The car purred softly as he slowed and then came to a stop before an apartment building in the city. He easily slid from the seat, grabbed a hold of a bag that contained a well used law textbook, and headed in the direction of the library. Undergrads. It was after eleven, and the library was mostly deserted at this time on a Saturday night. He'd been walking for about ten minutes before the large, cream building came into view. Running a hand through his hair to give it a rumpled, boyish appearance, he strolled into the building. He was thankful that it wasn't one of those libraries where one had to swipe a card to enter. Still, he had no doubt that if it was, he would have somehow acquired access to it.

A roguish smile touched his lips when one of the library assistants, probably one of the undergraduate students at the university, stared at him for long seconds. Almost as soon as she saw his smile, she returned it. He was dressed differently today, in a red t-shirt that fit him snuggly and dark jeans that he hadn't worn in years. He continued walking, passing the room reserved for "quiet study," and down the stairs in to the basement, where the book stacks were. He'd been to the library countless times as a student and knew where he was heading.

He stepped through a door and walked along the numerous book stacks to the back of the library, where the tables were located. As he'd suspected, there were hardly any students studying. As this was the main library, mostly undergraduates found their books here. And undergrads were the first to abandon their books for the numerous parties that were kept on the weekends.

He came upon the tables and did a brief survey of the people sitting there. Only three people in total. A guy was closest to him and he sat before a thick textbook, and what seemed like countless sheets of graph paper. He didn't look up as the man passed him, so intent was he on concentrating. The other was a girl with almost blood red hair and makeup that was two shades too light for her complexion. She sat at one of the far ends, next to a wall. In her ears were headphones and she kept bobbing her head to whatever she was listening to. He headed in the direction of the third person, another woman, wearing thick rimmed glasses, an overly loose long-sleeved shirt, and he didn't have to check to know that she wore a long, free flowing skirt. Her eyes lifted to his briefly, and he made out the soft brown behind the lenses, before she returned her attention to the book in front of her.

When he came upon the table, he pulled out the seat right next to her and put his bag on the table.

She seemed startled. Behind her glasses, her doe-like eyes were curious.

Taking a seat, he tossed her a grin, opened his bag, pulled out the textbook and pretended to be absorbed with the contents. Minutes passed before he heard her clear her throat prettily, and then the sound of a page being turned touched his ears.

His eyes scanned the area briefly and then he jostled her leg with his. She straightened, her eyes moving quickly to his, before she looked away. She'd figured it was an accident. With his eyes still on the book before him, his hand moved to her thigh, grasping it lightly through the fabric of the skirt.

A soft squeak escaped her lips, and she turned to face him. He turned to her and smiled, running his hand along the material of her skirt, caressing her thigh. Her hand immediately flew to his and plucked his away from her leg. He allowed her to move his hand and then returned his attention to his text.

She suddenly stood, picking up her book, and placing it into the bag that she'd brought with her. Tossing him a glare, she headed in the direction of the book stacks. He remained as he was, staring after her for a few moments, taking in the unflattering brown skirt that she wore, and the boring buttoned to the color cream top on her body. Minutes later, he packed his book and moved away, taking the same path as she. He didn't have to walk long before he stumbled across her. She was standing between the stacks, looking for a book. Her bag leaned against one of the stacks. He approached and tugged those glasses off. She was cute with them on; gorgeous with them off. His little innocent...for tonight.

"What are you—?" she hissed softly before he moved in and pulled her against him, lowering his head to hers. Her lips were locked together tightly and he took his time in coaxing them open. When she did, he almost moaned at the sweet taste of her. His arm lowered the bag that he held so that his other hand could travel to her shirt. Deftly, he began unbuttoning buttons and was at the second when she tugged away from him, her eyes wide, and clutched her shirt.

Swallowing hard, she pushed against his chest with her free hand and he released her.

"Stop," she said softly, her voice breathy as she rebuttoned her shirt and smoothed it down. Her brown eyes seemed shy as she looked anywhere but his face. "I'm not one of those girls."

He almost chuckled but settled for cornering her, until her back hit the wall. Two stacks were on either side of them. She was trapped and she looked it. He could see her mind churning and asked evenly, "You're not of those girls?"

She shook her head in denial and replied, again in a low voice, "No."

His finger traced her full lips. "What kind of girl are you?"

