I’m hit with a blast of cold air as I enter the university library. Geena said she’d be here studying for her upcoming exams. All week she’s been stuck in the library reviewing her notes and rereading her class material; it’s like I haven’t seen Geena in ages and I miss her. I know she’s been stressed lately, so I think it’s about time she’s due for a break. And by ‘a break’, I mean it’s been days since we’ve spent proper time together and I’m pent up.

Geez, I really sound like a horny 18-year-old. Which, technically, is accurate, but I don’t need to sound so desperate. Just the thought of being so desperate for Geena makes me blush.

I find my way to Geena’s preferred table, and sure enough, there she sits, alone with her nose buried in her study material. She hasn’t noticed me yet, so I take my time walking over. As I approach, I take in her inviting features. With her long dark hair, fair complexion, and large curvaceous body, Geena is a goddess among mortals. Not to mention her personality — she’s so nice and helpful; she’s the kind of girl everyone loves from the moment they speak with her.

Getting to know Geena was the best thing to happen to me, especially finding out about her sex drive. We can barely keep our hands to ourselves, having sex multiple times a day when our schedules allow it. But with Geena cooped up in the library, I’ve felt frustrated, so my plan today is to convince Geena to take a break.

Geena looks up when I get close to her table, a kind look overtaking her once focused expression. “Hi Mike, came to keep me company?” Geena half-whispers, mindful of the students quietly concentrating around us.

“Actually, I’ve come to offer you an escape.”

Her kind expression drops slightly in confusion, so I continue, “You’ve been working so hard, and you’ve seemed tired lately, so I think you deserve to take a break.”

Geena’s expression drops into one of exasperation. “Mike, I really can’t right now. I have to finish revising,” Geena tries to reason, but I’m persistent.

“You and I both know how crazy smart you are Geena. You’ll ace all your exams even if you take a break,” I say as I slide into the seat across the table from her, “Besides, we haven’t spent any time together lately,” I say sulkily.

Suddenly, I see a glint in Geena’s eyes, one that makes my pants feel tighter. “Oh, I get it now.” her luscious lips form a Cheshire cat grin. “You want me, don’t you Mike.” she leans closer to me from across the table, breasts pushing up against the wood and leaving my face hot.

“Mike?” she repeats, snapping me out of my reverie.

“What?” I say dumbly, and the glint in her eye only strengthens.

“Do you want me?” Geena asks again, but this time there’s a slight breathlessness to her voice. I blush harder but reluctantly give a small nod.

“Don’t be shy,” she says around a quiet laugh at my expense. “You’re cute when you’re eager, but you need to learn some patience.”

I know I’m in for it now. My doubt is hesitantly overridden by excitement when Geena takes my hand and pulls me out of my seat. Her grip is firm yet soft as she inconspicuously leads me past the groups of tables, down rows and rows of deserted library shelves, all the way to the back of the library where no one is to be found. Each step we take makes my excitement grow as well as my nerves. What if someone decides to walk back here? There’s nothing from stopping a wandering student or library staff member from stumbling upon us. Geena must feel the slight twitch from my sweaty hand, or maybe she remembers how embarrassed I get, because she gives my hand a gentle squeeze and turns her head slightly to give me a sensuous look.

“What’s the matter, getting cold feet Mike?” she questions coyly, “I thought you came all this way and interrupted me because you want me? Because you’re my impatient little slut?” her expression doesn’t match her lewd words, and that somehow equally turns me on and embarrasses me.

As soon as we’re hidden behind a large sturdy bookshelf, Geena wastes no time pushing me up against it and kissing me hard. Her hands make their way to my chest and she slips her thigh between my legs. I moan softly as I lose myself in her soft lips, kissing until our mouths are red and spit-slicked. Geena doesn’t stop kissing me until I start to grind my growing erection against her thigh. She grabs my hair roughly and jerks my head back, making me hiss in pain and arousal.

Geena looks sternly into my eyes and informs me, “You need to be patient Mike. You’re like a disobedient dog, humping my leg to get off.”

I whine quietly and stop moving. Geena pushes her chest up against mine and plants kisses down the column of my neck. Her hands move up and down my chest enticingly. I want to touch her so bad. I bring my hands up from tightly gripping the bookshelf ledge to Geena’s beautifully thick waist.

Geena abruptly pulls away from me, leaving my hands hanging in the air and my cock uncomfortably hard in my pants.

“Take off your jacket,” Geena commands. I nearly trip over myself in my haste to obey her. When she uses that tone, I’m helpless to her whims.

“Give it here.” her orders are clipped as she holds out her hand, and I don’t hesitate to hand it over.

