Summary: Devon and Raven have sex in the library.
Keywords: MF, college
Author: Chrysoberyl Rosewood
Title: After Hours

After Hours

(MF cons)

by Chrysoberyl Rosewood

October 2001



Note From Chrys:

I was sitting in the library, supposedly studying my physics, when suddenly
this story dawned on me. I really have no idea where it come from because I 
was studying work and potential energy, neither of which has to do with sex. 
In fact, it's a safe thing to say that physics itself is not a very sexy 
subject. 

But perhaps that's why I thought of it. My mind was like, "Dear Lord, we 
need to do something else now." 

And then we did. 

<3, Chrys 



I'm not sure who first came up with the idea--it was a muddle of 
drunkenness.  I do know that Devon, I, and a group of seven friends were all 
playing "I Never" at some anonymous house party somewhere along the main 
party street near campus when I came up with, "I never had sex in the 
library."

All my friends drank, leaving Devon and I glowering at each other as though 
it was the other one's fault that neither of us had thought of it before 
now.  We were already pretty far gone, having drank at almost every 
suggestion, including things like, "I never had sex when there was someone 
else in the room not participating," and "I never ate food off someone 
else's body while they were tied to my sister's bed and blindfolded."  (That 
one wasn't exactly fair because Jen KNEW that had happened and so had made 
it as specific to Devon and I as possible while the rest of our friends 
whistled and cheered.)

As our friends took long gulps of their beers, Devon said to me, "You know, 
we need to do that."

"The fourth tier is the sex tier," said Steve.  "The way the shelves are 
arranged makes it the optimal sex spot."

"But you gotta be quick about it," slurred a random drunk passing by.  "They 
almost caught me once."  He began laughing maniacally and was pulled off by 
a blonde girl whose look plainly expressed, "Less talking, more tonsil 
hockey."

The details from that point on are blurry, but someone mentioned it would be 
awesome to be able to have sex on one of the two big oak tables always 
overrun by the foreign engineering students in the periodical room.

It was a mutual decision, I know that at least.  We decided we would go the 
library approximately an hour before closing, hide somewhere until everyone 
left, and then do the deed on the big oak tables (and perhaps other places).

Surprisingly, unlike other drunken ideas that seem wonderful when 
intoxicated but rather stupid in the light of day, Devon and I were both as 
psyched for our idea when we got over our hangovers as we had been when we 
were drunk.  We had to give it some more though, though, before we decided 
to pull it off.

We discussed briefly the occurrence of cameras.  The last thing we wanted 
was to be in the police blotter in the paper-this is my mother's alma mater 
and she subscribes to our on-campus paper because she was the editor her 
senior year.

"I know someone who works in the library.  She has a sense of humor--I'll 
ask her," said Devon.

Shortly thereafter, we made plans for the next Friday night, having 
discovered that the cameras were positioned only at certain doors.  The 
other doors had locks on them but could be exited from the inside with no 
trouble.  The library was designed that way so certain professors could stay 
after the library closed and leave without causing a ruckus, although hardly 
anyone ever does that.

"I can't believe you're actually going through with this," said Jen, Friday 
afternoon as we walked past the periodical room towards our favorite study 
spot.

"Yeah, well, you know Devon and I," I said, laughing.

She chuckled.  "I certainly do.  I still can't believe the way I met you 
guys.  Or that I even still TALK to you."

As we sat down, I put my hand on her thigh, "You up for another round?  We 
could always find a place for an extra pair of ... lips ..."

Without batting an eye, Jen smiled and answered, "This is you and Devon's 
thing.  Maybe another round some other time, but I'm not as kinky as you 
guys."

"Not as kinky, but kinky enough," I answered.

She covered my hand with hers and said, "Not today."

I laughed and withdrew it.

