The library was nearly silent, the soft rustle of pages and the occasional click of a pen the only sounds that filled the vast room. Sia sat at one of the long wooden tables, surrounded by towering shelves of books, her eyes scanning the text in front of her. But her mind was elsewhere, distracted by the presence of Neil, who was seated just a few tables away.
They weren’t friends, merely classmates who shared a few courses. But ever since she noticed him in the back of the lecture hall, Sia couldn’t stop thinking about him. There was something about the way he carried himself, quiet and reserved, that intrigued her. The glances they exchanged in class were brief, almost accidental, but they were enough to spark something inside her.
Today, the tension between them was almost palpable. She could feel his eyes on her, the weight of his gaze sending a thrill down her spine. She tried to focus on her studies, but the thought of him, so close yet so far, made it impossible.
After what felt like an eternity, she decided to take a break. Gathering her courage, Sia stood up and walked over to the bookshelf near Neil. She could feel her heart pounding as she reached for a book, pretending to browse.
Neil didn’t look up at first, but she sensed he was aware of her. The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken words and lingering looks. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and steady.
“Looking for something specific?” he asked, his tone casual, but his eyes told a different story.
Sia turned to face him, her breath catching at the intensity of his gaze. “Just… browsing,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Neil stood up, closing the distance between them in a few steps. He was close now, too close, and she could feel the heat radiating from his body. “You’ve been distracted,” he observed, his eyes locking onto hers. “Why?”
The question hung in the air, and Sia felt her cheeks flush. She opened her mouth to respond, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, she found herself staring at his lips, wondering what they would feel like against hers.
“Maybe,” he continued, his voice dropping to a whisper, “it’s because of me.”
His words sent a shiver down her spine. She had never felt such an intense attraction to anyone before, and the fact that he seemed to feel the same way only heightened her desire. Without thinking, she reached out and placed a hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her fingers.
Neil’s breath hitched, and he closed the remaining distance between them. “I’ve noticed you watching me,” he murmured, his lips just inches from hers. “I’ve been watching you too.”
Before she could respond, Neil’s hand cupped the back of her neck, pulling her into a kiss. It was soft at first, tentative, but the moment their lips touched, the dam broke. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more desperate. Sia’s hands moved up to his shoulders, pulling him closer as she opened her mouth to him, their tongues intertwining in a heated dance.
Neil’s hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves of her waist and hips, pulling her even closer until there was no space left between them. The intensity of the moment made Sia dizzy with desire, and she moaned softly into his mouth, encouraging him to take things further.
Without breaking the kiss, Neil backed her up against the bookshelf, the hard wood pressing into her back as his hands began to explore her body more boldly. He slipped his hand under her shirt, his fingers grazing her bare skin, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through her.
Sia arched into his touch, craving more. She tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers. Neil obliged, pulling away just long enough to yank his shirt over his head before diving back in, his mouth claiming hers with renewed fervor.
He trailed kisses down her neck, his lips warm and insistent against her skin. Sia tilted her head back, giving him better access as his hands moved to her thighs, lifting her slightly so that she was perched on the edge of the low shelf. She gasped as his fingers found the hem of her skirt, inching it up her legs.
“Neil…” she breathed, her voice trembling with anticipation.
He paused for a moment, his eyes meeting hers. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice husky with desire.
“Yes,” she whispered, her hands gripping his shoulders. “I’ve never been more sure.”
That was all the encouragement he needed. With a swift motion, he slid her skirt up to her waist, his hands finding the soft skin of her thighs. He pushed her underwear aside, his fingers teasing her before he finally slipped one inside her.
Sia bit her lip to stifle a moan as he began to move his finger in and out of her, his thumb brushing against her clit in slow, deliberate circles. The sensation was almost too much, and she felt herself growing wetter with each stroke.
Neil watched her closely, his eyes dark with lust as he added a second finger, increasing the intensity. “You’re so wet for me,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe.
She couldn’t respond, her mind too fogged with pleasure. All she could do was arch her back, pushing herself harder against his hand as the tension built inside her, coiling tighter and tighter until she thought she might explode.
But just as she was on the brink, Neil pulled his fingers away, leaving her gasping with frustration. “Not yet,” he whispered against her lips. “I want to be inside you when you come.”
Sia barely had time to register his words before he was undoing his belt, his movements quick and efficient. He positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his cock pressing against her entrance.
“Please,” she begged, her voice trembling with need.
With a deep groan, Neil thrust into her, filling her completely in one swift motion. The sensation was overwhelming, and Sia cried out, her hands gripping his arms as he began to move. He set a slow, deliberate pace at first, each thrust deep and controlled, making sure she felt every inch of him.
But soon, the intensity of their desire took over, and Neil’s thrusts became faster, harder. Sia matched his rhythm, her hips rising to meet his with each powerful stroke. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the quiet library, the only other sound being their ragged breaths and the occasional moan or gasp.
“You feel so good,” Neil groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he drove into her with increasing force. “So tight… so perfect.”
Sia could only moan in response, the words lost to her as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. She was so close, every nerve in her body alight with sensation.
“Come for me,” Neil commanded, his voice low and demanding. “I want to feel you come around me.”
It was all she needed to push her over the edge. With a cry, Sia’s body tensed as the orgasm ripped through her, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her. Her walls tightened around him, drawing a deep, guttural moan from Neil as he followed her over the edge, spilling into her with one final, powerful thrust.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies entwined, both struggling to catch their breath. Finally, Neil pulled out, his hands still resting on her hips as he looked down at her, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and wonder.
“I’ve wanted that for so long,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Me too,” Sia replied, her voice still shaky from the intensity of their encounter. “I never thought…”
But she didn’t need to finish the sentence. The look in Neil’s eyes said it all—they both knew this moment had been inevitable.
As they slowly began to dress, the reality of what had just happened started to sink in. They were still just classmates, and the world outside the library was still the same. But something between them had changed, something that couldn’t be undone.
Before they left, Neil turned to her, his expression serious. “This doesn’t have to be the last time,” he said quietly. “If you want it to be more…”
Sia smiled, a small, secretive smile. “We’ll see,” she replied, leaving the door open for whatever might come next.
And as they walked out of the library together, the tension that had once simmered between them was replaced by something new—an unspoken understanding that this was only the beginning.
