Male/Female

The sound of a page occasionally being turned was more or less the only thing audible throughout most of the building, save for maybe the odd creaking of a chair or a cough or two. Of course, though, libraries tend to be like that at the best of times. It was particularly quiet, however, on the evening at which he found himself taking up residence in a secluded wing of the library for some quality reading time.

After endless months of sexual tension between is, one thing is clear: we're both way too into the flirting to consummate things. So we talk instead. First, I hear you confess your fantasy to me. To your surprise, I then confess virtually the same wish in turn, for I too would like to be blown apart orgasmically. After all, what better end could there be?

No, it's definitely better this way. The only questions that remain for us involve the means and the timing. So we discuss.

Chase was a 19 year old. He was strong, hot, and 6' 5". He had short chestnut brown hair, emerald green eyes, and tan skin. He always wore the same shorts of clothes: a bland colored tee, a plain cloth jacket, and a pair of light blue jeans. He was full of himself of course, and tried to never look bad. He had different girlfriends almost every month, and usually a junior or senior. They were mostly hot girls to make him look good. The one for today was Jessie. She was a hot senior girl. Large bumpers in front and back with flat in the middle.

Leslie awoke, but didn’t open her eyes at first. She no longer felt Roger’s weight on her. She was lying flat on her back now, to whatever extent she still had a back. Best as she’d been able to tell, her body had been one giant curve before she went to sleep.