In The Library?!

[TransBear-]

This is a work of fiction.

Being a "mature" student (gimmie a break, I'm only 36) had always been somewhat daunting to me. For starters, having very little to do with the majority of the other students around me sounded like hell. College had been bad enough when I was in my own age group, so being surrounded by 18-25 year olds? Nightmare. Sure, I didn't act my age, but there's something isolating about not being able to talk to people your own age (and I wasn't about to make friends with my lecturers - I wasn't playing teacher's pet here). So I was more than thrilled to discover I wasn't the only thirty-something year old on my course. There were six of us in total, and while I got along with most of them just fine, it was Steven who I bonded with the best.

He was really sweet. Same age as me, into the same music and movies, and we could chat about basically everything. We studied a lot together, often spending hours upon hours buried under a pile of books in the library. We could rely on each other for help both in class and out, and we swiftly became pretty good friends.

During one particular study session, we found ourselves tucked right at the back of the library hall, hidden behind a rather tall pile of books, trying desperately to prepare for the series of exams that were due to start in the next few days. I was already pretty flustered, having spent all day stuck in the library, feeling like I hadn't gotten anywhere. Steven had tried to reassure me several times that everything would be fine, but I was feeling hopeless. I persevered, however, and flipped to a clean page in my notebook in order to keep jotting things down. I let out an exasperated sigh.
"Hey, man, come on. Chin up." Steven gave me a nudge. I sighed again.
"I'm so fucking stressed. I need a coffee break or something."
"Alright, I get you. I'll go grab us some snacks."
He pushed himself out of his seat and moved past my chair behind me. As he went, his hand gently brushed across my shoulders. I felt a pleasant shiver run down my spine.
He returned about five minutes later with coffees and snacks for us both. When he set everything down on the table and moved behind me again, he did the same shoulder brush thing. I glanced at him as he sat down, but said nothing otherwise.
"There we go." He smiled at me, then grabbed a bag of crisps and opened them.
"Thanks." I immediately snatched up my coffee and took a sip. "Mmm."

We sat in silence for a few minutes, munching and sipping, then got back to work. It didn't take long for me to get overwhelmed again, and I all but threw my pen down in frustration.
"I can't do this! I'm gonna fail everything!"
"No you're not! Don't talk like that!"
"I am!" I covered my face with my hands.
"Hey, come on."
I felt Steven move himself closer to me, then felt his hands gently tugging mine down from my face.
"Look, here. What's the problem?"
He leaned in more, wrapping his arm around the back of my chair, turning the book I was taking notes from towards him. His fingers had settled somewhere near my shoulder, and I could feel him lightly stroking me. It felt...good. Great, actually. Reassuring, sure, but also something else. I tried to ignore it.
"I just...my head is so busy. I can't make sense of any of this."
"Well, that's fair. We've been at this a while. And you're super tense."
"I am super tense, thank you."
"Maybe we should stop for tonight."
I let out a groan. "I don't know...I wanna get this section done before bed, at least."
"That's fair."
"Okay, so, look..." He shuffled a little closer, pulling the book closer to us. "Here? Yeah?"
"Mmhmm."
He made a few very good suggestions, and while he was talking, his hand left the book and settled on my thigh. Now, don't get me wrong, I was used to him being near me and touching me and stuff. We were friends, and he was quite a tactile person, but he'd never put his hand on my leg before. The weight of it felt good, and it was sending out warmth in waves down my legs. My throat was suddenly very dry.
"Okay?"
"Yeah, thanks."
I thought he would move away, but he didn't. I turned to look at him, and he kissed me.
I didn't have time to really register what was happening before I realised I was kissing him back.
It didn't take long, however, before I pulled back. "What're you doing?!"
"I-...I'm sorry...I just...I got carried away..."
He shuffled himself away from me, the gap between us like a cavern.
"We're in the library!"
"I know, I know, I just...I wanted to help you feel...more relaxed..."
I could still feel his lips on mine, and I was also aware of a very localised throbbing sensation in my pants.
"Jeez..."
We sat in silence for a few moments. When I looked at him again he was slightly red in the face. I felt kinda bad.
"Well, y'know...it wasn't horrible...or anything..."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. I mean...you caught me by surprise is all and, like...we're in the library."
"Yeah, but nobody can see us. I don't even think anybody knows we're in here."
My eyebrows raised, and I looked round the pile of books. He was right, of course; all the other lights were off, other than the lamps on our desk, and the place seemed deserted. It was pretty late, but there was almost always someone studying somewhere. I couldn't even see if the librarian was in or not.
"I think we are in here alone."
I got settled in my seat again. The throbbing was still there.
"So...stress relief?"
"Mm, yeah." He nodded, moving a little closer to me again. "Just like...make out or...or something...or whatever..."
I bit my bottom lip, thinking about it for a moment. It would make me feel better. And I would feel more relaxed having some serotonin coursing through my body.
For answer, I kissed him again. He immediately returned it in kind. It was passionate, yet tentative. Our tongues flicked together before exploring each other's mouths properly. He pulled me closer, letting out a light moan. It was a damn good kiss, sending shivers down my spine again. The throbbing between my legs grew, and all I wanted to do was climb on him, but I didn't. He broke the kiss, moving his lips down to my neck, sucking and kissing me there instead. It was my turn to let out a moan, tilting my head back to give him better access.
"Oh, fuck..." I bit my lip again and groaned. "...fuck...fuck, I am so horny right now...nnn..."
He didn't stop, finding a patch near my collar bone to suck hard on. I hissed in a breath, wrapping my arms round his shoulders.
"Shit, Steven...we need to stop..."
He did, reluctantly. "Why?" He whispered.
"Cause...we're in the library..."
He made a show of looking around us, then shrugged as he looked back. "And?"
I swallowed, studying his face.
"Oh, fuck it."
I pulled him into a kiss again, both of us moaning, breathing heavily. His hands moved down to my trousers and unfastened them. He then broke the kiss long enough to suck and spit on his fingers before he pushed them into my underwear. I spread my legs for him.