“Turn around.” I suddenly understand where her thoughts are headed after this command, and my cock twitches at the prospect of being tied up, completely at Geena’s mercy in such a public space. My face burns in embarrassment, but I dutifully follow her directions and face the bookshelf. Geena takes my limp arms and guides them behind my back, where she ties them together with my jacket sleeves. The soft fabric is skillfully tied tight, binding my hands behind my back and greatly hindering my movement.

Guided by Geena’s hands, she turns me around to face her once again and I meet her lustful gaze with my own lewdly desperate one. I lean back against the bookshelf and her hands return to my chest, but this time they move with intent. Her hands slide down my chest, down my stomach, and up under my shirt. She runs her hands over my hairy stomach and pecs, pinching my nipples and rolling them between her fingers as I moan quietly. She leaves soft kisses to my neck and abuses my nipples until I’m squirming and gasping.

Giving one last pinch to my nipples, Geena’s hands work their way down my chest and don’t stop their descent until they reach my belt. I shiver in anticipation as she unclasps my belt and unzips my pants. She rubs at my hardened cock through my boxers to feel me twitch. I’ve been hard the entire time she’s teased me, so the friction against my cock makes me gasp.

“Aw baby, are you pent up?” Geena teases with a mischievous smile. “I haven’t even done anything yet and you’re already as hard as a rock. This is why you need to learn patience, Mike.”

She pulls both my pants and boxers down to my thighs, cold air hitting my large cock as it springs free. Anxiety spikes through me at the thought of being so exposed out in our university’s public library, but all thoughts immediately leave my head once Geena wraps her hand around my cock. She starts by jerking me off slowly, the excessive amount of precum makes for an easy glide of her hand. It feels so good, I moan loud enough to make her hand still.

“Remember where we are baby. We don’t want anyone to interrupt us and ruin the fun, unless you’d like an audience” Geena scolds lightly.

My face flushes bright red at the thought of being caught like this, and knowing Geena has the ability to make me forget about it is all the hotter.

I lean back against the bookshelf as Geena again shoves her thigh in between my legs, but this time the rough fabric of her skirt directly rubs against my sensitive leaking cock. Geena leans away far enough to lift her shirt over her breasts, revealing her bra. I’m mesmerized as I watch Geena bring her hands up to the bra hook located between her breasts and undo the clasp. Her breasts bounce free and my mouth fills with saliva at the pornographic sight. She plays with her large nipples, rolling them between her fingers much like she did to mine earlier.

He mouth drops open in a silent moan at the sensation, and mentally I’m torn between never wanting to stop watching her touch herself and me being the one to touch her like that.

Geena presses her breasts against my chest as she picks up my cock once again. I groan at the contact, but Geena doesn’t let me relax. She starts jerking me off at a faster pace and I tug at my restraints as I gasp. Her skilled pale hand works me to my orgasm, except it doesn’t get to that, because right as I get close, she pulls her hand away again. I whimper from being denied, throw my head back against the bookshelf, mouth open and tongue lolled out, and my hips sway uncontrollably, making my large cock swing back and forth. Unphased at my desperation, Geena only lets out a sultry giggle in my ear and kisses my neck softly in apology.

“Please let me cum,” I plead as her hand creeps back towards my cock.

“Hm, I’m not sure if you deserve it. Have you learned patience yet baby?” Geena hums as she guides a single finger down the length of my cock, making it twitch. “Only good patient boys get to cum.”

“Please Geena, please,” I whine. “I’m a good boy, I’m sorry for interrupting you. Please let me cum.” My eyes beg her as I let out restrained sounds of need.

“I think you’ve learned your lesson, so go ahead and make a mess of yourself for me.”

These words, paired with Geena’s hand gliding up and down the length of my precum-soaked cock, my eyes roll back and I let out pitiful moans, barely able to hold my hips still.

With an expert twist of her wrist, I cum all over Geena’s skirt. To muffle the sounds of my pleasure, Geena roughly grabs my hair and brings my mouth to her chest right before I release. I latch onto her right nipple, licking and sucking as if I were starving for it. I feel Geena’s hand card through my hair and she jerks my red swollen cock to completion. My eyes tear up at the intense feeling. I moan something that might sound like her name into her chest, but it’s too muffled to make out.

When Geena pulls my head away from her chest, she kisses away the few tears that managed to fall. “For what it’s worth, I really am sorry I interrupted your study session, Geena,” I say sheepishly.

“It’s alright, Mike,” Geena says with a giggle. “I quite enjoyed my break.”

Geena slips her hands around my waist to untie my jacket from my wrists and kisses me deep while she does. Our tongues slide lazily together now that there’s no pressing need to attend to.

She ties my jacket around her waist to cover the stains on her skirt as I tuck myself back into my pants, and we leave the secluded row of bookshelves smiling to one another, hand in hand.