Ashley laid her head down, resting her forehead on the open textbook in front of her. She groaned. The librarian at the desk in front of the study hall glanced sharply her way, but stopped short of delivering a stereotypical “Shhhh!” Just barely. It was all in the look though.
There was a lot to cover for the exam tomorrow. Ashley knew she was in for a long night. At least it had been a good idea to get out of her dorm room. Lately, being around her roommates had been… distracting… to say the least. Not that she was complaining. In fact, quite the opposite. She felt herself getting moist just thinking about Jen and Beth in passing…
She sat up straight again and out of habit, jangled the charm bracelet on her slender wrist. Her high school boyfriend had given it to her. It was quite juvenile but she still liked it. Hearts, clovers, and other shiny baubles dangled from its silver chain. Even though her former boyfriend was long gone, she reminisced about fooling around under the table during spare block. But that was then… now, she felt her skin get flushed as she thought of how much further (and more often) she’d come at the hands, and tongues, of her roommates, her new lesbian lovers. Reaching down, she fiddled with the zipper of her knee-high leather boot, and adjusted her skirt around her slim white thighs.
She glanced around the expansive study hall, resplendent under its high vaulted ceiling. Its sea of tables each sat two or three students with their textbooks and laptops spread out. The rustle of papers, chairs squeaking on the floor from time to time, polite little coughs – it all started to grate on her.
“Okay,” she said to herself, standing up. Maybe a change of scenery was in order. She gathered up her books and slid them into her book bag.
Ashley strode across the hall to the elevators, and pressed the button. She knew just the place. Sub-Basement 3, in the stacks, the very far back corner, there were four study carrels near a little-used meeting room. She’d been there with a couple people from her Econ class when they were working on a seminar together last semester. It was quiet, out of the way, and just the perfect spot for concentration. No distractions!
She descended in the empty elevator and, exiting, struck out towards her secret spot. She walked past row upon row of those bookshelves that had cranks to open up spaces between them, because they were stacked so closely together to take up less space. Ashley wondered if you could get caught between those bookshelves and crushed!
She rounded the corner to her destination and slowed her step. Crap. Someone was already there.
Seated at one of the carrels was, well, a really cute Goth chick. Or what they used to call Goth. Well, maybe Goth-lite. She had pale skin, dark eyeliner, gorgeous jet black hair that flowed down just over her shoulders, and a tiny nose ring. A vintage black leather jacket was draped over the back of her chair, and she was wearing authentically ripped black jeans and a ribbed white cotton tank top. And no bra.
Ashley cleared her throat and gave a tentative half-smile. The girl looked up, raised an eyebrow, gave a slight nod, and got back to her studying.
Their study carrels were in pairs facing each other, on either side of a small hallway that led to a frost-windowed door – that was the meeting room. Ashley sat down in a carrel on the other side of the hallway, diagonally across from the other girl, and settled in, pulling her textbooks out and opening her notebook. She sighed and leaned back a bit, loosening another button on her white blouse and then laced her hands behind her head, steeling herself to dive back in.
Ashley glanced over at the other girl, and lingered. Goth Girl was biting her lower lip, chin resting on her fist, concentrating. Her lips were a little ashen, but had a slight sheen of lip gloss… she wanted to look like she didn’t care about how she looked, but had spent a bunch of time getting to look that way. Her skin was either flawless or had skillfully applied foundation on it. Those smoky eyes, her cute nub of a nose, those lips – she was pulling it all off.
Ashley’s eyes traced the curve of the other girl’s neck and down to her perfect tits, hanging forward a bit in that white tank top. There was just a bit of side-boob showing, and you could really appreciate the shape of her breasts filling out that top, with slight hints of her small dark nipples underneath.
Suddenly, the girl looked over and caught Ashley’s eye, directly. Ashley quickly averted her gaze and swallowed, embarrassed. Out of her peripheral vision, she detected a slight smirk and shake of the head. Ashley leaned forward and pretended to get back to studying.
And studying is what she tried to do, for the next fifteen minutes. But she couldn’t shake the image of that girl out of her head. It was impossible. She found herself re-reading paragraphs over and over again. But then Goth Girl’s lips would pop into her head, and she’d find herself drifting…
In beylikdüzü escort frustration, she pushed back from the desk, her wooden chair scraping the floor, too loudly. Ashley carefully resisted the urge to glance at the other girl in embarrassment. She needed a washroom break.
Retracing her steps back towards the elevator, Ashley ducked into the ladies room.
