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THE LIBRARY

As Cora neared the library, she felt heart beat a little quicker than usual. Immediately, she knew why and was not surprised. She was hoping he would be there again, sitting alone at his table, surrounded by his regular pile of art books, wearing his worn blue turtleneck sweater. Cora always did like visiting the library; she loved the smell of the books, the feeling of being surrounded by so much knowledge, so much inspiration. But ever since she saw him for the first time, last Friday, her visits were accompanied by another kind of excitement. She had always been considered an attractive girl, but she had always taken steps to mask her beauty, eschewing make-up and the mythical trappings of looking beautiful for a sense of comfort and a deep-seated need to meet the world on her own terms. Her long, curly tar black hair and icey green eyes made it difficult, however, to be accepted as merely a person in this world. She had had a few boyfriends since graduating from high school four years previous - her mother had always said that boyfriends don’t count until one graduates from high school – but they had always focused on her beauty, always wanting her to “let her beauty shine,” in the words of her last suitor, a hypocritical and sex-starved philosophy major. She was sick of subtle hints to do this to her hair or do that to her face or do something else with her clothes. Today, as she headed to her favorite table, she wore a simple black, ankle-length skirt and her comfy grey sweater; her heart beat reminding her of what might be.

Her heart literally sank when she arrived at her favorite table, and found herself alone. There were three tables in this section of the library, and he was not sitting at his table, directly across form where she often sat, pouring over her history texts, stealing glances. She sighed and stacked her books on the table – W.E.B Dubois, Frederick Douglass, Booker T. Washington, Martin Luther King – her specialty being civil rights and the history of Black America. She loved history, and hoped one day to become a professor of Black American history – she was fascinated with struggle and the overcoming of it, the pride and strength of an entire race of people to simply be accepted as human beings, nothing more, nothing less. “Without struggle, there can be no progress,” Fredrick Douglass had written. AM I allowed to apply that to my life, she wondered to herself, almost aloud.

She was daydreaming about a better world, when she saw him approach. He was tall, over six feet, and quite lanky without being skinny. Dressed in dark green cords and a golden brown sweater, with his curly blond hair bouncing slightly, he oozed sexiness visible to Cora alone. Her heart began its familiar thump, and as he neared his table, she lowered her eyes, not wanting to be caught staring, gawking at him.

When she looked up again, he was looking at her. For a brief moment, their eyes met and she was able to look directly into his soft blue eyes. Then instinct took over and they both lowered their heads in shyness and custom. Like the protagonist in Poe’s “Tell-Tale Heart,” she wondered if the rapid beating of her heart might betray her, such was its strength. She looked up again; this time, he was intently reading one of his massive art books, and she studied him. His long, almost dainty fingers, which occasionally brushed the hair off his face. His face. Strong jaw, nose slightly bent, puppy-dog blue eyes, pale lips, he had almost a babyish quality to him, yet his features were very manly. She loved irony

He lifted his eyes and interrupted her perusal of his face, and their eyes met again, only this time his look came with a shy smile, and she fought the instinct to look away and instead returned a smile. The look lingered with the smile, and he looked down again, still smiling. I wonder what he is thinking, thought Cora. She was a little surprised at her own reaction to seeing him, to meeting his eyes. Her body felt warm. She crossed her legs to capture the light tingle that lay between them. She began to enjoy herself. She looked up again. He was staring at her. As their eyes met again, however, she sensed something different; it was not only more comfortable and easy to look at each other, but something else. A line had been crossed, and the longer they looked directly at each other, the farther over that line they went. They were both smiling, and she gulped as he mouthed one simple word to her, as if to signal this transition.
“Hi.”
One simple word, and it sent her mind reeling in that split second between his greeting and her own silent reply.
“Hi.”

