sggirls-del: sgerotica: Warning: This is going to be a long story. If you’re looking for quick

sggirls-del: sgerotica: Warning: This is going to be a long story. If you’re looking for quick, hot, steamy sex, you may want to skip this. L - this one’s for you. ***** I was writing like a man possessed, my fingers scrabbling frantically over the pages to scribble down as many quotes and references as I could muster. I actually felt better and better with every passing minute, thinking that I was getting closer and closer. I even relaxed a little, and forgot about the impending threat.And then the lights went out. ***** 9.37pm. The clockface of my watch stared back at me as I caught my breath. I was pretty sure all the way to the library immediately after training was not the requisite cool down that my coach expected, but this wasn’t the time for that. The glass doors of the library closed behind me. I had 23 minutes. I cursed my lecturer under my breath. Who gives an “open book” exam the next morning when the book is a restricted one that cannot be borrowed out from the library. What’s more, there was only one copy stocked. I groaned, hoping that I would be the only last minute mugger in the library before closing time. I made me way to the furthest corner of the second floor, where the restricted section was.  Thankfully there was only one girl using the book by the time I reached the restricted section. “Just five minutes, then you can have it,” she said. The seconds and minutes ticked by. 9.48pm. She handed the book over. I took it from her, and rushed toward the nearest table. Setting my bag down, I took out a notebook and started scribbling. ***** There was some illumination in the central stairway — coming from a set of lights that were clearly meant to guide the way in an emergency — so I slowed to a leisurely pace on the way down the steps towards the ground level.The thought that I might arrive at the front desk to find nobody there did not even cross my mind until I arrived.“Hello?”Silence.“Uh… hello?”Turning the lights off must have been the very last thing the library staff did before vacating the building. The doors at the front of the building were very firmly locked. I tried shaking them, in that pointless way that never works with locked doors.I was trapped.Even the main controls for the lights were out there in the lobby, sealed off just beyond reach. It was going to have to remain dark in here. I tried taking out my iPhone to use the flashlight function, only to realise the battery died during training. Typical. Can’t last the day without dying at least once. I decided to walk around to try to find an exit, and thought the roof was my best bet. A couple of flights up, and I nearly had a heart attack as a pale figure was approaching. I’ve never really believed in ghosts, but when you’re on your own in a big empty building like that, such skepticism can fade. After an initial shock, however, I realised that the figure was not otherworldly, but human. It turned out to be one of my schoolmates by the name of Georgina. We weren’t in the same class but I had seen her around school before. She was wearing white sneakers, sweatpants and a jacket. Her long, black hair tied back in a ponytail. She wasn’t the prettiest girl in school, but she was know for being one of the nicest, most caring people around. She was hugging her books in front like some kind of shield, and looking back at me as though I might be some kind of ghost myself. “Hey,” she said a little breathlessly.“Hey,” I returned. “Looks like we’re locked in.”“They just left?” she said, wrinkling her brow with a touch of outrage. “They didn’t check anyone was still here?”“If they did, they didn’t do it very well. I’m heading upstairs, there’s no signal down there,” I waggled my phone by way of explanation.She nodded, and stepped aside to let me through, before following closely behind as I continued the climb back up towards the top floor.“Where were you?” I asked as we progressed up the seemingly endless steps. “When the lights went out, I mean.”“I was kind of hiding,” she admitted, “I needed to use a book in the restricted section for an essay due tomorrow.”I laughed and explained my similar predicament.