In the library, where silence is required.
They had played two rounds of the game before Brenda suggested they give themselves a week to complete the task on the paper they picked out of the bag. She hadn't previously thought about how difficult it could be to schedule a certain time to play. Unpredictable hours aside, there were fantasies that included the element of surprise, activities that would be enjoyed more if the other person wasn't expecting it.
It wasn't until the fifth round that the game left the condo. There had been at least two scenarios that would require they be at work, and probably a handful that would happen in public - so it was only a matter of time before it happened.
Sharon just hadn't expected the library would be first on the list.
Even if she tried, she couldn't trick her mind into believing that Brenda teasing her was any less out in the open than what was suppose to happen. There may have been a table blocking the view from someone who simply glanced their way or walked past them without focusing too hard, but it didn't change that they were sitting in a library and Brenda was stroking her inner thigh, climbing higher and higher as Sharon squirmed. All someone had to do was drop a book, crouch down, and then turn their head to see what was going on. It was little reminders like that that had Sharon's heart pounding, her eyes constantly looking around her to see if someone was watching them, to see if there was a chance someone was about to see what was going on.
"You'll bring more attention to yourself if you keep actin' like you're doin' somethin' you shouldn't," Brenda said in a low voice that didn't hide her amusement.
Sharon's glare went unseen as Brenda continued looking down at the book in front of her that she probably hadn't even read a line of. "I am," she hissed back, making her point by putting her hand on Brenda's and squeezing.
Brown eyes lifted to meet Sharon's, and she saw the challenge before the blonde even spoke. Her hand was shaken off, and then Brenda leaned in a little closer, their shoulders brushing as she turned her hand and pressed into the tight space at the top of Sharon's thighs. "But that's what's makin' you so hot, isn't it? Not just me touchin' you - -"
Brenda used her other hand to make Sharon spread her legs a little more, and not even a full second went by before she was stroking Sharon's sensitive flesh through her pants and underwear. Sharon's first reaction was to moan - because Brenda had been doing as she promised, teasing her until she was ready to beg for more, and it felt so good to finally get some direct contact - but she bit her lip and squirmed undignifiedly. Her eyes lowered to watch the twist of a slender arm and the movements of Brenda's hand, unable to watch the way Brenda smirked.
"- - oh, no, that's not all you're enjoyin'." Sharon could feel her wetness soaking her panties, feel the rub of cotton against her labia. Her clitoris ached with need. If she just opened her legs a tad more, angled her hips a bit… "The risk of bein' caught," Brenda said, "you like it."
There was no questioning if she did. Brenda knew that, while she would never truly want to be caught or have someone watching them, the idea of it aroused her. The blonde had her seriously considering slouching down and spreading her legs for the hand that was slowly rubbing her - which she'd never, ever consider at any other time - so what was turning her on was quite clear.
"And you're enjoying making me wait just a little too much."
Sharon finally looked back up, caught the blonde looking around them before she worried her lip and looked at Sharon with a question in her eyes that Sharon wasn't sure she wanted to answer. She wasn't given the chance, however, because, before she could say anything, she felt Brenda moving her hand up to the waistband of her pants and trying to undo the fastening. Her heart started beating rapidly, pounding against her chest cavity as she quickly glanced around them. But the fact that they were practically out in the open did not stop her body from reacting naturally to what she couldn't deny she wanted. Her hips twitched and pushed into Brenda's hands, which the blonde grinned at.
Brenda gave up on trying to unfasten the pants with one hand and used both, twisting her body into Sharon's. It didn't hurt that it also made Brenda's breasts brush against her own, or that the warm air that left Brenda's mouth now fell upon her skin. Sharon pulled in a breath and looked around them, glad they were at least towards the back of the library and there was no one close enough to see exactly what was going on. She was afraid she didn't know how to stop this if Brenda decided to do more than tease her. She wasn't sure she wanted to be able to stop her.
Her pants unfastened. The teeth of the zipper separated. Sharon exhaled the breath she'd been holding, gripping the edge of her chair and looking around them once more before lowering her gaze to watch Brenda. For a library, Sharon expected a better source of lighting. She would have enjoyed it a little more as she watched Brenda move her shirt aside and slip her fingers past the waistband of her panties. The lack of light didn't stop her from groaning at the sight of Brenda's hand in her pants, her muscles jumping beneath her skin as the younger woman grazed her stomach.