Cora’s mind spun, and her body tingled. What is happening here, she thought. Are we just flirting? Her mind began to swim with thoughts and images. Here was the cutest guy on the planet, she didn’t know anything about him, but loved everything about him. But she felt an odd sense of abandon, of freedom, of certainty. She wanted to fuck this guy. She didn’t know where the thought came from. She had never thought anything like that before. Yes, she wanted to fuck this guy. Didn’t know his name, didn’t know if he was straight or gay, didn’t know if he had a boyfriend or girlfriend, didn’t know if he some sort of perv sicko, she just wanted to fuck him. The urge swept over her like a virus. It reached into her mind. These things don’t happen. But more than that, she realized, she didn’t want to know any of those things, she didn’t want to know him, she didn’t want to lose this ideal, this strange, exciting feeling she had. She didn’t want things to be normal, to be awkward. She didn’t want small talk and questions about books and study and movies, she didn’t want to know if he liked cats or foreign films, where he lived or why he was always pouring over art books. She wanted to fuck him. She wanted to act on this new, odd sensation she was feeling, for fear she may never feel it again.

She looked up, catching his gaze once again. His handsome, innocent face now held new meaning for her. She did not allow herself to think before she mouthed a phrase she had never even thought of in her life, nor would she again……
“I want to fuck you.”
She lowered her head with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment. What had she just done? Maybe he hadn’t understood. She wondered which was better, that he had or hadn’t understood her silent lips. This is crazy, she thought. She felt stuck, physically and mentally. Now what?
Her question was answered by a piece of paper dropped in front of her. She hadn’t even noticed him get up and walk past her, struggling as she was with her thoughts. Then he was gone. She looked at the paper. It said simply, “Room 17a.”

She got up to see where he had gone, but he had disappeared. Her whole body tingled, her legs felt numb, and she sat down, her heart threatening to jump out of her chest. Her brazen thoughts of a moment ago were now tempered by rationality. Questions flowed from her battling mind. Is this really happening? SHOULD this be happening? What was room 17a? Who is this guy? Did he read her mind? Does he pick up all the girls in the library this way? Then the most important question drowned out the others: “do I want to do this?” To her surprise, the answer was much clearer than anything she had experienced before. Yes. But first she had to find Room 17a.

With weak legs, she walked to the directory. Room 17a was located in the basement of the library, where most of the photocopying was done and the library’s collection of microfiches were held. Obviously not a well-used floor of the library. Good sign. She decided to take the elevator, even though she was on the second floor, because she didn’t know if her legs would take her there. In the elevator, she played with scenarios in her mind and thought of what might happen, what words would be spoken, what was in store for her. She decided one thing. She would let herself go, she would act on her desires without thought, she would simply let it all happen.

She found Room 17a. It was located in the back corner of the basement floor, around the corner from the microfiche area and down a short dead-end hallway. She passed not a soul on her walk to the room, and she paused when she got there. Do I knock? Do I just walk in? No thinking! She scolded herself and turned the handle.

He was waiting, leaning against the sole table in the middle of the small room. It was a long table with chairs around it; probably this room was used for meetings. It was dimly lit by a single light fixture on the ceiling. When she stepped into the room, he stood and brushed by her to shut the door. She didn’t even have time to turn. He came up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders, rubbing them. She was nervous, but his hands felt good along her shoulders, and she could feel the warmth of his body behind her. His hands roamed her back, and rose to her shoulders again. He lifted her hair, and her whole body tingled as she felt his soft lips on her neck. He kissed her gently along the nape of her neck, moving across the back and up the other side. She lowered her head to one side to allow his lips to cover the side of her neck. She didn’t know what to do with her hands, so she reached back slightly and found his thighs, squeezing gently on them. His hands roamed her body as he kissed her neck and shoulders, slowly increasing the strength and passion of his kisses. She moaned involuntarily as his hands grazed over her breasts and across her stomach. They were both breathing audibly and the sense of passion and excitement was building between them. Sensing this, he lifted the sweater from her body in one motion, as she raised her arms for him.
She greedily grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts, and he squeezed them slightly, rolling his hands over them, and then focusing his fingers on her hardening nipples. He let his thumbs move over her nipples, sending shocks of pleasure through her body with each touch. When he began to roll her nipples between his fingers, she spun around and kissed him hard on the lips, while struggling to pull his sweater off. As his sweater came off, revealing his bare chest, they both seemed to realize the intensity of the moment, and the fact that they had neither the time nor the desire to be deliberate in their actions.
He pulled her shirt off and she unhooked her bra, revealing her bountiful breasts for him to devour, which is exactly what he did. He kissed his way down her neck and circled her breasts with his warm lips. She grabbed the back of his head and pushed his face into her heaving breasts. He took one breast in his hand and ran his tongue back and forth across her nipples, before plunging it into his mouth and letting his tongue roll around the nipple inside his mouth. Then her took her nipple between his lips and tugged gently, before moving to the other breast. Cora was in ecstasy, and she heard herself moan with pleasure as he went back and forth between her breasts, and her grip on his hair tightened as he began to gently bite her nipples before taking them in his mouth again.
 

