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Author's Note: This is a shorter story than many of those I've shared, somewhere between a mix of plot and sexual content. It's not a sudden, sexy read but there's a faster progression with characters leading to intimacy. Of course, same thing as usual, please bear in mind that this is adult content so don't read this if you're not of legal age. Enjoy!

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Chapter I

Drenched in sweat, I wake in a mass of sheets with the cotton fabric stuck to my back, heavy with sweat. The dreams are gone now and once again I don't really remember them. This is the seventh night I've woken in heavy darkness, a racing heartbeat the remnants of what must have been a powerful dream. I shudder, the coolness of the air in my room settling over me as I untangle myself from the sheets to sit up. I crawl across the bed to get my phone from the bedside table. The time reads five fifty seven, with only three minutes until the morning alarm on my smartphone is set to go off. I scramble to turn off the alarm before it sounds out, stagger up and proceed to get ready for the rest of the day.

As the effects of my morning coffee begin to stir me into action, I follow through with the process of my daily fitness routine. After I've completed pushups, pull ups and a run on the treadmill for twenty minutes I'm satisfied that I've done enough for a Monday morning. After showering I get ready to leave the house, the cool fall air refreshing against my face.

Now's probably a good time to talk a little about who I am. I'm Jess Blaine, a twenty two year old studying social work in college. I'm tall, a couple of inches away from being six foot, lanky to the point where working out is a necessity to build muscle to give the impression that I'm not a twig. I'm kind of a huge lesbian when it comes to appearance. It's pretty obvious I'm queer, with my dark hair trimmed extremely short around the back and sides and slightly longer on top. It's the stereotyped lesbian look which speaks for me, as opposed to me having to open my mouth and say it. It's not quite a punk rock look, not quite the stereotyped classic conservative men's hairstyle either.

I also happen to comfortably wear clothes designed and sold with men in mind. Generally, because I'm so slim I try to seek fitted items of clothing, since I have a vastly different body than what men's clothing is designed for. I'm no fan of wearing tent-like outfits, but that's just me. Anyway, enough of how I look, there's more to all of us than appearance.

It took me three years after finishing high school and working in several different fields (most of which weren't that great) to decide what I wanted to make a career out of. The idea of being a social worker or a counsellor of some kind seemed like a good idea since I imagined that helping people would be a worthwhile career choice. And so here I was in my first year of study, already realizing that I was in it for the long haul and I had better do the best I could, so that a Masters in social work would be an option.

I suppose you could say I'm not really someone who knows what path to follow until I spend a lot of time thinking about what choices are available. I'm not indecisive, just willing to keep my opportunities open in life-it's hard to cut out options when you see so many possibilities. I'm not a quiet person, in fact, I'm pretty outgoing, energetic even. But, when it comes to a lot of things in life, I find it hard to be objective and plan ahead with concrete ideas-I'm always thinking about 'what if?'

I drive to university, not particularly keen for the day ahead, with the week about to grind into a start. I grit my teeth and bare it as I arrive at the campus, thankful that I'm able to find a park before piles of cars invade the car parks. I double check to make sure my parking permit is visible on the front dash, grab my bag and shut the door, looking around at the car park.

I lock my car and slip the remote into my jacket, turning to head to the library for some study before my first lecture of the day. Looking up, I notice a woman walking across the car park, through isles of cars a few metres ahead of me. She's slim, not particularly tall, but small and light on her feet as she moves. She wears a dark jacket and as she moves between a gap of cars, I see she's wearing dark jeans and shoes. I don't really know what makes me notice her, as all I can see is the back of her as she walks away from me. All I can determine is a pale shapely neck and short, dark hair shaped into a softer style than mine.