For a moment there was nothing but the sounds of her breaths (rushing) and Brenda's throaty moan as she felt how wet Sharon was. Sharon slid down a little in her seat, her eyes closed as she felt herself blushing, unable to believe what she was doing when she guided Brenda's hand. The new angle allowed the blonde a better chance to feel and rub her fingers through all the hot moisture that her touching had created. Brenda turned more in her seat, and then, so very slowly, dipped her middle finger into Sharon's heat. She clenched around the digit and gritted her teeth, willing herself to stay quiet when all she wanted to do was moan appreciatively.
She felt hot all over, and it only got worse as Brenda brought her other hand to the back of Sharon's neck, massaging just below her hairline before sliding up into her hair and urging Sharon to look at her. Brenda's finger moved slowly, her knuckle rubbing the edge of her opening, creating small little jolts of pleasure that traveled up to her clitoris. Her eyelids felt heavy, but she opened them anyway, forcing herself to look at Brenda. At a moment like this, nobody should be able to look as innocent as Brenda did. It was a bit frustrating to feel herself fighting not to rock her hips into Brenda's palm but see the younger woman looked at her just as she would any other day.
"How long were you goin' to let me keep touchin' you without tellin' me you wanted this?"
The honest answer was that she hadn't planned on saying anything. They'd both known why they were there, and they both knew how this would play out. Sharon wanted it - it was her fantasy, after all, to be fucked in a library and not be able to make a sound - but she didn't want it to happen unless Brenda wanted it as well. Sharon knew Brenda loved getting her worked up at inappropriate times, and so they had led with that. But having Brenda make the first move was necessary, and Sharon was sure Brenda had already known that.
Suddenly, Brenda stopped, pulling her hand out of Sharon's pants and standing in one swift motion. "Up," she commanded, her eyes full of desire. What had she missed in the few moments she stopped paying attention? "Let's go."
"Go?" Sharon echoed, not caring that the word came out more as a squeak than she would have normally liked. There was an insistent throbbing between her thighs, where she longed to have Brenda touching her again, even if it was only the light stroking that didn't hold promise for anything but a wanting for more. She reached down to fasten her pants as she softly asked, "You want to leave?"
She'd seen Brenda look at a lot of people like they were stupid before, but she'd never felt such hope after seeing that look directed at her. "No, no, of course I don't want to leave." An almost unnoticeable flush was starting to appear on Brenda's skin as she twisted her lips and looked around them. "I, I, I-" Brenda waved her hand for Sharon to get up, and once she was standing, Brenda cleared her throat. "Just follow me to somewhere a little more private."
"Oh."
"Yes," Brenda drawled, rolling her eyes and then smiling affectionately. "Now let's go!"
'Somewhere a little more private' was against the side of one of the back shelves, where they only had to worry about people approaching from either side of the bookshelf, behind them a wall of old encyclopedias that looked like they hadn't been touched in over a decade. Brenda had pushed her up against it and started kissing her, mouth hot and desperate, like racing against a clock even as her fingers only drew teasing lines over Sharon's belly. Sharon's eyes slammed shut. She allowed herself to be kissed, let Brenda use her mouth to lick and bite and suck until she was panting and staring up at the ceiling.
"Oh my god," she breathed, shaking a little, as Brenda mouthed at her neck and reached behind her to squeeze the firm flesh of her ass. Brenda laughed against Sharon's throat, taking her time to treat that spot with a long, slow suction that made Sharon's entire body vibrate with pleasure. "Oh…"
"Shhh." Brenda put her hands on either side of Sharon's face and looked at her with one of Sharon's favorite looks, the kind that made her weak in the knees and wet with a probably-unhealthy amount of want. "You're supposed to be quiet. Remember?" Brenda nodded until Sharon nodded as well, and then warm lips gently brushed over her own. "Wouldn't want anyone to hear you, would you?" she whispered between light pecks that made Sharon's skin tingle.
Sharon was turned around so that she faced the wood panel. Brenda pulled her hair to the side and ducked down to kiss along the column of her neck. Sharon titled her head to the side, welcoming the soft brush of lips against her skin. She could see down the row of books and to the aisle that went from the back of the library to the front. Brenda scraped her teeth gently where the shoulder and neck met, and then dragged her warm tongue up the length of Sharon's neck, making it nearly impossible for her to focus on anything else. The throbbing between her legs was becoming more erratic; she was getting a little impatient.