Now that she was there, Ashley found she didn’t really need to pee. The wall in front of the sinks was mirrored, all the way up to the ceiling. She regarded herself critically. Her long, curly red hair was in disarray, so she smoothed it with her hands. She smoothed her skirt too. Tucked into her skirt was her white blouse, and here she did up the button she had loosened earlier, which put more shape into her collars. She looked into her own green, amber-flecked eyes. “Wake up!” she said to herself, silently.
She turned on the faucet and let the water run cool. Cupping her hands under the stream, she bent over the sink and splashed the water into her face. As she did, she heard the bathroom door swing open. When she opened her eyes and looked in the mirror, water dripping off her face, sure enough, standing there was Goth Girl.
“Hey,” the girl said, with a smirk.
“Hey,” sputtered Ashley. She turned off the tap.
The girl sauntered over to the other sink. She opened the water bottle in her hand and began to fill it.
“How’s it going, Red?”
“Fine!” said Ashley, grabbing a paper towel from next to her and dabbing at her face.
“It’s a little hot down here, right? You look a little flushed.” This caused Ashley to flush more.
“I said I’m fine!”
“Sure, sure, I don’t mean anything by it.”
Ashley stood there, awkwardly, sorry she had sounded so curt. Goth Girl smiled again, appraising Ashley in the mirror, really giving her a good once over. It became slightly uncomfortable. She took in a slow, deep breath through her nose, matter-of-factly. Then she flicked the faucet off, having filled her bottle, and backed away, screwing the cap on.
“Alright then,” she said, turning towards the door and opening it. “See ya out there, Red.”
“My NAME is Ashley.” Her nostrils flared in indignation.
This stopped the girl in her tracks. She turned around, one hand still on the door handle, and grinned. And then she had the temerity to wink.
“I’m Alexandra. You can call me Alex.”
Alex paused for a beat, holding Ashley’s gaze, and then whirled and left, the door easing shut behind her.
Ashley was positively stewing. The nerve! She was incensed that this girl, Alex, was teasing her, daring her to feel upset about their palpable sexual tension. How could Alex even know that Ashley was actually into girls now? Was this a funny joke to her? Tough girl making fun of an uptight freshman prude?
She finished in the washroom, and strode out purposefully. Her jaw was set, and her face was clouded like a thunderhead. Her eyes seemed to flash with lightning. Ashley rounded the corner to the hallway with their study carrels, and walked right up to Alex, who was sitting at her desk.
Alex gave her a wry smile, slid her chair out a bit and leaned back.
“Do you need something, Ash?”
Ashley frowned at the over-familiarity. She towered over Alex, to confront her.
“You can’t… I just… ” Ashley sputtered.
“Can’t what?” Alex asked, and as she did, she casually lifted her hand, as if to adjust her clothes, but as it was rising up, the tips of her fingers managed to just slightly graze Ashley’s bare thigh.
Ashley took a sharp intake of breath, causing her to straighten up and arch her back. Her hand flashed out and gripped Alex’s wrist in mid-touch.
Alex widened her kohl-lined eyes in mock surprise.
Ashley seethed with indignation. “You don’t know who you’re messing with.”
“Why don’t you show me then?”
Ashley glared at her. Alex acted as if she had called some big bluff, like she had the upper hand, and would be the winner of this interaction.
Ashley gripped the other girl’s wrist harder and made her press her hand firmly against her thigh. She started to move it up until it started to slide under the edge of her skirt. Uncomprehending at first, Alex knitted her brow.
“Hey…” she muttered, ready to back down.
Ashley’s gaze intensified, smouldered. She moved Alex’s hand even further up, and shifted it so that the fingertips touched the center of her bare, hairless crotch.
“What the…?” said Alex.
“Yeah, that’s right. No panties. What do you think about that?”
Alex gulped. Then, almost involuntarily, she reached up and traced the outline of Ashley’s pussy. She brushed her fingers up over the hood enclosing Ashley’s clit, caressing the slightly bumpy, freshly shaven skin above it.
Ashley fluttered her eyes before closing them, her face tilting gently upwards. She let go of Alex’s wrist.
Flipping her hand around, Alex reached under Ashley’s pussy and her fingertips dipped gently into the folds there, that were avcılar escort moist in anticipation. After a few moments feeling around, she withdrew her hand and looked at the ends of her slick fingers. She separated her index and middle fingers, and a glisten of pussy juice clung between them.
“Woah.”