Just as I wonder what her face looks like, she looks over her shoulder, a pair of light blue eyes scanning her surroundings and falling on me for a brief moment. She looks like she's in her early thirties, slightly past the fresh stage of adulthood and closer to the more mature side. Her features reveal nothing directly, in the way of emotions, but perhaps I can see the faintest of smiles rising from the corner of rich, red lips. Then she turns, moving just as swiftly into the grounds. I suck in a slight breath, feeling slightly dizzy. I'm confused at the feeling, but I figure it's probably just the cool air and the heaviness of the laptop in my bag, or something along those lines. The woman disappears into the main campus building ahead of me as I continue on my way to the library, a nearby, albeit separate building.

In the library I get to work with finding some source material for a current essay. After fifteen minutes I'm deeply engrossed in reading through a chapter for some content worthy of using within my essay when I notice muffled footsteps nearby. Thinking nothing of it, I begin slip the book back into place in the isle when I freeze, noticing a pair of blue eyes directly in front of me. I feel my own widen in surprise, as I almost drop the book, the cover opening with pages springing outwards. I fumble and make sure I haven't creased any pages, and by the time I look up again, it seems that in that moment the eyes have gone.

I slip the book back in its place, hands suddenly clammy, heart racing with awkwardness. I take a deep breath and wander to the end of the walkway, but when I take a look down the aisle where someone had been, all I see is a deserted space. I scratch a sudden, eerie tingle at the back of my neck, scanning the rows of books before me. There's not a sound to be heard and not a single person to be seen. I sigh and glance at my watch, before hurrying to my lecture, not wanting to be late. During the lecture I'm restless, not entirely sure why, although I have my suspicion that I know why I'm uncomfortable.

That night I dream of bright blue eyes and red lips and when I wake with the memory of the dreams, I'm not drenched in sweat with fear. Instead, I wake with a nervous tremor in my hands and the dull throbbing of desire roaring through me. I blink away the visions, but the feeling's still there as I recall the woman I saw the day before. Slim, graceful and fleeting, like an apparition borne from imagination. I lie there, very still, in the middle of my bed, reliving the moment I saw her in my mind's eye. With my eyes shut, I give myself over to the feelings of lust circling through me, letting my self-restraint slip away.

My fingers trail along my skin, through the singlet I wear, down and along my abdomen, until they find the band of my underwear. Slipping down and into the fabric, I explore the wetness, surprised by the sheer amount of it dripping out of my pussy. The dream really got me going, it seems. My fingertips are drenched before they enter me, and as I push two fingers of one hand up and along my depths, I groan, air hissing through my teeth. Instantly my fingers are coated in slick juice.

My hips jolt as I brush gently past my sweet spots, my ass rising slightly off the bed, as I begin to slide my fingers along my walls. With my breaths becoming louder and faster as I move quicker and increase the pressure, the feeling of the throbbing amplifies with every moment. Perspiration forms across my body as I moan louder still, my hips trembling as I continue to push and swirl my fingers faster still, as my groans become whimpers. The climax is sudden, halting my breath and rushing past my eager fingers, which slow to a gentler pace as I gasp for air. I lie there for a moment, before deciding it would be a good idea to change the sheets.

I spent the day attending lectures and planning assignments with fellow students. Near the end of the day, I feel an odd pull to go to the library, just to check for another couple of books for the essay I've almost finished. I arrived not long before library closing time, but I knew I wouldn't be hanging around long, since I knew exactly where to look for books in the topic. I head to the isle where I figured there'd be the most books and proceed to check the spines of various titles. I'm fairly engrossed, but I turn to see the very same woman from the day before, approaching to place several books on the shelving several steps away.

I try to function as my concentration slips away from me. She's definitely real, I realize, taking in her graceful movements thanks to my peripheral vision. I force myself to look down at the book in my hands, feeling the sweat prickling my skin along my back. Cut it out, a voice in my head tells me, as I feel my pussy beginning to throb slowly. I'm never really this self-conscious around women and it aggravates me to no end that I'm suddenly unable to control my body's reactions. My mouth's run dry with nerves, which is an odd contrast to the wetness threatening to ooze out of me elsewhere.