“You too?” she flashed a heart-stopping smile.I nodded, trying not to seem like I was staring at her. It was difficult not to, though. I suddenly realised she wasn’t striking, but her looks just grow on you. I was a little surprised I hadn’t taken more notice of her before.She explained, “I had to come here straight after practice tonight. Our coach kept us late. Only had an hour to work on the essay before the lights went out.”We made small talk as we tried to find a way out. As Murphy’s Law would have it, her phone was unable to get reception in this ghosttown of a library. We contemplated breaking the glass, but didn’t know where we would find $1,000 to pay the fine for doing so in non-emergency cases. In the end, we resigned ourselves to our fate. We would just have to wait the night out. In the meantime, we could start on our respective pieces of work. *****  At 2am, we decided to take a walk around the library as it was getting quite cold. We were both walking in tandem up the stairwell. As each moment passed, I had to admit I did enjoy spending time with this girl. “Maybe I just need to run up and down the stairs a little,” she said. “That’ll warm me up.”She broke away from me, and suddenly leaned over backwards, making me jump a little. I thought she’d fainted or something. Instead of collapsing, she just leaned gracefully into a casual flip, her hands confidently placed on the floor, her feet flicking daintily over the rest of her body before touching back down on the floor so that she could right herself.“I’ll be all right,” she said, with a little grin at my obvious look of wonderment.I knew gymnasts were supposed to be flexible, but her display caught me a little off-guard.“I wish I could do that,” I said, still astonished.“I could teach you,” she smirked.“I don’t think so!”On the way back, Georgina would performed a few more little cartwheels, showing off her lithe little frame. She really was stunningly alluring. It made me want to watch her actually compete, and not only because I’d get to see her without her training gear on, although I imagined that would be a delicious sight.“See?” she said, “I’ve warmed up a little already.”“Great. Now if only I could do a little gymnastics…”We settled in again back at the table.This time though, she sat next to me instead of opposite me, close enough for me to be able to breathe in her subtle but sweet scent. I savoured her alluring perfume, breathing deeply but trying not to make it too obvious the effect she was having on me. Despite my best attempts, she still caught me staring at her occasionally.“Something on your mind?” She grinned. “Yeah, but you wouldn’t want to know.” “Tell me!” She hit my arm playfully. “Well…” “Well, what!” “Promise you won’t mind?” “No. Just tell me!” She was insistent. “You know… I’m a guy, you’re a girl. We’re in a dark deserted library. Certain thoughts just come creeping into your mind.” I waited, half expecting a slap to come my way.But her mouth curled into a seductive smile, and she said, “You’ll be surprised. Guys aren’t the only ones with these thoughts.” I was taken aback. “I’m not sure whether anything will happen though, that just depends.”“Depends on what?” I said, innocently enough.Then she was up on all fours, her pretty face moving towards mine. “On how good a kisser you are.”Georgina leaned forward, and I could not believe my luck. My world was filled with her pretty face, her sweet fragrance, her soft yet burning lips.After my initial shock, I tentatively kissed her back, echoing her delicate exploration of my own lips, gazing into those sultry eyes as I breathed nothing but her glorious scent, a heady mix of sweet vanilla perfume and the subtle mustiness of her natural aroma.I was quite breathless when at last we parted.“Wow,” she said, apparently as breathless as me.“So did I pass?”“Hmmm…” she said, shuffling forward. “Well, I think you passed the first part of the test.”“How many parts are there?”“Oh, lots.”Then she leaned forwards again, and once again we were sharing the sweetest of kisses. I was burning up inside. I had never kissed anyone like this before, her affect on me was like some kind of drug.As we tangled, I touched her soft cheek, marvelling at her beauty. I gently cradled her head as our tongues danced together, and it wasn’t long before her hands swept up to press me towards her, and we were locked in the most incredible heat.“You know the perfect way to warm a girl up,” she said as we parted again, both a little short on oxygen.“Happy to be of service,” I said.“We might have to cool down a bit.”“You want to stop?” I asked, wondering what we’d do instead, since there was now a whole different kind of energy between us.