*****

At precisely 11:30 p.m., Devon and I walked into the library, bookbags 
innocently slung over our shoulders, no indication that we were doing 
anything but spending a half an hour cramming before the library closed.  
Perhaps we looked a bit suspicious in the library on a Friday night, me with 
my skirt up to there and Devon dressed in his typical preppy style.  But no 
one bothered us and we sauntered in like we owned the place.

We climbed the stairs to the third floor and found our way to the back.  We 
seated ourselves at a table and looked carefully around-no one.  Good.  We 
sat extremely still and listened to the sounds of the library around us.  
Rustling books far off; footsteps on the cheap red carpet, muffled but 
audible.  We quietly scribbled obscene notes back and forth in my Calculus 
notebook as we waited for the time to tick by.

At 11:50, a soft female voice entered our consciousness.  "The library will 
be closing in ten minutes.  It will reopen tomorrow for its regular Saturday 
hours at eight a.m."

Ten more minutes passed was Devon filled a page with exactly what he was 
going to do to me once we were sprawled across the table, when the voice 
came on again.  "The library is now closing."  She repeated the same 
information and I whispered, "I didn't even know the library had a speaker 
system," as we quickly gathered our books.

We slipped up from the table and into the women's bathroom.  We debated for 
a moment as to whether to leave the light on or turn it off.

Devon said to leave it off-if it's on, the person might look in the stalls. 
 I answered, "It's the library, not the Pentagon.  Besides, you're going to 
try and stick your fingers where they don't belong if we stand here in the 
dark."

In the end, he won out-I really, really didn't want to get caught.  "I'll 
keep my hands to myself, " he promised, but I saw a gleam in his eye right 
before the lights went out and we herded ourselves into the largest stall to 
wait it out.

Ten minutes went by as I stared at the glow from Devon's watch.  My legs 
were getting cramped, but I wasn't about to sit on the nasty floor-who knows 
the last time it was cleaned?-and knowing my luck, I would have plopped my 
behind through the hole in the toilet seat if I tried sitting there.

We heard footsteps approaching and a faint off-key humming.  We heard the 
creaking of the men's bathroom door, and a *click* as the light went off.  
We held our breath as the footsteps came closer.

Just as the door creaked open and a sliver of light pierced the darkness, 
Devon's hand reached up the back of my skirt so that he was firmly gripping 
my naked ass.  I could hear his mental laughter echoing in my brain-he knew 
I couldn't say a thing and I was too afraid of being caught to move away 
from him.

Standing there with my left ass cheek in Devon's hand, my eyes vainly 
searched the darkness for an answer to why the sliver of light wasn't 
getting either bigger or smaller.  Just then, the light switched on, then a 
"hmph" as my stomach jumped into my throat, then it was dark again.

Devon continued kneading my ass as the door thumped shut quietly and the 
footsteps receded.

When the second hand on his watch had returned to its previous position, I 
grabbed his arm and hauled it out of my skirt.  He started chortling quietly 
to himself.

"I don't even have to say anything, do I?" I hissed in mock anger.

"No."  He continued his quiet sputters of laughter that tapered off into 
quietness.

Truth be told, whenever we do something new like this, the more mischievous 
Devon get, the more arousing it is for me.  I was feeling it already and 
wished he would put his hand back.

But we stood thinking our own thoughts until his watch proclaimed it to be 
12:35.

"Do you think that's enough time for them to put back all the rest of their 
books and lock up and go home?" I asked.

"We should give it another ten minutes, I think, just to be safe," Devon 
answered.

But we were much more relaxed.  To keep ourselves occupied, I reached up his 
shirt and started playing with his nipples.

As much as I love to see Devon writhing underneath me, there's something 
about darkness that makes you more aware of each other.  Instead of seeing 
his face take on that familiar look, I had to imagine it.  I could hear his 
breathing catch every time I raked my nail across his hardening nipple.  I 
imagined his eyes shut tight, his focus on my hand and where it was going.  
Squeezing the left then moving to the right-I could feel his body shifting, 
barely.  We began to rub knees, then thighs, until I could feel his groin 
against me.