A warm hand slipped under her shirt and caressed her hip, the feather-light touch making her abdominal muscles flutter and her center throb. Brenda's other hand did the same to the right hip, causing the same reaction. She could feel her heart beating so loudly in her chest that she was sure it was trying to escape. The other woman's hands were so close to where all the heat in her body seemed to be generating, fingers inching closer and closer, slipping under the waistband of her pants a little, teasing her. It was wonderful and maddening all at once.
Brenda captured her ear in her mouth and sucked on it. Pleasure washed over her like a hot wave, and as she trembled against Brenda and breathed out roughly, she swore she would drown it. Her hands reached behind her, needing to feel Brenda closer.
"This would be so much better if I could have had you sittin' up on that table for me," Brenda said into her ear, like she'd been thinking it the whole time and just couldn't keep it in anymore.
Sharon inhaled through her nose, nodding her head in agreement. Having her ass rub against Brenda like this as the younger woman's mouth explored the side of her neck felt quite amazing, too, she wanted to point out. And the fingers that were making her breathless from nothing other than teasing strokes on her stomach weren't bad either - even if she really did wish Brenda would stop with the teasing and fuck her. They could only spend so much time behind the bookshelves in a library before someone saw.
"Maybe with one of your skirts on instead, my hand between your legs." Sharon shook her head, breathing harshly. "No? You wouldn't like that?" she asked in that syrupy-sweet innocent voice of hers.
Sharon couldn't answer, though - not even non-verbally. She was distracted when she finally felt Brenda unfastening her pants. She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth, lightly biting down on it to stop herself from making any sounds. Her vision blurred as Brenda's tongue flickered over her earlobe and one of her hands slid into her underwear. She bowed her head, resting it against the wood as she rolled her hips into Brenda's hand. Please, please, please…
"Sure feels like you like having my hand down here."
Skilled fingers spread Sharon's wetness all over her heated flesh, making sure to rub a little harder against all the places Brenda knew Sharon loved having a little more pressure. Having a lover who knew her body so well was something Sharon appreciated, even if it was knowledge that helped Brenda with her unrelenting teasing
"But maybe that's not what you'd like," she continued, parting the folds of Sharon's labia with her ring and forefinger. She could have sighed out a million thanks when Brenda ran her middle finger up her slit, all the way to her clitoris. "How about my mouth?" she asked knowingly, her breath warm against Sharon's ear. "Is that what you'd want?"
Time seemed to slow down as Brenda waited for a response from her; she didn't move her fingers, didn't say anything, didn't do anything but continue to let her soft breaths tickle Sharon's skin. Sharon's heart raced, her eyes opening so she could look at Brenda, a plea for more in them.
"Is it?" Brenda pressed. "Do you want to be spread out on that table with my head between your legs? Hmm?"
Sharon's lips parted in a silent moan, her head bobbing up and down quickly. She was rewarded instantly, two fingers coming where she needed them most, rubbing over her heavily pulsing clit. Yes! She took a quick glance down both sides of the bookshelf and then closed her eyes again.
"Right there where everyone could see - -" Brenda moaned against Sharon's ear, and she felt like she was starting to suffocate as she had to stop yet another moan from leaving her lips, "- - where everyone could hear how responsive you are when I'm usin' my mouth on you - -" Brenda brought her hand up under Sharon's shirt and cupped her breast through her bra, "- - because you wouldn't be quiet then, would you?"
In the scene Brenda was creating, Sharon couldn't imagine that she'd be quiet. Brenda discovering how much she enjoyed going down on Sharon had led to Sharon remembering how much she loved having oral sex performed on her. Brenda was always eager, kissing and sucking and licking everywhere like she just couldn't get enough of Sharon. She felt like her brain short-circuited just from imagining it.
"You can barely do it now," she heard Brenda say, and it was then that she noticed the way she was starting to gasp, knees weak as she trembled. "But you don't want us to get caught - -" Brenda's thumb rubbed back and forth over her nipple through the bra Sharon wished she would just pull it down so she could feel Brenda's skin against her own, "- - not when you're so close. 'Cause then I'd have to stop."
Sharon's fist balled and made a small thud against the wood. No, no, no, she wanted to say. Please don't stop! Brenda dragged her mouth down to Sharon's neck, dropping kisses here and there. Sharon's temples throbbed; her bones felt weak; her breaths were either too rushed or barely making it from her lungs. Brenda swirled her fingers around until she found just the right spot, moaning and pressing her teeth into Sharon's neck when her hips jerked. Brenda stayed right where she wanted her, moving her fingers up and down and then in a circular motion, almost matching the pull on her nipple through the smooth fabric of her bra.