She kneels down and shamefully, I enjoy the tightening of the denim jeans around her behind, the delicate shapeliness of her figure reeling me in. She finishes sorting the books, before standing. Relieved, I expect she'll be on her way, but I'm surprised when she turns to face me. My eyes move faster than I ever thought they could, as I fight the rushing heat within my cheeks. I swear it, I did not just look at your ass. Cringing a thousand times within myself, I hang in a dubious moment of suspense as I wonder if she's noticed my glance. I regulate my breathing, but damn, it's difficult. How can I control my thoughts and actions at the same time when my body's out of control?

She approaches me and I bring myself to look at her over the book, stupidly smiling slightly, autopilot willing me to be friendly and approachable. It's odd, but of all the times, I wished she wasn't looking directly at me, not with those ice blue eyes as I'm melting into a puddle right before her.

"Hello," a voice of mellow tones says calmly, her lips opening to speak the word.

"Hi. I'm just taking a look at some possible sources for an essay I'm working on," I say, somehow coherently. I cheer and pat myself on the back, my mind blown with how I can function when most of me is going haywire.

"Oh, yes. How is it going so far? I noticed you were in this section of the library yesterday."

"Oh? Well it's going fine thanks, I could do with another book or two though."

"Books on social inclusion, I take it?" she asked, approaching me and reaching out to place a slender finger on the spines of the books directly in front of me. Her arm stretched out before me threw me slightly off guard as I felt myself clinging on the edge of a cliff, while from the outside I knew I appeared unquestionably normal.

"Yes, that's right." I agreed, surprised at how quickly she'd caught on.

"Right. Sociology or social work?" she asked, looking up at me coolly.

"I'm a social work undergrad," I said, looking down at her as she regarded me curiously.

"Right. Here, try this one. It should work well. It covers a wide range of theories. I just put it back on the shelf today." She pulled the thick book out from the shelf, holding it out for me to take.

I checked the title and nodded. "Thanks, this looks like it'll be helpful." I closed the book I held and reached out to take the book from her.

"Keeping that one?" she asked gesturing a slim fingered hand to the first book I grasped nervously.

"No, actually, not now that I have a much more specialized book." I smile and lift the book up to awkwardly push it back amongst the other books.

Reaching up suddenly to help me avoid dropping the book on the floor, her hand lands on mine. A shock sparked through the contact and I blinked suddenly despite myself, turning to face her as her fingers over mine succeed in slipping the book back to its rightful place. I turned to look at her, only to meet cool eyes and a half smile curved upwards by lips redder than my face.

"Oh, thanks," I manage, as her hand seems to linger on mine, before she lifts her fingers, only to press her index finger to a ring on my hand.

"No problem. Nice ring by the way," she says, as if to change the subject. My eyes flick to my hand to notice she's pointing at my elaborate silver ring of a sculpted owl's face.

"Uh, thanks," I laugh nervously, close to breaking point, feeling an odd current surging through her finger and my skin, the current jolting straight to my genitals. She seems completely unaware, however. But before I can really figure out why I'm feeling what I'm feeling, her touch is gone and I'm looking back at her appraising gaze. My mind's a whirl and I'm feeling lightheaded, like I haven't eaten for a whole day.

"All set?" she asks, as if everything is as normal as can be. And everything is normal, I realize, because I'm falling apart on the inside, but I look fine on the outside.

"Oh, yes. Yep, this is all I need," I say, as she nods and brushes past me.

"I'll sort the loan out for you then", she says, looking over her shoulder and beckoning me to follow.

We sort the book out and I watch her, enjoying her being across from a counter, as opposed to inches away.

"Have a good afternoon," she says, smiling up at me as she hands me back my card. Incidentally, her finger only just brushes mine as I reach for it, the current shocking me back into reality.

"You too, thanks..." I say, not sure what her name is.

"Oh, I'm Rose," she says, her eyes twinkling up at me.