He abruptly said, "Time to rock and roll," and pulled away from me.

He grabbed my hand and we crept quietly out of the bathroom into the 
relative darkness of the library.

It didn't look much different at night as it did in the day.  The moon was 
bright and streaming in through the window across the room we were in.  We 
stood outside the bathroom for a moment.  I jumped as the door finished 
swinging shut and thumped quietly.

"Sorry.  Um, door.  Scared me."

"It's ok.  Shhh.  Do you hear anything?"

We stood there for a few moments, but it was completely quiet.

"Let go," he whispered.

He led the way, pulling me along by the hand.  We went quickly through the 
third floor, listening for noises, looking for sign of life.  Hearing none 
and seeing none, we hurried down to the second floor and did our quick 
perusal there.  From the second floor, we could see all of the first floor 
that wasn't locked, so we ran up to the fourth floor and looked around.

"Anyone in the tiers is going to be doing the same thing we are," he 
whispered in my ear, "so we don't have to worry about those."

I nodded.

"Ready then?" he asked.  I could feel my answer between my legs as my 
wetness moistened the inside of my thigh.  I nodded.  "Now or never," he 
said.

Timid at first, but then with louder and louder voices, we said, "Hello?  Is 
anyone there?  Anyone at all?"

We listened for a reply, holding our breath, hoping for none.  "Is anyone 
there?  We fell asleep studying and don't know how to get out!  Anyone?" I 
shouted down the stairs.

Darkness and silence answered us.  The library stretched on around us, big 
and silent and enticing.  The darkness and the solitude made my heart beat 
faster as we shattered it with our words.

After calling for several minutes and hearing no reply, we decided it was 
safe.  We quickly piled our bookbags in an anonymous corner, took off our 
shoes and socks, and padded barefoot out into the biggest room on the fourth 
floor.

Devon grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me around.  We locked in an 
embrace, kissing passionately, as we backed up slowly to one of the small 
rectangular tables.  His tongue flicked in and out of my mouth, mimicking 
the rhythmic movements of sex, as we came to a stop with my backside against 
a table.

Not lightening up on the mouth-to-mouth contact, Devon slipped his hands up 
the backside of my skirt again, and wrapped his hands hard around my ass 
cheeks, pulling them apart and kneading them with his hands.  He squeezed 
them and pushed them up and down, as his tongue explored my mouth deeper and 
deeper.  He then broke the kiss and lifted me up and onto the table.

He hiked my skirt up to expose my pantyless crotch.  He pushed my knees 
apart further than they were, as I grabbed my skirt and held it up at my 
belly.

"Just think," he said, kissing my inner thigh.  "Right here is where some 
student will be studying tomorrow.  He won't know what happened tonight."

I giggled, moaning and squirming, trying to get him closer to where I wanted 
him.

"Right now, here you are, all spread-eagled on the table, your pussy so 
dripping wet," he switched thighs and began to kiss the other one with the 
same amount of fervor, licking up and down my leg.  "And all I want to do is 
take my dick and fuck you right here on the table."  He moaned into my leg 
and I lifted my right hand to try and guide him to my cunt.

But he wasn't having any of that, and pulled back, acting like he was idly 
tracing designs on my legs.  My center was on fire with desire, as he said, 
"But I won't because we're going to do that later.  Right now, I think I'm 
just going to tease you."  He made a figure eight with his index finger on 
my right thigh, as I bucked and squirmed under his touch.  He moved closer 
to where I wanted him to be, and traced along my outer lips, kneading the 
smoothly shaved skin with his light touch.

He moved his hand up and caressed my entire belly with his hand, then came 
back down to tease the other lip.  Gentle circles, slow kneading.  I thrust 
my hips towards him and he looked me in the eye.  "God, you're beautiful," 
he said.