Her hands lowered to his back and his kisses moved lower, down the length of her stomach. Soon he was on his knees in front of her, and Cora could feel herself getting wet with anticipation. It had been so long since she had experienced oral sex, she was weak with expectation. He covered her stomach with kisses as his hands reached around to massage her ass, and with each kiss he came closer to the waistline of her skirt, and what lay beneath. As she was about to reach around and unzip her skirt, he gathered it from the bottom, and disappeared under its length! It was quite a sight for Cora to look down and see the outline of this stranger under her skirt. He kissed his way up one leg and then down the other, then back up again, pausing to gently kiss and lick her inner thighs. His hands moved from her ass, around her hips to her thighs, slowly inching upward until they brushed over her pussy, still hidden by her panties. He slowly rubbed her pussy as he kissed her thighs, and Cora felt her legs go weak with pleasure. She had to sit down, or at least lean against the table. She shuffled back against the table, and he pulled her panties down. As she stepped out of them, he began to run his fingers along the length of her pussy. She spread her legs for him, and grabbed his head. He needed no further prodding however, and when his lips found her pussy, already moist with pleasure, she gasped and then moaned loudly, pushing his head, through her skirt, deeper between her legs.
:God, that feels good,” she sighed, as she felt his tongue run up and down her pussy, coming to rest at last on her clit. He gently spread her lips with one hand, and flicked his tongue against her exposed clit, then covered it gently with his lips, before rolling his tongue around it. Just as the pleasure was becoming too much for her, he pulled his tongue away, and kissing her inner thighs again, he slowly slid a finger inside her, curling his fingers to touch her g-spot. My god, Cora thought, as sent spasms of pleasure through her body, this guy knows what he’s doing. If he licks my clit again, I am going to come soon! And she couldn’t believe what escaped her lips next.
“Oh, eat me,” she purred, smiling to herself at this particular demand.
As if reading her mind, his tongue returned to her clit, as his finger began to glide in and out of her, slowly but firmly. He took her clit between his lips and tugged, just as he had done with her nipple, and this almost sent Cora over the edge.
“Oh, yes, please keep doing that,” she moaned.
With her clit still between his lips, he licked all around it very gently with his tongue, even lowering to tease her asshole. This was new to Cora, and she loved it. The pressure on her clit, his fingers inside her, the excitement, it all sent her hurtling toward orgasm.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasped.
It seemed to build forever, and he could sense it, as his actions intensified, and then it came. Her whole body tensed, and her thighs automatically squeezed together, trapping his head between her legs. Then her body shook with an orgasm so intense, Cora wondered if she had really ever come before. She had to bite her lips to keep from screaming as literal waves of pleasure flooded her body and she grabbed his head and held it still between her legs, capturing this perfect orgasm. Then she became an animal.