“No,” she smiled slyly. She motioned for me to relocate to a corner with some beanbags stacked against the wall.Being on the floor gave us a lot more room, a lot more freedom. Georgina drew out the band from her ponytail, and as I kissed her mouth, I was able to run my fingers through her silky hair.I caressed her face, her chin, her slender neck, luxuriating in the velvet-soft texture of her skin, teasing out a quite moan from this exquisite creature.The beanbags were surprisingly accommodating as we writhed together, Georgina now clamping her coltish legs around my body, pressing herself close. I could tell that all her gymnastics training made her extremely strong, as well as flexible.I kissed my way slowly down from underneath her left ear, down her neck, and her moans grew a little in intensity.“Oh that’s nice,” she moaned when I approached the base of her neck.But then when I moved my fingers to her throat to unzip her training top, I met with resistance.“Wait,” she whispered, “I didn’t get time to shower after gymnastics.”“I doesn’t matter,” I said, with a soothing tone I hoped to encourage her to open up, without feeling in any way forced. “I want you, just the way you are.”I tasted her lips once again, and felt her resistance melt away, and she was actively unfastening her training jacket by herself, drawing the zip slowly down her chest to reveal the sleek, dark material of her leotard beneath.I felt her petite frame rise to my touch as my hands roamed over her tight leotard, exploring her tantalising curves. She had a fairly typical gymnast’s figure: agile, with a flat stomach and small waist. While her breasts were fairly small, they appeared very sensitive to my soft caresses.I brushed my palms gently over her chest, finding her nipples hard now, poking up against the thin material. Through her leotard, I teased the little buttons, forcing out some louder moans from Georgina though our lips were still locked firmly together, while her pretty eyes flashed at me with unbridled lust.As I continued to caress the soft curves of her breasts, grazing her nipples with the tips of my fingers, I slowly kissed my way down her neck once again, taking it further this time without the hindrance of her jacket, to the edge of her gymnastics costume.That daintily musty aroma from her earlier workout was a touch stronger lower down, but only seemed to spur me on, stirring my blood and making my heart pound in my chest.I wanted so much more.I was careful to watch for any signs that she might be uncomfortable with how far we were taking this — we had, after all, only really known each other for a brief time. But she seemed in no mood to stop, quietly groaning as I took one of her little buds in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue through the thin leotard while my hands continued to coax her breasts and sweep down to explore the elegant curves of her waist and back.“You’re so beautiful,” I said in barely more than a whisper, and she just beamed at me in reply before moaning once again as I slipped my fingers under the edge of her relatively low-cut leotard, to glide over her bare skin and down to those stiff little nipples.I felt her tremble as I touched her bare breasts, her body writhing at the sensations flowing through her.Stroking her nipples with my fingers, I caressed her belly with my lips, breathing in that alluring scent while planting kisses over her graceful contours. Her aroma grew stronger as I approached the waistband of her sweatpants and I thought I detected the first traces of her arousal.I couldn’t get enough of it. Call me greedy if you will, but I just wanted more and more.Fearing that she’d feel we were going too far, that she’d call a halt to everything any moment, I very gradually nudged against the top of her sweatpants, gently easing the material downwards to edge closer and closer towards her promised land.Each time I got a little closer, I’d kiss my way back up her stomach to her breasts, taking her stiff little nipples back inside my hot mouth, albeit through her leotard.Her breathing was more like a series of sighs now, she was lying back with her head turned to the side, just letting the sensations wash over her. She didn’t look as though she wanted to stop any time soon.The adrenalin was buzzing around my system, my heart beating like a drum in a rock band. I paused, wondering if I should play it safe, take it slow, keep to the area we had already explored. I would have been perfectly happy if she wanted to slow it down, of course, but there and then I decided I wasn’t going to take the safe option just then. I’d stop if she wanted, but the possibilities were so tantalising, I had to at least try.Subtly, attempting to avoid any chance that she’d suddenly become afraid or nervous, I shifted slightly, downwards, still lying beside her where she had the option to flee if she needed to, but coming to rest in a position where I could pursue a more thrilling course.I was kissing delicately along