"Well, thanks Rose. I'm Jess. Appreciate your help," I smile as I head to the library doors and out into the outside world.

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I drive home light headed, and as soon as I get through the front door of my house, I drop my bag and head to the bathroom. I want nothing more than to shower away all my nerves. While I'm in the shower, however, I take some time to get myself off under the stream of refreshing hot water. Of course, the whole time I'm enjoying myself, I can't help but think of Rose and the sensation of her hand on mine. Once showered and relaxed, I get some study done and complete my essay, using the book Rose found me.

After dinner I crawled into bed an exhausted mass, wrung out and glad to see another day through. I wake the next morning refreshed in some ways, but wound up in others. There's a constant and odd buried feeling in my chest, like warmth spreading through my lungs. I push this observation aside and head into a midday lecture after running errands in the morning with a somewhat refreshed mindset. The day passes quickly and after a couple of lectures and a long study session with a few friends, I head to the library to return the books for the essay I'd finished the night before.

Rose greets me as I enter, looking up from sorting papers at the counter. I keep myself as composed as possible as I approach the counter, pulling out the books from my bag and shoving them into the return chute. Rose busies herself with the paperwork before asking me how the essay was going. I explained I'd finished it and that her book suggestion was helpful.

"You're welcome," she smiled, her eyes sweeping up over my face. "Oh and here's that booklist you wanted," she continued, holding out a piece of paper to me.

"Booklist?" I say, taking the piece of paper from her and miraculously dodging contact with her finger. I never asked her for a booklist, I think to myself, as I look down at the white piece of paper. There's no list, just a series of numbers. A phone number, I realize.

"Get in touch... If you've got any more questions," Rose grins, and winks discreetly at me, minding the woman tapping away at a computer beside her at the counter.

"Oh, but," I say, before stopping. I smile at her, my heart racing. Her eyes seem to hold unspoken messages now, and although I hunger for answers, I look down at the paper in my hand, connecting the dots Rose resumes her paper sorting, albeit with her gaze fixed on me.

"Thanks," I say, relieved to see that the plump woman working beside Rose has just taken a phone call.

"No problem," Rose watched me cautiously as I turned slowly and walked over to the aisles. I moved deliberately, taken over by the strange feeling of warmth in my chest. I felt her gaze on me, the prickling sensation in my neck rousing my sixth sense. It wasn't very long since I'd disappeared into the mass of aisles that I heard footsteps, though muffled, approaching my general area. I walked slowly, willing myself not to look behind me, as if my life depended on it. The footsteps slowed, and I became aware of how the aisle I stood in was out of view from much of the library, without a single student in sight.

The piece of paper was getting soaked through with the sweat of my palm, so I tucked it into my pocket. I held my breath and in the compacted silence around me, I heard a soft sigh directly behind me. Not the kind of short, bored sigh, but a longing one, or something akin to such a sound. Her fingers were soft and daring as they wrapped around the hand that had just emerged from my pocket. I froze, my lungs failing to allow me to breathe, as Rose stepped around me and let go of my hand. I stared at her as she came into view, her eyes reeling me in.

"I know, I knew from how you looked at me yesterday," she whispered, her voice cutting through the void of silence pressing in around us. She grasped my arms with both her hands and stared up at me, as if willing me to speak.

"I'll call you," I heard myself whisper to her.

"You better," she grinned, glad to hear I wouldn't deny it. She seemed calm and unfazed considering she was holding both my arms in the middle of her workplace where we could be seen at any moment.

Her hands disappeared as she withdrew from me, before drifting past me along the aisle, with a small smile, back into the centre of the library. I stood there for another moment, regaining my composure, before heading out and through the library. Back at her desk, Rose gave me a small farewell wave, which I returned.

