just a small bit at first, then a little more.

"Yes, baby!" Paul mused. "Forget where you are, forget I'm here. Just relax. Yes! Show me, baby, show me!"

Slowly the white panty triangle reappeared under her small skirt. The bright sunshine acted like a spotlight on her most intimate spot. Paul reached down to adjust his hardening cock. Suddenly his pants felt very confining. A chill went through him. She was looking at him again. "Caught one more time," Paul thought. He lowered his eyes.

The girl looked at her watch and began collecting her things. She shoved her books into her backpack and zipped it closed. She began to rise from her chair. As she did, she swung one leg around completely exposing her panty-clad crotch. Paul involuntarily sucked in his breath and held it. In the bright light, he could discern the outline of her labia beneath the shiny cloth. He saw the delicate lace fringe around each leg opening. Time seemed to stop for an instant.

Then she was gone. Paul suddenly had an electric charge zoom through him that concentrated itself in his raging erection. "Life is good," thought Paul.

Pam - Day 1

The most wonderful moment in Pam's short life was waving goodbye to her parents as they drove away from her dormitory on the first day of college. She was free at last--free from her ultraconservative parents and all that they had forced her to do. Now she could do what she wanted, go where she wanted, and most importantly, wear whatever she wanted to wear. No more than thirty minutes after her parents departed, Pam and her new roommate were in the nearby department store buying new wardrobes. "It's time to create the new Pam," she happily thought.

Pam's roommate talked her into getting a couple of mini-skirts. Pam wanted so much to be different than ever before, but even then, the mini-skirts were not very comfortable for her. Her newfound freedom didn't completely do away with her modesty. She, however, bowed to peer pressure and bought the short skirts anyway.

Pam had worn her new mini-skirt only on one other occasion when she pulled it on to go to the library. She looked in the mirror and liked what she saw--a beautiful, young, smiling, confident woman. "With this skirt, I'll just have to be sure and keep my legs together," she thought, "and not bend over too far."

Pam liked it when she noticed heads turning in her direction while she walked across campus. After years of frumpy, bulky clothes, little or no makeup, and hair in a perpetual ponytail, she wondered if anyone would ever notice her. Clearly they did... and she really enjoyed the attention. On this trip to the library, she allowed her hips to sway just a little more than usual. A big smile spread across her face and she greeted all those that she met. She could feel guys' eyes on her back as they turned after she had passed them. This was her coming out party. She felt terrific!

When she took her place at the desk in the library, Pam noticed the guy sitting across from her. "Cute!" she thought. "Dark hair, athletic build, little dimples in each cheek... but, alas, the studies are calling." She sighed and turned her attention to a quick review of her notes before class.

Pam sensed someone looking at her and glanced up from her reading. "He's looking at me," she noted. "Oh my! What a time for my nipples to get hard! How embarrassing! I know that he can see them. Smile, Pammie. Maybe he won't really notice anything."

Pam saw him return her smile. "Ooo, very cute," she thought. "Those dimples really become obvious when he smiles. He has the smile of a warm, sensitive person."

Pam stared at Paul when he made his way to the drinking fountain. "Very nice ass! Firm. Small. Great hair." Pam almost laughed at herself for thinking such naughty thoughts. She felt aroused by those thoughts as well. A tiny bit of electricity shot through her pussy. She squeezed her legs together and enjoyed the sensation. "Oh well... back to the books," she pouted.

Pam came to the end of a section in her notes and glanced up. The guy was staring directly at her legs. She pressed her knees together quickly. "He was looking up my skirt!" she realized. "Oh my gosh!" The tingle in her pussy now had grown into full horniness.

"My god, he is feeling himself. I think I am giving him an erection!" Pam blushed. She felt simultaneous embarrassment and excitement. Her conservative upbringing began to kick in and she felt a tiny moment of shame. "Proper young ladies are not supposed to have these feelings, " she thought. But, her erotic feelings persisted and grew.

The thought of her having a direct sexual effect on him was a thrill for Pam. She couldn't get those sexy thoughts out of her mind. She had never actually seen a penis, but she knew how things worked. "So much for getting any studying done now," Pam surmised. "I guess I had better head to class." By now, her pussy burned and ached to be touched. "Later," she thought.

He was looking at her again. Suddenly without thinking, Pam acted in a way completely uncharacteristic of her--a way so different that she surprised herself. When she stood to go, she purposely spread her legs apart and allowed a full view of her panty-covered pussy. She acted totally on impulse. A thrill shot through her. "Take that!" she thought. Never in her life had she felt so alive as when she walked out of the library into the bright sunlight.

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