the thin material of her leotard, just above her waistline but again nudging her sweatpants down a little, when she reached down to unfasten the cord tied around her waist. If this wasn’t an invitation to continue, I don’t know what it was.It set my pulse racing again, the thought buzzing around my head that this exquisite creature was opening herself up to me, that I might get to sample her sweet nectar — even after just a few hours of knowing her.I felt like the luckiest guy in the world, and once she had the knot unfastened, I gently slid her sweatpants down over her slender hips, revealing the rest of her leotard, her sweet mound, her smooth thighs. She actively helped me to pull the garment off her, boosting my own confidence and reassuring me a little that she warm enough to part with it just then.I kissed her upper thigh, just below the high-cut arch of her leotard, tasting that slight saltiness on her skin. She touched my chin, tilted my head up to look into her eyes, and she said: “You don’t have to. I mean, I know I had gymnastics earlier and — ““I can’t get enough of you,” I said, kissing her lower abdomen just an inch or two above that exhilarating rise of her mound.“Mmm… then take whatever you want…” she replied with a moan that made me quiver inside.I kissed the bare skin over her hips, then down to her inner thighs, indulging myself in her beauty, her velvet skin, and that fizzing sense of anticipation as I edged closer to the very center of her arousal.Her skin was already warm to the touch, but as I moved closer to the edge of her leotard, the heat grew noticeably, along with the unmistakable aroma of her juices.Then I was brushing over her mound, her leotard moist to the touch, my nose and mouth pressing gently into her raw heat. I had repositioned myself between her slender thighs, and it was like every one of my senses was saturated with her.Georgina was lying back again, her eyes closed, her arms by her sides, her hands clutching at the beanbag beneath her as I ran my tongue slowly along the thin material covering her pussy.Tasting her, such a glorious spicy cocktail, now it was my turn to moan softly, letting out my own feelings while letting her know just how much I loved to be there, just how much I adored such intimate contact. She seemed to relax a little at this reassurance, to know I wasn’t just doing this to impress her, to make her feel good.I spread my hot mouth over her lycra-covered pussy, pressing against her and feeling her pussy lips opening up to me.Her gentle moans gave way to a gasp as I peeled her leotard aside to reveal her pussy to the cool air and, despite the relatively poor lighting conditions, my gaze. So beautiful, so smooth under its tidy patch of dark hair, her fragrant flower drew me in. She trembled as she felt first my hot breath on her sensitive folds, then the soft touch of my lips. For a brief moment, I tasted her from the source, and her moans seemed to turn almost to pleading, but rather than pile in, I moved back for a moment, kissing her inner thighs again, taking in that wonderful sight before I got too close.Then my burning mouth returned to her soft pussy lips, and I was kissing her there, licking her, playing with her, dipping my tongue inside her to sample her sweet nectar.I was moaning again as I tasted her spice, revelling in my being so close to her, so connected. I gently parted her legs a little more to offer me maximum access as my tongue traced the length of her slick valley, lapping up her juices.And then I was kissing around her little clitoris, warming up the sensitive little bud before getting too close, using my fingers to caress her pussy lips before sliding gently inside her.Her moans soon turned to blissful cries, my mouth engulfing her clit even as her vagina engulfed my middle finger, her labia tight around it in a manner that made my cock rock hard down below.Moving from lapping up her now freely flowing juices to taking her clit into my mouth, I felt she was beginning to move towards some kind of resolution. I started to suck her clit a little more forcefully, and with my finger sought out that sensitive spot on the front wall of her vagina.She was writhing about under me by now, my tongue flicking over her clit, my finger being squeezed by her gymnast’s muscles.And she was coming, trembling and crying out as she did so, my tongue now swirling around her soaking labia, my nose pressed against her burning clit, her hands clamping my head to her pulsating pussy, her thighs pressing against my ears.When her grip relaxed, I knew enough to break away from her sensitive zone, loving that the taste of her remained on my lips.