Owen glanced across the library table at his girlfriend Jocelyn as she was going to town highlighting damn near every word on the open page of her textbook.
As second-year medical students they spent more of their time in the library than anywhere else. And they’d both realized that the only way to maintain some semblance of a relationship and closeness with such a strict study schedule was to do it together.
So at least four nights a week they could both be found in the school library, at their usual spot, cramming their brains to the brim with as much information as it could hold.
Owen pushed aside his own Neuroscience textbook and pulled his laptop in front of him. He grinned and typed out a message for Jocelyn.
Owen: How much longer do you plan on staying?
Owen waited for Jocelyn to look up seconds later when she noticed his message flashing on her screen. She shot a quick smile his way and typed her reply.
Jocelyn: Not much longer. Maybe twenty more minutes. Why? You ready now?
Owen gave her a mischievous grin when she glanced up at him again and then looked back down at his laptop, tapping away furiously at the keys as he typed.
Owen: Yes. I’m done studying. But I’m not ready to leave yet. I had something else in mind.
Jocelyn met his eyes again and frowned as she mouthed, What?
Owen turned his attention back to the laptop and continued typing.
Owen: Yeah, you.
Jocelyn: I don’t get what you mean?
Owen: What would you do if I walked over there right now, turned you around, bent you over on this table and took you from behind?
Jocelyn’s eyes widened and her mouth fell open as she read the text. She let a quiet giggle escape her lips before she looked up at Owen and wagged her finger at him.
Jocelyn: You're so dirty. Are you studying Neuro or are you studying me?
Owen: That’s easy. Always you.
Jocelyn smiled, her cheeks reddening as she blushed at his message.
Owen: Let me tell you what else I want to do to you.
Jocelyn: Yes, tell me.
Owen: I want to make you put your books away.
Owen looked over at Jocelyn and saw her grin widen before she started typing again.
Jocelyn: How do you plan to do that?
Owen: First, I'll come over and have you sit on my lap.
Jocelyn: Okay. And then?
Owen: Then I’m going to rip off that shirt so I can take your breasts in my hands, and rub your puffy nipples between my fingers.
Jocelyn swallowed, and Owen could see her chest and neck flush red now. He smiled, pleased that his sexy messages were clearly heating her from the inside out.
Owen: Then I'll pull them into my mouth, one after the other, until I get you to moan.
Jocelyn: Really? All of that? In the library?
Owen: Why not? I like being able to taste you anywhere.
Jocelyn: I think I like that too.
Owen: You do? What else do you like?
Jocelyn: After you're done with my nipples, I want you to get on your knees.
Jocelyn let out a quiet laugh when she saw his eyebrows rise.
Jocelyn: Yeah. Get on your knees and kiss, then lick my left thigh. And don’t forget the right one either.
Owen: Mmmm. It's done. And what do you want me to do after that?
Owen looked up at Jocelyn and they both chuckled before she glanced over her shoulder and repositioned her laptop at an angle that made it harder for passersby to sneak a peek at her screen.
She began typing again.
Jocelyn: Then I want you to move to my pussy and slide your finger down the left lip, then the right.
Owen: In that order?
Jocelyn: Yes, in that order.
Owen: Again, done. Next?
Jocelyn: And next, I want you to do the exact same thing that you do with your fingers, but use your tongue this time.
Owen: You got it. And after I run my tongue over your pussy lips, I'll move to your slit and lick you until all of your juices coat my mouth.
Jocelyn's eyes widened and she placed a hand over her chest in a gesture of mock alarm before she responded.
Jocelyn: Whew. Babe, you've got me so wet just thinking about it.
Owen: Good. That was the goal. Now what do you say we make this happen?
Jocelyn gasped and began typing away furiously.
Jocelyn: Here?!! Are you crazy? You're supposed to be quiet in the library, remember? No way I'm gonna stay quiet if you’re doing all of that.
Owen: I don't want you to stay quiet.
Jocelyn: So what do you suggest?