That night, once I'd had dinner, a simple meal of packaged pasta, I continued on with some assignments. Partway through the document I'd been typing on my laptop, I couldn't avoid the urges to take a look at the square of paper Rose had given me earlier. I swallowed nervously as I stared at the numbers written in neat, small font. The hand that had written the numbers before had held me earlier. The memory flashed through my mind and I held my breath, knowing that the urge to call her had just reached breaking point.

"Hi, it's Jess." My own voice sounded unfamiliar, alien, even to me. The words formed with a sense of determination, even with my dry mouth, I knew I had to speak. I didn't call this number just to be unable to speak, after all.

"Hello. I hoped you'd call soon." Rose sounded calm and collected. "Are you well?"

"Oh yeah, yes I'm fine thanks. And you?" I replied, feeling a little calmer. She'd hoped.

"Just as fine as you. Although you sound nervous."

"Oh, not really. I mean I'm not at all out on a limb here." I laughed, more so at my awkwardness than anything else.
"Of course not. I'd never let you be. So how about we meet tomorrow at some point?"

"Sure. I mean, I have lectures for most of tomorrow though."

"How about when you're not in a lecture? I think I'd be too distracting there for you." Rose didn't bother hiding her amusement. She seemed to enjoy playing around.

"Uh, well I have a break at ten thirty. What do you think?"

"I think you'll be seeing me then. Meet me at the library. And don't expect to get a lot of study done in your break."

I blinked, staring at the laptop screen in front of me as I read a thousand connotations into her words. I felt the throbbing which had been ceaseless in our phone call accelerate, giving way to the feeling of wetness seeping out of me. My body denied my urge to cross my legs, as I was unable to control my lower body, beyond stopping my trembling. The strange part was that I was fully enjoying being at the mercy of Rose's words. The whole platter of sensations crashing over me were deeply engaging.

"I'll see you then," I managed to utter, as Rose smirked on the other side of the line.

"Goodnight. And don't be late tomorrow."

The line clicked into silence. I set down my smartphone beside my laptop on the desk before me, unable to ignore the tremor in my hand. Damn, I thought, if her voice does that, then what other abilities does she possess? That night I showered, well, if you can even call it that. It was more so a time when the wetness of the shower assisted me in trying to relieve the sexual tension exploding out from every cell in my body.

Chapter II

The next morning I awoke at the ridiculous time of five past six. Birds sang outside in the cool fall air. I failed to fall asleep again, the excitement swirling in the pit of my stomach keeping me awake and driving me to shower and refresh myself. I knew what I felt was the suspense and exhilaration of seeing Rose in only a few hours. It mattered that she knew I was attracted to her and that she clearly returned some kind of real, tangible interest in me. That fact in itself was a turn on.

My first lecture idled by slowly, each tick from my wristwatch entrancing me, pulling me through time, slowly but surely to the moment when I would see Rose once again. Finally it was ten twenty seven, and as the time drew ever so near to the arranged moment, the lecture drew to a close and I hurried off to the library, avoiding students who would attempt to make conversation with me. I didn't want to waste a second when I could be on my way to see her.

On entering the library, I scanned my surroundings to see that the library was reasonably quiet. I stopped in my tracks, just beyond the library counter and looked down at my watch and saw the time read ten thirty one. Close enough. The red lips and pale blue eyes weren't hard to notice. Rose stood between two aisles within sight, slipping the last two books in her hands in their place on the shelves. Her eyes found mine instantly, and once her hands were free, she pressed a single, slim finger to her wristwatch, before smiling at me.

Nodding wordlessly, Rose moved swiftly around the furthest end of the isle, slinking out of sight. Blinking in surprise, I fought the desire to run after her in the middle of a library, right in front of her colleague who was shuffling around at the counter with a bored expression on her face. The last thing I wanted was to rouse any attention. It seemed to me that Rose didn't want to speak to me in this area and it was clear she wanted me to follow.

My mind foggy, I strode quickly through the aisle, reaching the other end of it only to see Rose disappear into another row of shelving to my right. My heart raced, my lungs working overtime as I struggled to look normal whilst tailing her. Books blurred past me as I approached her location swiftly, knowing I was gaining on her. I startled a student in an aisle beside me, who looked up at me curiously before looking back down at a book he'd been reading.