“Oh God…” was all she said for a while, over and over, breathless, lolling back as though drained of all energy. Then, “That’s never happened before.”Moving up beside her, I couldn’t help the curiosity: “Really?”“I didn’t think boys like to… you know.”We edged closer to me, turning to face away from me so that I could spoon up against her.“Some do,” I said. “With the right person.”She let out a little satisfied sigh, almost a mew. “I’ve never felt anything like it. It was the most amazing feeling.”“It was pretty amazing for me, too,” I smiled, and glanced at my watch, hoisting my eyebrows a little at the apparent fact that I’d been between her thighs for about half an hour.“You like it?”“With you, I adore it.”Wedged up against her, I couldn’t help but sweep my hands over her, taking in her tight curves, her wonderfully smooth skin. I moved her hair out of the way and kissed the back of her neck, the warm smell of her hair and her perfume seeming so comforting to me.“Mmm… if you’re not careful, you’ll get me going again in a minute,” she said, my hands brushing over her tender breasts, down her stomach.“That’s fine by me,” I said softly, kissing her ear.She smiled, “But it’s my turn.”“Your turn?”“Don’t you know the rules? I show you mine, you have to show me yours.”“Ah. Well, if those are the rules…”“They are,” she insisted, and suddenly picked herself up. “I am going to get another drink, and then I’m going to take what’s mine.She did a little twirl and without putting on the rest of her clothes, she padded off towards the vending machine, performing a few little cartwheels along the way.I watched her as she was consumed by the shadows, and then emerged in the light of the stairwell and the vending machine itself. I still had her flavour on my lips, and I savoured it, my loins now stirring at the anticipation of her return.A loud clang from the vending machine, and she was on her way back, sipping as she went.“You want some?” she asked as she came to a halt in front of me.“Sure,” I said, pulling myself up to my feet.She gave me the bottle, and as I took a swig, she nearly choked me in surprise as her hands scoped out the hardness between my thighs.“Mmm…” she grinned. “What have we got here?”Dropping down to kneel in front of me, she quite suddenly slid my pants down over my hips, exposing me to the cold air.“You really mean business!” I laughed.Georgina seemed to catch her breath, then purred, “Oh, it’s beautiful. Can I touch it?”“Could I ever say ‘no’ to you?”“I hope not!”I felt her cool hands tentatively touch my stiff cock, taking in its shape, its hardness, stroking my shaft a little.Then she leaned forward to kiss it, and I felt her hot breath on my sensitive organ. She traced my shaft with her tongue, starting towards the base, then slowly moving towards the end, planting the occasional kiss as she went along. She was trying it out, exploring.“So smooth,” she said.“I might need to sit down,” I said.With a smile, she put a foot down on my pants so that I would have to remove them to relocate, which I did without much protest. I perched on the window seat. She placed a bean bag between my feet and knelt down in front of me once again.“Ready?” she asked, flashing a broad smile with those beautiful eyes somehow lit up.“As I’ll ever be.”“Okay,” she said, then gave me a serious look for a moment, “and don’t you stop until you’re ready, if you get my meaning.”“Whatever you say.”Then I felt my cock engulfed in her warmth, her tongue swirling around my sensitive tip while she seemed to roll the head of my cock around her mouth, letting it fill her, then withdraw, then refill that wonderful hotness, those pretty lips stretched around me.I could do little but gasp at the sensations rippling through my body, I was having a hard time remembering to support myself as I leaned back towards the window.As she tended to me with her mouth, she also used her hands to explore me, taking in my thighs and calves as well as up to my hard cock. She cradled my balls softly and flashed me a cheeky smile.Then she was focusing all efforts on my erection, teasing out a deep moan from me as she upped the tempo, her head beginning to bob up and down on my shaft.It was wonderful, and the adoration in her eyes when she looked up at me just took it to a whole new level, and I knew I wouldn’t last long. The vibrations from her own breathing and little moans helped build up this energy inside me that could not be held back.I could feel my orgasm surging up, and for a moment, hoped I hadn’t misinterpreted her earlier request for me to keep going. The energy bubbled up inside me, and suddenly it was too late to hold back, my cock throbbing as my hot seed emerged.Georgina seemed happy enough to take my cum in her mouth, and as I came down from the great high she’d taken me to, she was lapping at my softening cock and making little contented noises.