"I don't do things like this," she replied, swatting his hand away from her face. He nodded and took a step back. She seemed relieved until he fell to his knees before her and began to lift her skirt.

"Wait!" she hissed softly, her eyes darting to his dark head and then to the empty space before the stacks. "Stop that!" He lifted the front of the skirt and tucked most of it into her waist so that her panties and legs were visible to him. Her hands landed on his shoulder and she attempted to push him away or pull him up. It was practically impossible for her to do because he outweighed her by many pounds but he would let her find that out on her own. His finger traced her crotch through her white cotton panties, and then he lifted his head to stare into her eyes as he slipped a finger into her underwear and caressed her smooth lips.

She bit her lip and shook her head. His finger slipped between her lips and he reveled at the wetness that he found there.

"I thought you weren't one of those girls," he challenged softly, and she had the decency to look slightly embarrassed. He chuckled.

His finger gently eased into her wetness and she clenched her legs tightly together as he continued to do so. The digits suddenly slipped from her body and he tugged her underwear to her ankles.

"Step out of them," he commanded. She did as he told her and he pocketed the panties. "I'm going to keep these, so you always know who this belongs to."

Then he was using both hands to spread her pussy lips wide before he moved his head forward and captured the hooded bud between his lips. His tongue swirled around it and she rammed her fist against her mouth to keep the cries that would sound like gunshots in the silent library. She spread her legs wider for him and felt his tongue probe backwards, touching the hot core of her.

His lips moved away from her and she saw that they were covered in her juices. As she watched he licked his lips clean and stood. He towered over her by shoulders and a head, but his mouth came down to capture hers again. She tasted herself on his lips and moaned softly into his mouth. Those fingers were at her top once more, and he unbuttoned them quickly, getting no complains from her.

When her shirt was open, he reached around her to unclip the bra, before pushing it up.

She felt his hands close over her breasts and whimpered against him. He teased her nipples eagerly and her hands reached forward to the belt at his waist.

He removed his lips from hers and stared down into her eyes. His eyes had darkened and his voice was low and rough as he said, "Take it out."

Slowly, she undid the belt and then opened his jeans. He nodded and reached a hand down to her bare pussy once more. His finger slipped into her again and she cried out. His other hand immediately covered her lips.

"Not so loud, little whore," he chided, and her eyes widened at the name. He smirked. "You didn't think that I would still consider you a good girl after all of this, now did you?"

She slowly shook her head, taking his cock out of his boxers and stroking her hands over the length of it. He stepped away from her and took his dick in his hands. He pumped it a few times, feeling his pre-cum moisten his dick, before reaching into his pocket for the condom. As he rolled the condom on, she watched him, her eyes wide, her hands lightly squeezing her breasts.

"Turn around, place your hands on the wall and spread your legs." He was curt, to the point.

She turned and he lifted the back of the skirt over her ass, and tucked it as he'd tucked the front, into her waistband. Her beautiful ass was exposed to him. His hand itched to smack it but that would be too loud for where they were.

He advanced, his dick pointing towards her pussy. He teased her more, moving his cock down her slit, fucking her pussy lips, but never penetrating. She pushed back against him and one hand went to settle under her belly. He titled her hips more and then guided his cock into her tunnel. She cried out softly and he leaned over her, grinding his hips into hers, and feeling as if he would blow inside at anytime. She was tight and he felt like he was being pulled back in even as he withdrew. Slapping sounds were heard as their bodies joined and he sent up a prayer, for her sake, that a security guard didn't discover them. Because she would be embarrassed as he was unlikely to stop until he came.

His hand suddenly left her belly, played lightly with the neatly trimmed patch of hair on her mons, and moved down to her clit. He pinched it lightly and she contracted around him. Groaning deeply, he continued to pound into her. "I bet you like that. Don't you like that?"

She nodded and he continued to hold onto her breast as he rode her hard. Her legs began to shake and her body closed in on him. With a deep groan, he came. His body leaned over hers, his hands covered hers on the wall. Both of their breathings were erratic.

He finally pulled out of her and looked back to the opening into the stacks. No one stood there. He untucked her skirt, letting it fall freely about her legs once more, pulled off the condom and redid his jeans. She was still leaning against the wall when he looked back to her. A grin tugged at his lips and he pushed his body closer hers, forcing her exposed breasts to graze the wall. She cried out at the cool feeling against her sensitive buds.