I turned the corner, only to catch sight of a door marked staff only ajar in front of me. A path between two empty aisles led the way to where I suspected Rose had entered. I slowed my pace and swallowed, taking a deep breath to steady myself. It didn't feel like reality, more so like a dream. The world seemed muted, hushed, like I was experiencing everything from underneath the surface of water. I moved slowly, my legs like lead, the door coming closer. No one was in sight, even as the door was within my grasp, there wasn't a single soul around me, or even behind me as I checked over my shoulder. And then my hand had pushed the door inwards, Rose coming into view like a surreal apparition.

She stood to the side of the door and pushed it shut behind me, and I looked at the room we stood in. It looked like a storeroom of magazines and articles. There were a couple of dim lights shining down from the ceiling, but aside from that, she room had no windows and wasn't as bright as the main areas of the library. I stared at my surroundings, wondering why I hadn't really noticed the door to this room before. Turning back to Rose, I stared as she gave me a long look, before speaking.

"You're on time. Good. So I should probably explain a couple of things."

"Yeah?" I asked, realizing that it was just the two of us in a rather small room. I felt my stomach flip, eager to hear what she had to say. It was now completely silent where we were and noticeably cooler than the central area of the library. The fall air must have been leeching into this room over time.

"Look, I'm sure you're aware that this is a bit odd, ending up here in this room. But it's better to talk here than risking people overhearing any of this of course. Well, look. I want to make a couple of things clear."

"Yes. Well, I wasn't really that sure what we were going to talk abou-"

"Yes you were... You are aware, Jess. Are you really going to make me say it?" She sighed, taking a step closer to me.

"Ah, well I mean, I know you're interested in me, right?" I said, testing the waters to see her response.

"Of course. I find you attractive, intensely so, actually. That's why we're here. I know enough from how you look at me when you don't think I can see you. And now, this brings me to my next point. Feel free to leave if you're uncomfortable, or if you don't want anything more than this. I know you can handle it, it's just a matter of whether you want to."

"Leave? Well. I don't think I want to let this slip by. I didn't come here for nothing after all."

"I know I came here to fuck. Did you?"

I blink, surprised to hear her speak so bluntly. My eyes widen briefly, until I get control of myself, autopilot taking over me. The word fuck coming from her mouth sets off a series of reactions within me. My pussy is jump started into action, throbbing at the knowledge of what she wants. Each delicious, panging sensation leads into the next, increasing in pace until my depth has a pulse of its own.

"If that's what you want, I'm not going to walk away," I hear myself say. My bag slips off my shoulder and I allow it on the floor with a dull thud, mindlessly ignoring the fact that my laptop's nestled inside.

"How long do you think we have?" I ask.

"Enough, but don't take all day, Jess. I'm impatient." She moves closer to me, her hands, soft and strong simultaneously, reaching up to my neck.

Her hands wrap around me as she pulls me in, her lips hungry and impatient on mine. I moan against her mouth, losing myself to the immediate and overwhelming waves of instinct crashing over me. I grasp her waist, my fingers tight around the cotton of her shirt, as the skin beneath boils through the fabric. I decided then and there that there was no point in holding back, not with her slim, tense body pressing against me like that.

The kiss deepened quickly, both of us eager to claim the other, in whatever ways we could for the time we had. Before I knew it, Rose had pushed me back up against an aisle of shelving which was stacked with endless amounts of articles. My shoulder met the metal shelving a little harder than I expected and I gasped in surprise. Several articles slipped down to land on the floor around us, but we ignored them completely, as we teased each other's tongues, hungry for more. Pulling away from me, Rose dropped to her knees, grinning slyly up at me. Gasping for breath, I attempted to pull myself together, while she worked furiously to unfasten my belt and jeans.