“God you have a beautiful cock,” she said, pulling away from me as I became just that little bit too sensitive to continue.“I just can’t get enough.”I returned her smile, “You can have as much as you like,” I said.“I’ll hold you to that!”I felt the cold pretty quickly afterwards, and reached for my pants as Georgina took to performing a few cartwheels in front of me.“Are you not a little cold?” I asked, since she seemed in no hurry to put on her training jacket or sweatpants.“Not even a little bit!” she said mid-spin, “feels like I’m burning up inside!”“So what’s next?”Georgina jumped to her feet, then reached out for my hands, which I presented her only to be pulled up myself. “Next,” she said, “we should head up to the top floor.”“What’s up there?”“Oh, nothing much…” there was a glint in her eye.So, curious as to what was on her mind, I followed her up to the top of the building, where it turned out her target was the female restroom.“See you in a minute,” she said, stopping me outside the door.She went inside, and the door closed behind her, leaving me waiting there, standing in the glow from the stairwell and facing the dark shelves. I was beginning to wonder what she was planning, but then she came back out.  “That was quick,” I said.“Got what I came for,” she said, with that mischievous glint her her eyes again.She held up her hand, and inside it was a box of condoms.“Are you shocked?” she asked meekly.Rock hard between my thighs, I think my cock was making some kind of a statement, but my brain was a little unsure what to say.In a little haze of lust and surprise, I said: “Are we really doing this?”“You’re in too deep to say no,” she grinned, and walked past me. “Come on, I can’t wait.”She walked into the bookshelves, no longer concerned about the darkness. As she went, I couldn’t help but stare at her sexy butt squeezed inside that leotard. A moment later, and I managed to break out of my daze, scampering after my horny little gymnast.I finally caught up to her and we kissed again, the sparks flying as her tongue slipped inside my mouth. As we tangled, her hands were pulling my clothes off, and my hands were in her hair, then slipping down to the neckline of her leotard and under the thin material.“Wait,” she said, stopping me from peeling it off her. “I want you to fuck me in my gymnastics costume.”“Okay…”She grinned, “Maybe it’ll be my lucky suit from now on.”Then off came my boxers, and Georgina was tearing open a condom packet, peeling the thing down my erect cock.I stooped briefly, nudging aside her damp leotard to reveal the pretty petals of her open vagina. I kissed around it a little, savouring her juices and running my tongue up to envelope her clit in my hot mouth.She was already so wet. I just craved that tangy, saltiness of her pussy one last time before I filled it.Then she was coaxing me upwards and forwards, pulling me close so my hardness pressed against her heat.“Fuck me,” she said, gazing into my eyes. I positioned her against a shelf. With one hand, she held on to it for balance, while the other pulled her left leg up into a standing split. The perks of fucking a gymnast, I smiled to myself. Careful to keep our protection in place, I touched the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy, feeling that irresistible heat radiating from her as I nudged forwards.Looking in her beautiful brown eyes, I eased inside her, sliding my shaft into her tightness, feeling her enclose me, her feet coming up behind me to pull me in. Her arousal was obvious as I glided inside her, her juices coating my cock.“Oh god, that’s amazing,” she breathed. I think I murmured something in reply, but it was all a little overwhelming to say anything intelligible.I withdrew, and the expression on her pretty face was almost one of pleading, desperate for more. Slick with her juices already, I thrust my cock back inside her, my entire shaft tingling with the ecstatic sensations of her hot pussy enveloping me and the exquisite feeling of being inside such a beautiful girl as Georgina.Gazing back into my eyes, my pretty little gymnast let out a quiet gasp, her lips spreading in a blissful smile.We moved together, slowly at first, though building up pace in no time. Kissing her, caressing her, holding her, it was the most blissful sensation I’d ever experienced. Her pussy so firm, so hot as it squeezed my shaft.She