The line never failed to elicit a response from me, and I could feel my 
response as my wetness seeped from my cunt and down my asscrack.  "If you 
really thought I was beautiful," I managed to gasp out, "you'd lick my 
cunt."

"Oh, but I do think you're beautiful," he murmured, then moved towards my 
glistening pussy, "so I think I will do just that."

His tongue found its way between my lips first, and he licked up one side, 
tasting me gently as I squirmed.  He licked down, then up between the other 
pair of lips, then quickly plunged his tongue into my cunt.  "Fuck, Devon," 
I moaned, as his tongue quickly came out again, licking between each pair of 
lips.  "My clit, lick it, Devon, lick my clit."

He used his fingers to spread my lips wide and pull apart the folds of skin 
until I could feel the cool library air against my engorged clitoris.  "Look 
at it," he mumbled, "so pink and so ready."  He ran his index finger across 
it and I writhed at the touch.

"Yes," I groaned.

He plunged a finger into my cunt again, then pulled it out and rubbed it 
over my nub.  Then he moved his hands away and placed his tongue where his 
finger left off.

Slowly his tongue moved at first, and I basked in the touch, just the pure 
friction of his rough tongue against my aching parts.  Into my pussy, then 
over my clit, back and forth, quicker and quicker, until he slipped one 
finger inside of me and focused his tongue on the most sensitive part of my 
whole body.

In and out went his finger, joined by a second, as his tongue licked faster 
and faster and drove me to moaning his name at random moments.  I looked 
down to see his tongue flickering in and out of his mouth just as he pushed 
his two fingers in to find my g-spot.  He continued his licking as he 
crooked his fingers back towards himself and rubbed me from the inside.

The pressure of being rubbed from the inside and licked on the outside at 
the same time became too much.  My orgasm started somewhere just past his 
fingers and shuddered its way through my vagina until it reached the little 
nub he was licking.  My hips bucked into the air and I squeezed down on his 
fingers as I came, but he never let up on his licking.  My body shuddered 
and finally came to rest.  He pulled away.

I lay there, sprawled on the library table as he stood over me.  "Mmm," I 
said.

"I completely agree," he answered, having a seat at a chair in an awkward 
manner that only made his erection more apparent.

"Hey, pull that thing out," I said, still feeling sluggish from the 
afterglow.

He obliged, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.  He pulled them and his 
boxers down, until his erection was staring me down.

"Mmm, I'd love to just climb onto that thing and squeeze you to orgasm," I 
said, lazily.

"And believe me, it wouldn't take very much of that at all," Devon said, 
"but it's not time for the oak tables yet.  Come on."

He pulled me up and I took off after him, my skirt still hiked up and his 
erection bobbing over the top of his pants.  He headed back to where our 
bookbags were and rifled around for a moment, as I tried to somehow 
straighten myself out.  I decided against it, seeing as in a few minutes, I 
would be pinned to a large oak table and it would really matter what my 
clothing looked like anyway.

Devon found what he was looking for-his digital camera.  "One for the photo 
album," he said.

"Oh, you thought to bring it!" I exclaimed.  "What a good boy."  We 
certainly do have an extensive photo album, one that would probably get us 
deeply in trouble with a lot of people, including his ex-girlfriend and Jen, 
who didn't know that we took pictures of her during our threesome, which is 
why it's under lock and key (or at least, password protected) on both of our 
desktops.

As he stood up, I reached for his engorged penis, and he said, "No, don't 
touch it--" but my hand gripped it, and he quickly changed his mind.  "OK, 
touch it, mmm, touch it harder."  I rubbed up and down his shaft for a 
couple seconds, then squeezed his head as he wobbled a bit on his knees.

I pushed him down into the chair that was behind him, then got down on my 
knees and swiftly took his cock into my mouth.

I swirled my tongue around, then took my mouth off and licked from the base 
up to the top and then back down again.  I looked up at him and his head was 
thrown back, the camera not entering his thoughts anymore.  I sucked him 
into my mouth, deeper and deeper, then pulled all the way off until I was 
just swirling my tongue over his head.  I did it once more, but he was 
already on the edge of orgasm, and I gave a good hard suck as I pushed him 
as far back into my throat as I could get.