"We won't have to worry 'bout that - -" Brenda nuzzled and kissed her neck, wrapping an arm around Sharon's midsection, "- - will we? I'm gonna make you come, and you're goin' to keep quiet. Isn't that right?"
Not wanting to risk it, Sharon nodded, lips tight and face flushed. Whatever Brenda said, she'd do it. She couldn't hold on much longer. She was panting and felt like she was about to snap in half. She was tense everywhere, her body preparing for the orgasm that she could feel forming low in her belly. Brenda was making deliberate circles and kissing the side of her neck, making Sharon's nerves feel like they were on fire.
"Good," she purred, "good."
It was only a few seconds later that Sharon's head was tilted back on Brenda's shoulder and her own hand was covering her mouth as the blonde covered her throat with wet lips. She came a little too harshly, quivering and grabbing the bookshelf so hard her nails had probably left little crescent marks on it. She could feel her chest burn with the need to cry out, to moan, to breathe. Brenda let her rub against her fingers until the pleasure turned into an ache and she had taken all she could. Then, Brenda's fingers dipped lower and slowly swept through the thick moisture there. Sharon shivered a little, exhaling shakily as Brenda pulled her hand out and gave Sharon a few moments to herself.
Sharon reached down and fastened her pants up as she caught her breath and watched Brenda suck her fingers clean, turning around. Her skin was flushed, her eyelids had fluttered closed, and then her cheeks hollowed and a low moan left the blonde's throat and vibrated in Sharon's bones. Sharon swallowed her own moan, eyes fixed on the way the younger woman's lips wrapped around the digits and her tongue slipped between her fingers when she parted her lips a little, creating an erotic image that Sharon would undoubtedly be thinking about the next few days. Full lips turned up in a grin as Brenda opened her eyes, pulling glistening fingers away from her mouth slowly. Sharon felt a fresh wave of desire wash over her body, warm and heavy.
"That was amazin', wasn't it?"
Sharon could only nod, her breathing still uneven, her mind a little fuzzy around the edges. Brenda closed the space between them, pressing Sharon harder into the side of the shelves. When Brenda exhaled, the air tickled her neck and made her shiver slightly, a soft sigh slipping out of her as she closed her eyes.
"I knew it would be," Brenda whispered, brushing a delicate kiss against her neck. "I'll admit, I didn't think you could stay quiet," she continued, her voice dropping down to that low timbre that it sometimes went to when she was aroused. "But you did." She kissed up to the curve of Sharon's jawbone, just below her ear, and nipped, eliciting a small groan. "But how long can you really do that, baby?"
"Brenda," Sharon croaked, a warning, she'd like to say - but it sounded like the encouragement it truly was. Whenever Brenda called her baby like that, low and dragged out, there was always something exciting to follow.
"Hmm?" Her tongue drew a wet line over to the brunette's ear. "How much do you think you can take before I push you just enough?" Brenda huffed out and ran her hand up Sharon's thigh, bringing it to her hip, where she squeezed as Sharon's breathing picked up. "How much more would it take before - -" Brenda sucked behind Sharon's ear, the hint of teeth giving her reason to tilt her head invitingly, her breathing harsh now, "- - before I'm makin' you feel so good that you just can't help yourself?"
Sharon opened her mouth to speak, but the only thing to come out was a rush of air and an unintelligible sound that could have meant anything. Brenda's mouth was so warm, and so very soft, moving over the sensitive spots Sharon loved having Brenda spend her time on. She could barely breathe. There was even less hope for actual words to form.
Brenda's deep groan filled Sharon's ear and kept going until it settled between her legs, heating her up the entire way. "Tell me," she whispered, wrapping her lips around the edge of Sharon's ear and rubbing slowly. "How much more until you don't even remember what composure is?" Sharon's eyes forced shut as her lips parted. "How much more…" Brenda trailed off, capturing Sharon's ear between her teeth.
Sharon took in a shaky breath. Her fingers slowly curled, creating fists that she clenched tightly as Brenda nibbled on her earlobe, making her ache all over like she hadn't just been desperately rubbing up against the very fingers that were teasingly stroking her hip. Sharon heard herself moan, unable to stop it - which Brenda had to have expected, because she chuckled a little in her throat in that way she always did when she knew exactly what she was doing to Sharon.
