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Driven Crazy
Chapter Three
Working on campus as a research assistant definitely has its advantages. First and foremost being that I don't have to drive from work to my classes. Second being that I can study for my classes without biting too heavily into my work schedule.
And today was yet another example of the fortune of having an on-campus job. With summer classes coming quickly to an end there was a lot of time being spent studying for finals and it was nice to be able to slide study time in between work hours.
In addition, I had been lucky enough to be granted the rare priveledge of having a take-home final for my summer class. So, with an hour of free time to spare, I headed for the Engineering Library and prepared to put the finishing touches on my test.
The material was rather intensive and confusing, and after just a few minutes I was starting to get frustrated, rubbing my forehead.
"Hey." I heard a whisper to my left. Looking up I didn't see anyone, so I returned to the torment of Electrical Circuits.
"Hey." The whisper came again, this time a bit more intentful. Looking up again I caught a glimps of someone ducking behind a bookshelf towards the back of the Library. Looking around I realized that I was the only one in the Library this early in the morning and that she obviously wasn't talking to anyone else.
Shrugging to myself, I went back to my final.
"Hey!" This time the whisper was much more agitated, pleading for attention. I couldn't stand the distraction anymore.
Pushing my chair back I strolled past the endless rows of bookcases until I finally reached the last row. Stepping behind the shelf I looked down both sides before the whisper came again, off to my left, farther into the recesses of the Library.
My curiousity thoroughly piqued at this point, I cautiously walked down the long dark row of books until I finally reached a small alcove set off in a secluded part of the old building. I stood and listend for a few minutes, straining to hear any indication of the girl whom I'd been following but I came up with nothing.
Shrugging, I turned to leave and found myself face to face with Stacy.
"You never called." I said seriously. After that night on the town, in my car and at the club, I'd never heard another word out of her. Even Ting Ting wouldn't give me a clue as to what was going on.
"Consider this my apology." Before I could speak she had driven me against the wall, driving her hips into my own and painting my lips with her tongue. My mind was dizzy, caught off balance by such an unexpected encounter.
Stacy's tongue pried my lips open as she forced it inside, the cold steel of her piercing dragging against the inside of my mouth.
Eventually my fingers located the hem of her jeans as I parted the zipper, running my hand inside her panties. Instinctively she moaned, forcing me to silence her with a kiss. Her hips anxiously ground against my hand as I worked my fingers in between her petals, rubbing my thumb against her clit.
Leaning forward I kissed the base of her neck, just below the ear. She hissed into my ear as her hands found the waste of my own pants. Pulling the elastic down she cupped my balls in her hand, squeezing them gently. Then dragging her hand up along the shaft she started pumping with the rhythm of my own hand.
Then I noticed her.
Lauren, whom I'd shared an earlier experience with, had walked around the corner and found herself staring at Stacy's backside as she ground against me. Setting her books down on one of the shelves quietly, she leaned back against the massive shelf and trailed her hand up the inner thigh of her skirt. Smiling, I decided to give her a show.
Returning my lips to Stacy's mouth, swallowing her heated breathe, I placed my hands at the waist of her jeans and slowly drug them down over her hips. Anxiously she climbed onto my lap as I leaned back against the wall and she dropped down onto my cock, squirming her hips as I slowly slid inside of her.
Lauren's hand had now found its way inside the folds of her pussy as she quietly slide them in and out, rubbing the palm of her hand against her nub.
Holding Stacy onto my lap I started bouncing her up and down on my cock, her pierced hoop licking fiercely at my shaft as I drove repeatedly inside her. Another moan threatened to escape her lips as I reached up and placed a hand over her mouth. Licking the inside of my palm, Stacy was soon driving her own hips down into mine as we pounded each other.
Lauren's pace increased as well as she was now slapping hard at her mound, three fingers entering her pussy with each stroke of her hand. I could tell that she was close. Suddenly she threw her had back against the bookshelves and bit back a muffled scream of her own.
Stacy's eyes went wide as she realized that we were not alone, and suddenly her pussy convulsed tightly on my shaft as she shuddered through her orgasm, burying her face into my chest. I too found myself reacting to the moment, a volcanic flood bursting forth from my cock as I painted her insides, our heat mixing for the first time.
I held Stacy tightly to me, her breath grazing my neck as Lauren composed herself and walked back out of the row, waving at me suggestively. And then finally, I sat Stacy down on the floor, allowing her to stand on her own two feet.
Looking around nervously she tried to discover who had been watching us. Turning around she saw my broad smile, a deep crease forming across her lips.
"You knew?" she asked.
"Just returning the favor." I answered simply, and with a soft peck on her cheek I walked back out to my books, leaving her standing there with her own satisfied smile.
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