He moaned, "Raven," as he quivered and shook.  I tasted his come in my mouth 
and swallowed hard against its spurts.  Sucking and swallowing, I let him 
empty himself into my mouth.  His dick went flaccid in my mouth and I sat 
back, rocked back, and then laid down on the floor, legs splayed out wide.

"Mmm," he said, opening his eyes and looking down on me.  "And that's 
definitely a sight I don't mind opening my eyes to after a blow job."  He 
eyed my cunt again, and said, "You know, I'm thinking it's time for the oak 
table."

He offered me his hand and dragged me to a standing position.  We took off 
for the stairs, running past the shelves of books and the table where I was 
sprawled moment before.  We headed down to the third floor.

When we got to the entrance to the room, it was a solemn moment for the two 
of us.  We stood looking at it, and I whispered, "I can't believe we're 
actually going to do this."

"Drinking is fun," he said back to me, and we started laughing.  "Come on."

We went into the room and there they were-the big oak tables.  I'd never 
seen them bare of books and papers and pencils before, but there they were, 
dark and gleaming in the moonlight shining down from the big window high on 
the wall above.

"Take off your clothes," he said, but he didn't have to-I was already 
unbuttoning my shirt and pulling my skirt over my hips.  My bra joined both 
on the floor in a heap.

He was down to his boxers when I ran across to the table and laid face down 
on the cool wood.  "Mmm," I said.  "This thing is great."  Then I had an 
idea.  "Wait, wait!" I said.  "Take a picture of me here."

I got up on all fours, and turned around to look at him.  "Wait, no," I 
said, not satisfied with the picture.  I spread my legs further apart and 
then sat up so that I was balancing with one hand against the table.  I 
arched my back, and spread my pussy lips wide for the camera.  I swiveled my 
head so I was looking at it and gave a coy, innocent smile, as Devon snapped 
the picture.

"Here, one of me," he said, his dick already started to spring to life 
again.

He laid down on his right side and stretched across the table, his penis 
pointing halfway at the table, halfway at me.  His arm propped his head up, 
and he put his other hand to his mouth in an, "oops, I'm naughty!" 
expression.  We laughed heartily as soon as I snapped the picture.

"One for those of our friends who wouldn't mind the picture," I said, 
thinking specifically of Jen.

"You're thinking of Jen, aren't you?" he said.  "You have quite the little 
crush."

"Well, at least she knows it-she said she might join us for another go," I 
said.

"Join *us*?" he asked.  "The little 'straight' girl didn't seem to be 
interested in much dicking that night."

I laughed and said, "I know."

I placed the camera on the shelf across the way and set the minute timer.  I 
ran back to Devon, who had sat straight up on the edge of the table and 
crossed his ankles.  I swung my legs over his lap, crossing them to hide his 
penis, then folded my hands across my chest.  His hand rested right on the 
outside of my crotch just as the *click* echoed throughout the big room.

"That's going to be a good one," I said, and went back to turn the camera 
off.  "I can't believe we're in here!" I said, skipping back.

"OK, are you a giddy schoolgirl or a naughty one?" he asked.  "Because if 
you're just going to be giddy, it's going to be rough going."

I answered him, "Oh, I'm going to be naughty now.  The skipping was just 
because I CAN'T BELIEVE WE'RE ACTUALLY IN HERE!"

He rolled his eyes and stepped towards me to kiss me.

"Ah!" I put my hand up.  "Actually, I don't think I'm a schoolgirl tonight. 
 No ..." I thought for a moment.  "I'm a schoolteacher and YOU are my 
naughty schoolboy."

"Really?" he murmured.  "I like the sound of that."

"Yes, and you are here," I said, sitting myself up on the table, "because 
you didn't hand in your homework today."