Sharon's heart was racing as she looked around them, unable to see much of anything from where she stood. Brenda's tongue flicked over her ear, twice, before she let her warm breath tickle the wet skin. Sharon's knees felt weak. Her lip burned from where she'd dug her teeth into it to stop herself from moaning again. Her stomach was in knots with equal parts of worry and arousal. Not being caught once was lucky. Sharon managing to stay quiet had felt like a miracle. But if Brenda kept on touching her, kept on making her feel like she was going to implode from nothing more than ear nibbling, they wouldn't be as lucky next time.
She brought one of her hands to Brenda's slender waist, her hold tight. Brenda released her ear almost immediately, which should have stopped the heavy pulsing that was happening between her thighs - but then Brenda moaned, breathy and directly into Sharon's ear, and it felt like she might just climax right then.
"Oh, God." Her hips bucked without her permission, seeking, needing.
Brenda moaned again, moving her hand to the fastening of Sharon's pants, undoing it with just one hand this time. Sharon's head thunked back against the wood, another low moan leaving her mouth. Brenda kissed over her ear, skipped unzipping the zipper of her pants, and then slipped her hand into Sharon's underwear. Her knees threatened to buckle as she twisted, angling her hips while Brenda's fingers slid over her sensitive, wet flesh. Deft fingers swirled over her clit a few times before moving to the source of the wetness, and Sharon couldn't stop the groan that formed as a response.
"There we go," Brenda breathed more than spoke.
Her fingers moved back to Sharon's clitoris, barely touching it as she stroked up and down. She knew it was meant to tease her - because Brenda loved making her ache until she absolutely couldn't hold on anymore - but she just couldn't take it, not when it was so risky and she wanted it so badly. She could feel herself starting to tremble, her legs almost as unsteady as her breathing. She brought her hand down to Brenda's, and as she pushed her hand over the other woman's through her pants, she whimpered.
"Please."
"Shhh." Brenda placed a gentle kiss over her pulse point and then moved back to her ear. Sharon could feel the rolling of bones in Brenda's hand as she applied a little more pressure, just enough to get Sharon to feel like she could keep breathing for a few more minutes. "As much as I want to know - -" she skimmed her teeth over the edge of the sensitive lobe she'd been nibbling on before, and Sharon's body tingled with anticipation, "- - as thrillin' as I'm findin' this - -" she moved her fingers a little faster, her hip pushing on both of their hands, increasing the pressure and making it feel so damn good; Sharon 'mmmm'ed, "- - I'm not gonna let you - -"
Sharon's eyes flew opened, her heart pounding as she rocked her hips greedily. "You're not…" Her breath caught in her throat with the rest of her words.
"- - I'm not goin' to let you reach that point here in the library." Sharon's protests were ignored as Brenda slowly, one by one, started taking away all the things that were making her body feel so wonderful. "We're going to go home, where you can be as vocal as you like." She put a little space between them from the chest down. "And I, I'm gonna watch you undress - -" she gave Sharon a few of those maddening circles against the side of her clit, not continuing even though Sharon whimpered when she stopped, "- - as I take off my clothes. Then… I'm goin' to kiss you everywhere, just like you love."
Despite her intense desire to have Brenda finish what she'd just started, she felt herself nodding along to Brenda's words.
The last connection between them ended as the blonde stepped back, her lust-darkened eyes looking over Sharon. She could only imagine how disheveled she looked. For the second time, Brenda brought her wet fingers to her mouth, savouring the taste of Sharon as she finally looked up and fixed her eyes on Sharon's. She saw a hunger in Brenda's eyes, and it made her already-wired body tremble.
"When we get home," Brenda said a few seconds later, wiping her hand on her jeans before going to Sharon's pants to close them up, looking into her eyes, "you get somethin' else I know you'll love." Sharon's only response was an arched eyebrow. "Let's just say, I love bein' able to taste you - -" Brenda licked her lips, as if to emphasize her point, "- - but I think a more…direct tastin' would be better." A small groan bubbled up from Sharon's throat, and Brenda grinned. "I guess you agree, then."
Sharon cleared her throat, licked her lips, and then straightened up a little as she nodded once. "Let's go home," she said, her words final, as if it was her idea all along.
Brenda lightly bit on her lower lip as she smiled, stepping back and waving her hand. "Lead the way."