Breathing heavily, Ashley said, “You’re going to come with me.” She tossed her head at the meeting room door behind Alex. “In there.”
“Okay,” said Alex, without a moment’s hesitation.
Ashley led her to the study room, and opened the frosted glass door. She turned on the light switch and the old fluorescent tubes overhead flickered to life. As Alex pushed the door shut, Ashley turned on her and pressed Alex back against it, pinning her arms above her head. She smashed her mouth against Alex’s, hungry, demanding. From outside, the silhouettes of their entwined forms writhed against the glass panel of the door.
Ashley withdrew her lips with a smack.
“Who ARE you?” Alex breathed in awe, their faces inches apart.
“I’m the fucking girl of your dreams.”
Ashley lowered Alex’s arms and in doing so whirled her around so that Alex’s back was to the room and Ashley’s back was now to the door. She surveyed the room quickly. There was a rectangular table stretched in front of them, surrounded by a number of meeting-room rolling chairs with armrests – you know, your typical desk chair.
She pushed Alex back up against the end of the table and leaned in close, fingers fumbling at the button-fly of Alex’s jeans.
Alex reached down too and together, they popped her jeans open and pushed them, and her black cotton panties, to the floor, kicking off her ankle boots and socks in the process. She was bottomless with just her taut white tank top barely containing her heaving breasts. Ashley moved in close, embraced her, and ran her hands over Alex’s perfectly rounded ass.
Whirling Alex again to the side, Ashley pushed her bewildered prey back and down into the nearest chair, bum first. Alex sat down heavily with a plop. Falling to her knees on the carpet, Ashley crawled forward between Alex’s splayed legs. She reached under those pale thighs and raised both of them up over her shoulders.
Eagerly, Alex reached behind her own knees to help, propping her legs up by wrapping her palms underneath her supple calves and pointing her toes to the ceiling. She locked eyes with Ashley, whose face was framed above her crotch, fiery red hair flowing behind her. Alex’s sex was wide open, thin patch of black landing strip above delicate, pale pink folds and her moistened opening.
“You move fast, Red. You’re just gonna dive in?”
In answer, Ashley licked her lips and then descended, tongue first, into Alex’s sweet wet cunt.
She slipped her tongue firmly over Alex’s vulva, lapping and then sucking around the clit with her hot mouth. Alex arched her back and threw her head back, mouth agape in pleasure, as Ashley lavished her with attention. Her experiences with her roommates had turned Ashley into an expert pussy eater, and she wielded that knowledge with confidence. Muscle memory is a beautiful thing.
After thoroughly tongue-lashing Alex’s crotch, Ashley slipped her hands underneath the other girl’s bum, and used the leverage to stick out her tongue rigidly and enter Alex’s vaginal tunnel with a thrust. Alex, legs still raised in a ragged V, bucked in the chair, sending it an inch or two backwards on its castors. Ashley’s tongue popped out of Alex’s pussy.
“Oh no, you’re not going to get away from me that easily,” she said, with a sly smile. Alex felt a jolt of adrenaline run through her.
Ashley reached out and grabbed the supports of the chair’s armrests, and yanked the chair forward on its wheels to smush Alex’s crotch into her face. Her tongue writhed, instinctively, and quickly found its target again – Alex’s now gaping hole.
Ashley closed her eyes, extended her tongue, and Alex felt it practically expand to FILL every nook and cranny of her vaginal canal. There was no other way to describe it. She felt absolutely FULL to her core. “Oh!”
Ashley then slowly pushed the chair back on its wheels, and her tongue eased itself out with a tiny slurp until just the tip was being gripped in the muscular opening. Then slowly, she pulled Alex closer to embed her hard tongue again. “Ah!” cried Alex.
She pushed the chair away. And closer. And away. And closer. And faster away, and faster towards her. Alex began to whimper with each thrust, and gasp with each pull. Sloppy sounds of tongue crushing into pussy over and over again filled the room.
“Oh! God! Ash… ley! Don’t… stop. Yes. Ungh. Fuck … me … hard! Fuck … me … with … your … tongue! Oh! Yes! Please! More! Shit! Yes!”
As the pace reached an apex, Alex in contrast went super quiet, and scrunched her eyes shut, tears forming at the corners and starting to run down her face. For a few moments, all Ashley could hear were her own determined grunts and their wet sex sounds.
