Most of Linza’s favorite places in the city were in and around the JSMI campus. Part of it was that she’d lived there for so long and knew the area better than her current neighborhood.
The other part of it was the nostalgia, the strange pleasure of being back on campus but with no homework, no projects, nothing on the schedule…
Linza led Grun past the enchanted statue of the founder at the front gates, a plump goblin woman in a pointed hat, who greeted each passerby with “Hello!” or “Welcome to JSMI!” courtesy of the Magic Mouth spell. Of course, the official casting was not the only one, and fourth years with cash to burn were always trying to sneak in additional triggers. Linza showed how whenever the statue heard “sixty-nine” she said “nice”, though Linza was disappointed to find that the enchantment that responded to “shut up” with “I shut your mom up with this fat cock” had been removed.
Then Linza pulled Grun by the hand through the gardens, showing him her favorite spots to go and sketch or think.
They even ducked past the student staff and snuck into the library, and Linza lead him all the way up to her favorite nook on the fourth floor. Here, the gaps between the book-stuffed shelves were so narrow that Grun’s shoulders brushed them on either side. Linza hooked a right at the seventh intersection, and in the shadow at the end of the narrow aisle, there was still a squat little chair tucked against the wall. She’d ‘borrowed’ it from a nearby common room during her second year.
“I always felt alone with the books up here,” Linza whispered, running her fingers down the leather spines. Few people bothered to learn the labyrinthine upper floors—these were the books that hardly anybody wanted, but that the librarians couldn’t bear to throw away. So they just packed in tighter and tighter each year.
Grun’s eyes twinkled. “Alone with the books, you say?”
Linza narrowed her eyes. “Yeeeeah…”
“You seem to have so many memories here. Why not add one more?” Grun’s smirk was unambiguously lewd.
Linza’s heart quickened as her blood heated. She’d never been interrupted in this spot, but finding a quiet place to finish a term paper was one thing. Doing what Grun was suggesting was another entirely…
Linza bit her lip. “But what if someone catches us?”
Grun smirked. “What are they going to do, expel you?”
A smile cracked across Linza’s face. A few short months ago she wouldn’t have even considered, but now…
Grun stepped closer, and his heat reached around her.
“I suppose that’s a good point,” Linza said, unable to pull her eyes from Grun’s sea glass stare.
He brushed his fingertips against the edge of her jaw, his tongue running along one of his pointed canines.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” Linza breathed. “I was a bit of a boring student…”
Grun leaned down until his lips were just above her ear. “A chance to make up for lost time, then?”
A shiver coursed down Linza’s spine and unleashed her, and her hands found the bare skin of Grun’s chest and back as she pulled his lips to hers.
Grun pressed her against the wall, one hand on her cheek and the other on the small of her back. His cock throbbed against the front of her hips, and just as her hand found him, he pulled away and kneeled in front of her.
Before Linza could ask what he was doing, he was under her skirt, holding her panties to the side and pressing his tongue against her clit.
Linza gasped, then bit her lip to keep quiet. It was too risky, too inappropriate—but fuck did it feel good. She knew she could ask him to stop and he would, but… she didn’t want him to. Not with the way the base of his tongue stroked her clit, and how the tip of it reached inside of her, the heat of his hands on her thighs, the jolts of pleasure zipping down her limbs.
The greater her arousal, the more enticing the idea of someone catching them—turning down the aisle to the scandalous sight, or peeping from an aisle over, or listening from down the hall. What would Linza have done in her little chair if she’d looked just right through a gap in the books to see someone having sex in the next aisle over? Would she have watched? Let her arousal build? Maybe pulled up her skirt and let her hand find the wetness there…
Linza couldn’t wonder any longer because she was cumming, her hands braced against the wall, her breath held, her hips bucking against Grun’s face, her memory of the little nook forever changed.
As she finally relaxed, Grun emerged from under her skirt with her wetness glistening on his beard and a smirk across his lips.
“How was that for making up for lost time?” Grun said.
Warm shimmers still swirled through Linza’s mind. “Yes, um, good. Very good.” As Linza’s balance returned, she leaned forward and brushed a hand down Grun’s bare chest to the button of his trousers. “You have something I want…”
Grun smiled knowingly, shivering at her fingertips, his cock throbbing just below.
And then the sound of footsteps thudded around the edge of the aisle.
Linza gasped and shot to her feet, smoothing her skirt and finding a very interesting spine on the shelves.
Grun chuckled and stood with less of a hurry. Just as he leaned towards Linza, a mousy young man with a halo of curly hair stopped short at the end of the aisle. He squeaked and then turned to leave.
“We were just leaving!” Linza said, stepping towards the aisle.
“Oh, no please don’t leave on my account,” the young man said.
“I was just visiting an old haunt, fourth floor is all yours again,” Linza said.
The young man’s cheeks tinged pink, and he fidgeted with his book bag’s strap, but nodded and stayed.
Linza scurried out of the aisle, with Grun striding close behind.
Two aisles later, a thought struck her like a switch on the rump of a horse and she nearly sprinted the rest of the way out of the library. She had completely forgotten to clean the cushion, and the mousy young man would find it soaked and smelling like sex. As they reached the courtyard around the corner from the library, Linza’s panic dissolved into laughter and she struggled to tell Grun what was so funny between giggles.
“I daresay he might have trouble focusing on his studies,” Grun said. “You naughty girl, sabotaging a poor, innocent student.”
“It was your idea!” Linza hissed, but she was beaming.
Wyn was hardly going to believe that Linza did anything so bold. And Tanyth would—
Linza’s glee dimmed. Tanyth would be crushed. She tried to push it out of her mind, but the thought nagged at her for the rest of the day, through their lunch at the JSMI cafeteria, their wandering through the courtyards of the dormitories, their shameless people-watching and quipping about students and professors, their racing each other up the sport field (Grun won, but only barely), their detour to Linza’s favorite art shop, their dinner at a local seafood place, and their ceaseless flirting throughout.
The more fun she had, the darker the thought loomed:
What in the world was she going to say to Tanyth?