"I didn't?" he asked, running his hand up my thigh.

"Yes," I answered, "and that is a completely inappropriate gesture for a 
schoolboy towards his schoolteacher."

"Is it?" he didn't stop.

I smiled.  "So I think that a punishment is in order."  I hopped down and 
said, "Bend over my desk."

He obliged, leaning over the table and stretching his hands out.

"Further," I said.

Devon leaned forward further and placed his firmly erect dick carefully onto 
the table.

"Ah, good," I said.  I kneaded his ass with my fingers, first one cheek, 
then the other one.  "Such a naughty boy," I said.  "Are you ready to be 
punished?"

"Oh, yeah," he said, bracing himself against the table.

I pulled my hand back, and then began raining down a serious of firm spanks 
on his naked, upturned ass.  The muscles in his back and legs tensed and 
relaxed with each *smack* of my hand.  "Shame on you," I said, covering 
first one cheek and then the other with my hand spread wide.  His ass 
bounced and jiggled under my hand as he fought to keep from being too tense 
against my blows.

"Oh, God, Raven," he moaned through gritted teeth.  He leaned over farther, 
putting more weight on the table.  I slapped my own rhythm on his naked ass, 
first one side, then the other.  He was squirming.

I stopped abruptly.

"Did you like that?" I asked him.

"Fuck, yeah," he said, breathing hard.

My cunt was leaking down my leg again.  "So did I," I told him.  Then I 
climbed onto the table and turned over.  "Fuck me."

That's all it took.  Devon got that wild look in his eyes that he always get 
right before one of our really good, hard lovemaking sessions.  He climbed 
onto the table and onto me.

He took my mouth against his and began kissing me as his fingers pinched my 
nipples and his penis ground into my thigh.  I groaned against him in 
protest, but he kept it up, then sat back.  He slapped my right breast with 
his left hand, making me yelp and squirm.  He grabbed my knees roughly and 
stretched me wide open.  He positioned his dick just outside my cunt.

"I'm going to fuck you now," he said.  "Hard and fast.  Hold on."

He plunged his cock into me, just as he said he would, hard and fast.  I 
moaned as it filled me up and he pinned me to the table, his arms on either 
side of my head for balance.  I grabbed onto his wrists as he pulled out and 
plunged back in over and over, shaking his and my bodies.  I writhed against 
him, pushing my hips at him as he fucked his dick hard into my cunt.

"Oh, God, Devon," I moaned, then pushed him up.  He sat up and then rolled 
to the side as I pulled myself on top of him.  He was lying on his back now, 
as I sat down on his cock, then began to raise and lower myself, slowly at 
first, then faster and faster as I gripped his dick in my hot, wet pussy.  I 
dropped myself down two more hard times before climbing off of him, getting 
on all fours, and waiting for him to scramble up to meet me.

He drove his dick into my once more and I braced myself against the slippery 
oak table.  I kept my pussy tipped up for easy access, but lowered my body 
to give us more leverage.

Devon's grunts were becoming more strained and less coherent.  There was a 
"Ra--ugh--ven--" every couple thrusts or so, but I could tell he was close. 
One hand gripped my stomach suddenly and the other raked across my clitoris. 
 I jumped and moaned as he stroked me at the same time as pounding into me.

We came at the same instant, me squeezing his cock with all my strength and 
him pinching my clit almost painfully as we shuddered and shook together.  
He emptied himself into me as my orgasm squeezed and pulsated inside of me 
until our movements tapered off and we fell apart.

We lay for a moment, in a heap on the big oak table until he started 
laughing.  I quickly joined in, not even having to ask.

"I think we should come study here next week," he said.

"I totally agree," I answered, laughing even more.

After our laughter turned to chuckles and the chuckles to giggles, I asked, 
"What are we going to do now?"

"Well, get out of here, for one thing."

"And then?"

"Well, go home and fuck, of course."

*****

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