pressed her body into the shelf for support, and my hands found their way around her smooth curves to the gentle rise of her chest, and her hard little nipples straining against her leotard.The air was thick with the scent of her arousal, blended with her perfume, which seemed to drive me on like some kind of magic.Then, quite suddenly, all the lights in the library were switched on.For a long moment, we froze mid-thrust, looking at each other with the kind of dazed surprise that a rabbit might have when facing a pair of oncoming headlamps.There was a curious mixture of emotions. Both of us so swamped with adrenaline, our bodies wracked with lust for each other. My cock was still so hard, buried inside her, and even though I was more than a little nervous that we were about to be discovered, it was still such a thrill to be inside her, and she was now bathed in light, revealing her full beauty to me.That moment seemed to go on for ages. We did nothing but listen, and eventually heard the low sound of voices. They were somewhere on the bottom floor, and to me the obvious source was a couple of security guards doing a routine patrol.Whoever it was down there, they didn’t seem to be rushing their patrol. The library was fairly large, so after that momentary freeze, I think both of us started to relax at once.“We should get out of here,” I whispered.Georgina flashed me a look of pure lust.“I’m so close,” she said, “Just a little longer?”I raised my eyebrows at the riskiness of the suggestion, but slowly began to move inside her, squeezing my hips to withdraw, then thrust again.“You’d better be quiet,” I whispered, as she started moaning quietly again.“I’ll try,” she said. “Now fuck me! I’m right on the edge!”With her prompting, I penetrated her hot pussy, building up my power until we were both shaking the table as we writhed together.I wonder if the prospect of being caught added to the thrill of the situation, for it really took no time at all before Georgina was trembling again with another orgasm, and I could see her desperately trying to stifle her cries as the forceful climax swept through her petite frame.Caressing her slender curves as I continued to thrust inside her, I held myself a little in check until I was absolutely certain she was over the edge and there was no heading back. Seeing that she was satisfied, I pulled out, pushed her on to her knees and started stroking my cock furiously. “Cum for me.” She urged. “Cum all over my leotard. I want this to be a night to remember. I want to think of this night whenever I put this on.”At last, I released and felt that glorious sensation of my hot seed flowing out. It splattered on to her chin, with the blasts subsiding and making a mess out on her leotard.Spent, I collapsed on top of her for a brief lull, and we were kissing again, feeling so at one with each other.Then the overriding imperative of our lust began to fade, and the sense of panic started to return. Where were the security guards?I lifted myself up and reached down for my clothes, Georgina sitting up to pull the crotch of her leotard over to recover her sweet little pussy.“Where are they?” she asked in another whisper.I paused, listening. “I think they’re coming up the stairs,” I said. “But they’re not on this floor yet.”She said, “Come on!” and grabbed my hand, and we were off again, this time skulking through the shelves like a couple of cat burglars.“We could just tell them we got locked in,” I suggested in a hushed voice.“If we were both fully dressed and didn’t smell like sex, that might have worked,” Georgina grinned. “If they find me like this, I think we’d be in trouble.”“Do you think we can get past them?” she asked. “Maybe get out of here?”Part of me was a little sad at this possibility, craving more time with this hot little gymnast. We’d only had a few hours together, and the reality was that we had only just met. There was still the possibility that this would turn out to be nothing more than a crazy one-night stand.And though I’d not really taken much time out from football to really think about maintaining a full-on relationship, something had changed in me tonight. I wanted as much of Georgina as I could possibly get.Still, being a man, my pride kicked in and I stifled my concerns, saying casually, “You they left the library doors unlocked?”“There’s a good chance. The trick is going to be getting past them.”We crept to the stairwell, and edged over the banister to see if we could spot any movement, both listening out for any noise that might offer a clue as to the security guards’ whereabouts.“We could just hide,” I whispered, “then continue as though they’d never come.”