Owen: I say we get out of here so I can see just how wet you are.
Jocelyn sent a wide eyed, blushing emoji, then continued typing.
Jocelyn: Let’s go. I’m not getting anymore studying done tonight.
Jocelyn looked over her laptop to meet Owen’s eyes and they exchanged mischievous grins as they quickly packed up their laptops and books.
They exited the library, their bodies close as Owen’s arm enclosed her waist. He leaned over to whisper hotly in her ear, “I want you. Right now. In the car.”
His suggestion coupled with his warm breath tickling her ear made the hairs all over her body stand on end. They picked up their pace, both eager to pick up where their cyber-sex fantasy had left off.
They reached the parking garage where they’d parked their SUV, and tossed their bags into the front seat before excitedly jumping into the backseat together.
Their mouths and bodies couldn’t collide and connect quickly enough. Their tongues intertwined as Owen covered Jocelyn’s body with his own. Her body was warm beneath him and he couldn’t resist pulling her closer to him and grinding against her sex with his pulsing erection. The dull ache within his groin that had started when they were cyber-sexing in the library was now a throbbing that could no longer be ignored. It needed acknowledgement and appeasement, immediately. And Jocelyn seemed driven by an equally consuming ache as she yanked his pants and underwear down and proceeded to slide out of her own pants.
But with a will of steel that allowed him to put his urges on hold, at least for the moment, Owen pulled his mouth away from hers and said, “Wait.”
“Huh?” she asked, confused.
“You put in a request in the library.”
Before she could ask any more questions, Owen was on his knees. He eased her legs apart, exposing her sex. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on the top of her mound before carrying out her orders as she’d stated in her message in the library.
He kissed and suckled her left thigh, then dragged his tongue lazily over her flesh up to the juncture of her thighs. Next, he made his way over to the right, treating her to identical kisses and licks.
Jocelyn’s chest heaved as she succumbed to the deep desire welling up inside her, threatening to erupt with every one of his sexy licks and touches.
“What did you say you wanted next?” he paused to ask, then reached out a finger to touch her left labium. “Oh yeah, that’s right.” He took a painstakingly long time to trace the length of her labium with his forefinger before he moved over to do the same with the right.
“There was more that you said you wanted me to do to you,” he said, bending down to bring his face lower, between her thighs. Suddenly, she felt the warm humidity of his breath blow against her pussy lips. And then, his tongue was on her, tracing from one side of her vulva to the other, the way his fingers had only moments before. And when his mouth captured one labium between his own lips and sucked it into his mouth, moving steadily upward and then over to its opposite, Jocelyn let her head fall back against the SUV door. Her lips parted in utter surrender as she called out his name in between her soft moans.
Jocelyn ran a hand through the silken dark waves of his hair and groaned when, as promised during their cyber session, he found his way to the slit of her sex. With a long, tortuously slow swipe of his tongue, he eased upward until he found her clitoris. Jocelyn squealed when his tongue spiraled around the sensitive bud, only to heighten the pleasure by taking it into his mouth and treating her to the delicious sensation of his suckling.
His lips against her pussy, he mumbled, “How is it? Up to your standards?”
“Y...yes,” she stammered, clenching her thighs against the sides of his face when he leaned in for a better taste.
He pulled away again, his breath hot against her pussy. “Good, I aim to please.”
As far as Jocelyn was concerned, he was quite a few steps beyond simply pleasing her, but she found it impossible to clearly vocalize that in the moment. All she managed to get out were shouts and squeals of delight as his mouth thrust her toward the heights of ecstasy.
As she shuddered out her release, the sucking and smacking sounds Owen made as he sopped up the remains of her juices, only served to intensify her spasms.
Owen moved back up, his face inches from hers and whispered, “Let’s go home. I’ve got more studying to do.” He let his finger trace lightly over her nipple, sending another wave of chills through her body. “I feel like studying a little Gross Anatomy this time.”
Erotic flash fiction to make your Fridays a little more spicy.