She pulled him out from under her skirt, and he stood in front of her, reaching forward to kiss her. She stopped him in his tracks, whirled him around, sat him on the edge of the table and ripped at the buttons of his cords. In a frenzy, she pulled them off, and there he was before her in all his nakedness, his cock looking somewhat silly poking straight out from his body. She had never really liked giving head before, seeing it as more of a chore than an act of love, but not today. She had never wanted anything more, well that’s not true, but she wanted it, to feel it, to taste it.
She grabbed his shaft and stroked it roughly, watching his head roll back with pleasure. The she leaned down and licked the entire length of his cock. Up and down she licked, turning herself on with her wanton sexuality and the slightly salty, manly taste of his cock. She took it in her mouth and slowly began to move her head up and down, feeling it getting harder in her mouth. He was silent, but she knew he was enjoying what she was doing. She glanced up and saw his eyes closed and his heavy breathing. This turned her on even more and she moved faster, up and down on his cock, then slowing down to tease it with little licks and kisses before taking it her mouth again, tasting the little bits of pre-cum that appeared at its tip. Her hands played gently with his balls, and this made him groan, which she thought was cute. She really was enjoying this cock in her mouth, the fact that she was enjoying it made it even more exciting.
He was beginning to moan now, and she was afraid he was going to come, so she slowed down. That was all it took for him to play the heavy. He pulled her to her feet, and spun HER around, so that she was perched on the edge of the table, her legs spread, her skirt gathered about her waist.
He placed his cock at the entrance to her aching love hole, but instead of entering her, he rubbed his cock along the length of her pussy and clit, stimulating her even more. But teasing time was over, she thought, so she grabbed his cock and plunged it deep inside her, feeling it fill her pussy. It felt so good to have a cock inside her after so long, and she loved how he held it deep inside her, before beginning his slow, gentle thrusts. Each time he pulled back, he hesitated slightly before filling her again, and that drove her wild. But slow and gentle only goes so far, she thought to herself, as she grabbed firmly onto his ass and began to drive him harder and faster inside of her. He grabbed the back of her knees and pushed her legs back, as he began to fuck her harder now, their thighs slapping together with each hard stroke of his hips and cock. His hands ravished her breasts as he worked his member in and out of her with hard deep strokes, holding himself deep inside of her before thrusting again, having to hold her hips firmly to keep her body from sliding back along the table. He was moaning quite loudly now, sort of the emotionless kind of moaning men do when they are having sex, as if afraid to make any other kind of noise.
Then without warning he pulled his cock out and told her to turn around. Cora felt herself happy to oblige. There was something erotically primordial about being fucked from behind, with almost no control over your actions. She stood, bent over the table, waiting to feel his cock inside her again. He thrust back in with one hard plunge, gripping her ass cheeks and hips as he began to fuck her, his pelvis slapping against her ass. When she thought he couldn’t go faster, he did. When she began to moan loudly, he went harder and faster. They were animals now, acting on pure desire and passion. The act itself was everything, the excitement of the situation, the pleasure in their bodies swept them away so that they became strangers to themselves, but no longer to each other.
Finally, he slowed his assault, and began to fuck her with nice, long, even thrusts, his hands gently massaging her ass, and then working up her back and along her shoulders to her face. He traced her lips with one finger, and she greedily took it into her mouth, and he began to speed up his thrusts again, then slowing down, he told her he was going to come soon, and he didn’t know how he should do it. She was on the pill, so inside her would be fine, she thought, but that’s all she had ever felt. The situation seemed to call for more, something different. She wanted to feel his come, not inside her, but on her, she wanted to feel it on her skin. She recalled a pornographic film she had seen at a high school party, where the man had released his load onto the gigantic (but obviously fake) breasts of the woman in the film. Yes, that was it.
“I want you to come on my tits,” she said, with a mischievous air.
His reply to this was to pull his cock out of her pussy, spin her around so that she lay flat on the table, and then he straddled her body. Holding his cock in one hand, he pointed it at her bountiful breasts, and began to jerk his cock. She looked directly at his face, which began to contort with pleasure, as he moaned loudly and quickened his strokes. With one final gasp, warm cum sprang from his cock and landed softly on her chest. She was surprised at how warm it was, and glancing from contorting face to the cum shooting from his cock, Cora felt wonderfully naughty. She reached down and touched the cum splattered on her breasts, and spread it lightly over her, feeling its stickiness. His cock was finally empty, and he collapsed on her, his chest heaving.
After they had cleaned up and put their clothes back on, still not a word was said. It was the most comfortable silence Cora had ever heard, and to ensure no awkwardness would step in and ruin the feeling, she picked up her bag, ruffled the hair of the young man who stood before her, walked out the door and headed straight for the stairs, not daring to look back, not even wanting to.