“We could. But wouldn’t you rather a warm bed than a whole night in this cold place?”She had a fair point.“I guess so,” I said, perhaps a hint of regret in my voice despite the powerful sense of physical satisfaction currently flowing through my veins.I was about to suggest that we could go back to my place, or hers if she preferred, when she held a finger up to her lips, silencing me. We could see hands gripping the handrail a few flights below us - the security guards were coming up the stairs towards us.From the sound of them, there appeared to be two campus security guards, and they appeared in no hurry to clamber up the steps. Their voices were as relaxed as their climbing pace, and actually made us relax a little — clear as it was that they were here on a routine patrol, not targeting two horny students loose in the library.Still, as they arrived on the floor below us, we were on a hair trigger ready to explode into a mad dash for the safety of the bookshelves behind us.Somehow, we held our nerves. I think if the guards had taken one more step up towards us, we would have sprang into action, but after a long pause in which it became apparent that their conversation was tending towards the following weekend’s football game, their patrol route veered off into the floor below us.We waited a little longer, counting time using the pounding beats of our nervous hearts.Then I looked at Georgina and she nodded. Silently, we pulled ourselves up and took to the steps, tip-toeing our way down to the floor below. Georgina peered around the edge of the doorway, and looked back to give me the signal to proceed. Then both of us scampered down the next flight of stairs, alert for the slightest hint that we had been discovered.Feeling a little safer, we headed back down to the second floor where we had left our stuff.“Do we risk it?” I whispered.“I’m not going outside like this.” I could accept that — she had to be cold enough already dressed in nothing but her leotard. She added: “You stay here and keep a look out. I’ll get your stuff too.”I nodded, and she scurried off towards our beanbags. If anything, I was feeling a little gloomy at the end of our library adventure, but if did something to thwart our chances of escape now, she might never forgive me. I had to go along with it.A little while later, I heard the voices of the security guards again. I was almost willing them to come downstairs, to head us off at the pass and seal off our route of escape so that I might be locked up once again with Georgina.They didn’t, however. They were heading up to the top floor, and momentarily, Georgina returned dressed in her jacket and sweatpants again, clutching our papers.“Can’t forget these,” she smiled.I returned her smile, “Absolutely.”Then she grabbed my hand again, and pulled me downstairs and out towards the main entrance.My last chance was that the security-conscious guards had re-locked the main doors behind them after they entered the building. We would then have to hide somewhere on the bottom floor and hope that they had already satisfied themselves that that floor was secure. My heart in my throat, I reached out to push the door.It opened.Silently, I groaned my disappointment. Was that it? Now that we were free to go wherever we wanted, would Georgina want to see me again?Outside, it was drizzling, only adding to my sudden misery. We continued to hold hands, but paced it away from the building and possible detection by campus security. Round the next corner, we stopped to catch our breaths.“Well I guess this is good-bye, then,” I said, more than a little gloomy.“Are you crazy?” she said in a somewhat sharp tone.“Well…” I wasn’t really sure what to say.“Did you think this was the end of the night?” Her statement filled my entire being with the warmth of pure unadulterated joy.“It’s… it’s not?” was all I could utter, my brain suffering something of a power overload.“You thought it was?” she asked, and there was now a hint of worry in her voice.“No. Of course not.” My mind was whirling now.“Good,” she grinned, and grabbed a hold of my hand again. “Come over to my hall, you can sleep over tonight. Only, we’re not going to sleep very much.”“No? I like the sound of that.”“No,” said Georgina. “We’re going to go back to my place so I can have that long-overdue shower…”“And then?”“And then I’m going to tear off your clothes and fuck the living daylights out of you.”She looked at me with those big, beautiful eyes, and I knew that for us, this night was only just beginning… http://sggirls.ga love stories -- source link

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