I let out a gasp as his fingers found my tdick, and he slowly started rubbing it. We locked eyes, me panting slightly, as he continued to work his fingers. He moved to kiss over my neck again, still rubbing my tdick, gathering momentum. I was throbbing hard, my pussy slick with wetness. When my first orgasm rose, I rolled my hips up to meet his fingers, grinding against him as it passed. I had to bite on my bottom lip to stop myself from crying out, letting a groan out of my nose instead. He let the sensation dissipate, kissing over my neck lightly, slowing on his rubbing.
"Mm...please don't stop..." I whispered, gripping his arm tightly. He obliged, immediately picking up momentum again. I slid down on my chair a little and his fingers moved towards my soaking hole. I decided then it was only fair to return the favour, fumbling with the fly of his jeans, eagerly reaching for, and freeing, his cock. I spat on my hand and started stroking him, not surprised to find he was already semi hard. He let out a moan of relief. He kept teasing me, slipping a finger against me, just letting the tip go inside, before he pulled back. I stroked his cock in time with his teasings, squeezing the tip, gathering any precum I managed to tease out to aid in my ministrations. When his fingers finally pushed all the way inside me, I had to stifle a loud moan. He wasted no time at all in fingering me properly, though he was hindered by the fact I was still wearing clothes. It didn't seem to bother him, however, as he kept it up, and he was soon hard as a rock in my hand. He brought me to orgasm again, my pussy clenching round his fingers, soaking them entirely.
"Fuck, Steven!" I gasped. His head was still buried in my neck, though he'd stopped kissing and was just breathing heavily.
"Nnn, Jay...fuckIwannafuckyou..."
"Then fuck me."
It wasn't a demand, or a question. Just a statement, a suggestion. He stopped fingering, I stopped stroking, and we sat there for literally seconds before we both moved. He stood up, and so did I, tugging down my trousers and underwear. When they were just hanging off one leg, I pushed everything (except the pile of books) to one side and hopped up on the table, spreading my legs. Steven had pulled his bottoms down to his thighs. I pulled him close to me and kissed him again, wrapping my arms around him as he positioned himself, and slipped into my aching, wet hole. We both moaned into the kiss as he settled inside me, sliding all the way in. My pussy welcomed him, wrapping around him snugly. When he started fucking me, I let out another moan. His cock felt fantastic, stretching me out enough to accommodate him.
The table beneath me squeaked, knocking against the table next to it, as Steven slammed into me over and over. I wrapped my legs around him, keeping him in place, taking every inch of his cock. I knew he was close, as his thrusts grew more and more desperate, but he made me cum twice more before he did. My pussy was dripping, coating his cock in my cum.
"Oh, oh fuck!" He moaned, fucking into me once, twice, a third time before he pulled out. He stroked his cock, squeezing the base as he shot his load all over my pussy. I could feel my hole pulsing, my orgasm still passing. He kept stroking his cock till his own orgasm passed, shooting hot, thick ropes of cum.
Breathless, sweaty, both of us covered in cum, we kissed again, his cock resting against my stomach.

"Hey, is anybody back there?!"
"Shit!"

Edited January 21 by TransBear-
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