"Now let's see what's inside these clothes..." The air was cool on my waist and spread over more of me as she pulled down my jeans to halfway down my thighs. Staring up at me lustfully, she hooked her thumbs into both sides of my underwear and slid them down moments after. The wetness of my pussy had coated not only my entrance, but also my underwear. I watched as Rose's eyes widened, taking in the excitement I felt, the sight of my soaked pussy compelling her to stare at it for a moment.

"Fucking hot," she whispered, her eyes hooded as she let her hands rest on my bare thighs. Her nostrils flared for a moment as she noticed my scent and I shuddered, as she breathed in deeply. I felt my impatience building and longed for her to explore me. I didn't have to wait long. Leaning forward, her eyes never left mine, even as her tongue slid slowly across my pussy, catching the wetness forming on my lips. Gliding over my clit, her tongue dug deeper, pressing into my nub of swollen flesh. I moaned, air hissing past my teeth as she repeated that same, small motion again, then once more, before tracing my lips once again.

When she nestled her tongue into me, I cried out, my hips jerking underneath me. Rose moaned in response, her efforts doubling. She was greedy, determined to find out exactly what she needed to do to please me, to create the highest amount of pleasure she possibly could. My hands went to her hair, the strands of dark hair soft and malleable around my fingers. My back arched, as she reached around my ass and held me tighter to her mouth. She wasn't slow with her movements, she delved deeply into me, the length of her tongue working me into a frenzy. She didn't hesitate to rush me to the destination I was seeking out.

When my juices oozed out of me with her saliva, she'd be quick to catch the drips, unashamed to show how much she enjoyed me. My breaths came in heavy gasps, each one as vital as the next, as my lungs screamed out for air, for relief. I felt the room melt around me, the books and shelves distorting like hot wax fleeing down a candle. At the centre of my tunnel vision, Rose stared up at me from her knees, a beautiful, ethereal vision seared into my memory forever.

And then I came, time spinning into a shuddering implosion. The vastness of the pleasurable sensation expanding through my limbs wiped my vision clean with a bright, white light. When I could see and feel again, Rose was gently licking up the remainder of the flood of juices that had come forth with my climax.

"You're so sexy," Rose murmured, her eyes soft, her fingers gently as she slid my underwear back up, along with my jeans. I fumbled with my belt, my fingers numb while the white edges of my vision receded back into the normal spectrum of sight.

"I can't compare to you," I said, returning her smile. As she stood up, her hands travelled to her own pants.

"You should find out for sure," she whispered. Unfastening the clasp of her jeans, she slowly dragged the zipper down to open them, revealing a pair of lacy panties as red as her mouth.

Wordlessly, I kissed her steadfastly, wrapping my arms around her shoulders in a tight embrace. Her lips yielded to me as I slipped my hands around to her front, my fingers running across the swell of her breasts. Even through the fabric I could decipher much of her shapeliness, my touch drawing a sigh from her against my lips. Tilting her head to the side, Rose murmured into my ear.

"Don't hold back, I need it to be fast and forceful." I looked at her, understanding what she meant, and she kissed me hard.

Her hands tangled in my hair and she pushed me down to my knees slowly, her chest rising and falling with arousal. I worked quickly, pulling her jeans down and away from her underwear, the lace panties clearly revealing a dark patch of wetness. I trailed a fingertip along the outer strip of fabric covering her pussy, feeling the warmth and moisture radiating out from her. She moaned, the muscles in her legs visibly tightening. Looking up, I saw her gazing down at me, biting her lip eagerly, her hands still knotting in my hair, her fingers twisting sensually.

My hands moved suddenly, the panties pulled aside without a moment's notice. Her own fragrance hit my nose, sweet, but with the smooth notes I loved. I enjoyed my first sight of Rose's pussy, noticing immediately that although she was bare around the length of her lips, she showed off a sculpted patch of trimmed hair above her clit. I enjoyed being able to visibly see all the juices pooling around her outer lips, but I only marvelled at her for a short moment. In the next, I dove in and sampled the taste and feel of her, savouring the unique and addictive flavour she offered.