And finally, esenyurt escort it came. Alex’s back arched more rigidly than it ever had before, her palms slipped from her calves and her legs tensed and straightened. Her brain exploded in a white flash and she held onto the chair as she fucking UNLOADED onto Ashley’s face.
And Ashley took it. Every sploosh. She rode out the waves, one after another, until they gradually receded, and Alex drooped like a limp rag doll, slouched on the chair.
***
Ashley got up off her knees and cleaned her face with her hands. Then she wiped her palms down the front of her pleated skirt. She gave Alex a minute to catch her breath. But just a minute.
“Come on,” she growled. “We’re just getting started.”
Alex opened an eye, and straightened up a bit in her seat, weakly.
“If you say so.”
Ashley smirked. She traced her fingernails up the front of her blouse, and started fingering the top-most fastened button at her cleavage. She gave a little shimmy of her hips as she undid the button. And she swayed a bit as she unbuttoned the rest. Biting her lower lip, her green eyes flashed as she pulled one collar of her white cotton blouse to reveal her left shoulder, and her black satin bra strap.
Alex raised her eyebrows with renewed interest.
Ashley pursed her lips and blew a playful kiss. She whirled around, her back to Alex, and shirked her other slim shoulder out, so that her shirt was hanging off her arms, leaving her long graceful neck and upper back exposed. Turning her head to look over her shoulder, she winked. It would have been ridiculously hammy if it weren’t so goddamn sexy.
She let her blouse fall to the floor. Then she reached back and undid the clasp of her bra. Grabbing her breasts through the bra cups with her hands, she turned back around to face Alex, rolling her shoulders so that the bra straps fell forward. Grinning, she waited a beat, then popped the bra cups off her tits and dropped the whole thing onto Alex’s lap. She straightened, pushing her chest out, and let Alex admire her perfect breasts.
Alex let out a whistle as she fingered the smooth satin of Ashley’s bra in her hands.
Ashley began to sway her hips again, hooking her thumbs into the waist of her skirt, taking her time. She closed her eyes and tossed her hair, licking her lips seductively, making a good show of it. She thrust her ass out and to the side and leaned forward, giving Alex a side view of her hanging tits, and let her long red hair fall down. As she did this, she eased her skirt down and halfway over her butt cheeks, pausing there a moment for effect, before pushing them all the way down around her ankles, and stepping out in her boots. Staying crouched down, she opened her eyes again and looked at Alex askance, as she teasingly eased down the zipper of each tall brown leather boot. Standing up, she kicked them aside, now completely naked, radiant in milky white, slightly freckled skin.
Well not quite completely naked. Ashley’s only adornment was the silver charm bracelet hanging loosely from her left wrist. Alex noted there was a heart, a star, a cross, a little crescent moon. Funny the insignificant things you notice at random, even during the most heated, intense moments.
“Okay then,” teased Alex. “I want the lap dance too.” She sat up, and tucked her long black hair over her ear, adorably. She wrinkled her nose, ring and all, and grinned.
“Only if you fuck me while I’m doing it,” said Ashley. It thrilled her to say that, to take on this foul-mouthed, assertive persona that was so different from her usual shy, reserved demeanor. She didn’t know what had come over her.
Dancing and swaying, she approached Alex. She ran her hands over her tits, smoothed them down over her tummy, and dipped her fingers into her cute little bush, pausing there, teasing. She then raised her long slender arms high over her head and closed her eyes again, smiling up at the ceiling, imagining her own musical beat and tossing her hair with sexy abandon. Finally, opening her eyes and looking down, she straddled Alex, facing her, and lowered her sex to perch on Alex’s knees. Slowly, she started grinding on them, undulating her hips in little circles. Placing her palms on top of the arm rests, she gazed blazingly down into Alex’s eyes, as her curly red locks curtained around their faces.
Alex didn’t know where to put her hands, at first. She ran them up the curves of Ashley’s waist, lingering at the side swells of her ample breasts. Then her hands traveled back down, and she reached around Ashley’s waist with her left hand, sliding her fingers over one of the dimples on either side of her spine, and then down to cup her butt cheek. This put Alex’s nose right in between Ashley’s breasts, where she nuzzled with contentment, taking in the sweet scent of her skin.
With her right hand she laid her palm, fingers down, on Ashley’s supple stomach, and slid it down through her pubic hair as she parted her own knees slightly. Ashley straightened a little bit, her wide-open straddling stance exposing her pussy to the open space between Alex’s knees. Alex’s fingertips quickly covered Ashley’s luscious folds, middle finger traveling through her slit.