"Did I just fuck you into oblivion, Sasha?" he asked seductively, running his hands down her sides. She nodded slowly, but turned her face slightly to look at him. He kissed her lips before stepping away and watched as she turned around slowly, allowing the wall to support her. Her fingers began redoing her buttons and her eyes remained on him.

Blake grabbed his bag from the ground, and threw it across one shoulder. Her bag, he held in his hand.

"Blake," she began softly, a smile tilting her lips skyward. "I think you're going to have to carry me out of here."

An eyebrow lifted and he replied, "Those legs of yours need to be working for what I've got planned for you."

She blinked and then her eyes widened in that innocent school girl way. "You mean there's more? That wasn't it?"

He shook his head. "No, that was not it. A college student just fucked a nerdy girl in the book stacks. I haven't fucked Sasha yet."

She laughed softly, shook her head, and smoothed down her shirt. "Okay, I'm ready." Tentatively, she took a step, and when she didn't stumble or fall, he turned and walked ahead of her.

***********

Sasha was thankful that the girl that she shared the apartment with was out for a night on the town. She was making enough noise to wake the dead, certainly enough to wake someone sleeping one room over. Blake had her in a very sensual position, with her head and hands on the bed, her ass in the air, and one leg on the ground as he gripped the other, and fucked her senseless. He was going impossibly deep, stroking her quick as she screamed out all sorts of obscenities.

Blake was sweating profusely. He was usually one to say something witty during times like these but he could think of nothing. All he could see was Sasha in this position beneath him and it was all that he could do not to shoot his load right there. He released her leg and it dropped to the floor. Pulling out of her drenched hole, he spun her around and pushed her back onto her bed.

He straddled her moments later, lifting her leg to his shoulder, and plunging into her again.

"Blake!!" she screamed and somewhere in there he heard frustrated sob. He continued on, pushing into her and pulling out. Leaning down, he captured her lips and let his chest graze against her nipples. She turned her head aside moaning, "Blake...fuck—fuck me Blake. Oh God."

He latched onto her earlobe and an earsplitting scream later, she was cumming around him cock. He released a breath that he was holding and pushed deep, feeling his balls seize as his cum shot out of his body.

"Holy shit," he murmured against her cheek, and then he chuckled lightly. When he'd seen that position in a magazine, he'd had no idea exactly how mind-blowing it was.

Sasha continued to contract sporadically around him and he braced himself on his elbows and stared down at her. The light in her bedroom cast a golden glow over the both of them, and served to show him how beautiful she looked as she came down from her orgasm. When she opened her eyes and turned to face him, a cat-like smile took over her entire face and she lifted up to kiss him. It was a soft, gentle kiss, nothing like the passionate kisses that they'd been giving each other since they arrived at her apartment.

"I needed that," she murmured contentedly as she let her head fall back on the bed. "After two weeks of hell, babe, I so needed that."

Blake nodded and smiled before pulling out of her and standing up. Her legs were spread invitingly over the edge of the bed and he stared at the sight for a long while before tugging the condom off and throwing it into the bin she kept by her bedside. He turned off the light and went back to the bed.

"Are you going to sleep with your legs like that?" he inquired, knowing that she hadn't moved since he'd left her.

"Mmhhmm."

Shaking his head, he grabbed her legs and tossed them onto the bed before moving around and lying down. He was about to reach for her when she pushed into his arms, threw an arm across his chest, and kissed his neck. Moments later, her breathing deepened and Blake caressed the line in the middle of her back. It was only November. He sighed and a frown touched his lips. May needed to get here quickly.

***********

Sasha awoke the next morning and reached for Blake. After moments of grappling with sheets and no hard body, she opened her eyes and then squinted. The sunlight was peaking through her curtains, and revealed a piece of stationary paper on Blake's pillow. Sitting up, she opened it and smiled.

"Didn't want to wake you. You looked too peaceful. See you at Thanksgiving.-Blake."

Sasha shimmied back under the covers and looked to her digital clock. It was already eleven o'clock...on a Saturday. She should be in the library, studying, and reading up on the cases assigned to her. As her eyes closed and she thought of the things that she wanted to do to him for Thanksgiving, she decided that an hour more in bed couldn't hurt. A well-rested body was a well-functioning body.
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