Above me, Rose twisted and writhed. Her torso, arching magnificently, shook above me as I began to feast without restraint. She groaned as I gave her what she needed, what she so desired to have. I revelled in the act of giving, the art of swallowing her very essence. As her nectar slid down my throat, I became not only a different person, but I shared a part of her. It was an intimate, ancient connection which was being forged through flesh and bone combined. To this very day, it is a deeply intimate union which cannot be accurately expressed with words.

Swirling my tongue up and into her pussy, I didn't hold back. My tongue was strong, powerful and relentless, probing and pressing against all the spots that made her moan and cry out softly. When I realized that she needed more, I withdrew my tongue and sucked the first two fingers of my right hand. Once they were covered in my thick saliva, I slid one in, followed by the other when she stretched to accommodate the first finger in an instant. Rubbing up and along her quivering, hot passage, I hit all the right places, jolting sparks of pleasure out through her centre to the rest of her body.

Abruptly, albeit deliberately, I curved my fingers forward, slamming them into her particular sweet spot at the front of her wall. She jolted and froze, letting out a contorted cry of intense pleasure. Captivated by her response to pleasure, I repeated the process, speeding up my movements until her head was thrown back and she struggled to stand upright. Her sounds turned to regular muffled groans until I worked her over, pushing her closer to the edge that seemed to be rushing towards her.

I leant forward towards her, tearing my eyes away from her heaving breasts and her head lolling back with her mouth open. Her clit was soft and flexible as I sucked it into my mouth, flicking my tongue over the swollen bud. She jerked, her pussy clenching down on my fingers as she began to contract, juices dripping all over my hand as I twisted my fingers within her.

"Oh fuck," seemed to be all she could manage as she spiralled out of control, into the thrashing waves of orgasm. I continued my efforts until her contractions separated in regularity and her pulsing walls slackened their grip around my fingers. I loosed my mouth's grip on her clit and slowed my tongue to a delicate caress, lulling her back into reality.

While she returned to the present, I slipped her underwear back in place and stood up from my kneeling position. Pulling up her jeans and tidying herself up, she shot me a wry smile which I returned. Turning away to my bag, I pulled out a small pack of tissues, offering her one, allowing us to both clean up our faces. Neither of us really said anything until I stooped down to swing my bag over my shoulder. I couldn't really believe how quickly things had changed, and I figured it'd only really set in afterwards. Then and there it feel like reality.

"We better get back out there. You go first, alright?" she said, looking towards the door. I understood immediately that it would clearly be best if we left separately. One after the other, with space separating the time of our departures would lead to les suspicion if anyone happened to notice either of us leaving the storeroom.

Facing me with her steady blue eyes, Rose put a hand on my cheek and kissed me lightly, only once, as if to say something without words. I nodded, almost numbly, and turned to move towards the door.

"Oh and one last thing, I'll get in touch with you, but we might meet elsewhere, as opposed to here. This was fantastic, but it's not without its risks." She was right, there definitely were risks, that was for sure. The thought of being caught hadn't really crossed my mind during the sex, only when we'd got our clothes back in place.

I paused, my hand resting on the door handle to look back at the woman I'd just been having outstanding sex with in a storeroom. I fought back the sudden urge to laugh at how sudden and bizarre the past few minutes had been with Rose. "Yeah, that would be best, especially if something like this is on the cards for next time."

"It definitely is a possibility. But I'll call you and we can discuss things further. Have a good afternoon, Jess."

"You too," was all I could really manage as I braced myself to open the door. Returning to the main area of the library seemed more daunting than it had ever been for me. But the experience I'd just had made everything worth it. It was great to get firsthand experience that proved librarians were far from boring... I couldn't help but wonder, where and when would the next rendezvous occur?

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