Still 10 years earlier...
We exit the library to discover that daylight is quickly fading. I check my phone. 6:39.
"Did you know the music building has private rooms for practicing your music away from the prying ears of any judgment?" She asks.
I shake my head, "I did not know that."
She nods smiling, "They do. And most students put papers over the window so that they can practice in blissful anonymity." She takes my hand and speeds up across the quad towards the music building.
I follow closely distracted by what she isn't saying to me. My heart begins to beat faster the longer we walk in anticipation of what she has in store for me. We head down a small corridor along the side of the building and enter down a dimly lit hall. I can hear music floating out of different rooms. A violin plays a sad melody I swear I know, but cannot quite make out. Some unseen big brass instrument bellows notes off beat behind a papered up room to my right. A surge of energy runs through me as she pulls me into a vacant room at the end of the hall and closes the door behind us.
"The perfect crime," she smirks pulling me in for a long kiss.
The room is empty but for a single wooden chair, a music stand and a small trash can. The window that would compromise us is covered in newspaper. I smile at the thought of her coming here previously and taping it up herself.
I drop my book on the floor and toss her bag into the chair. I push her against the door searching for a lock with my left hand.
She laughs at me, "No locks. We'll just have to be very quiet if you don't want to get caught."
Another rush of endorphins floods my body. "Bad girl," I encourage her deviousness.
She kisses me again and rubs her body against me provocatively. I exhale excitedly and reach for my belt. I fumble a second before successfully unfastening the buckle. I pause for a moment sizing up the situation.
"How do you want to do this?" I asked unsure.
She takes a step back and unbuttons her jeans seductively dropping them to the floor, "You're the expert. You tell me." She steps out of her pants and kicks them at me.
I chuff modestly, "I don't know if I'm an expert..."
She removes her shirt slowly, "I think you're an expert."
I take off my shirt and step out of my jeans tilting my head to the side at the thought, "But you don't have anyone to compare me to."
She steps forward and kisses me sweetly tossing my shirt aside. "Hmmm. I wonder if that matters," she muses.
"Cute," I push her back towards the chair. She moves her bag to the floor and sits in her black bra and panties legs spread apart in a welcoming fashion.
"Come here," She pulls me closer rubbing my hard on through my boxers. She looks up at me mischievously before pulling off my remaining layer of clothing and taking me into her mouth. I close my eyes at the wonderful sensation of her mouth. A small moan escapes my lips before I remember our situation. The risk of being discovered certainly added an extra layer of naughtiness to this tryst.
"Shit," I breathe enthusiastically before it hits me. I didn't bring a condom. "Shit," I state almost in a panic.
She stops and looks up at me my cock still in her hand, "Problem?"
"I," I stammer momentarily before spitting it out, "I didn't bring any protection."
She releases me and reaches into her bag producing a box of condoms.
I smile as I take the box from her hand. She was prepared.
"Twelve?" I jest opening the box and skillfully removing the white wrapper, "How many times do you plan on having sex?"
I toss the remaining condoms on top of her bag before rolling the slippery rubber down my cock.
I pull her up to me for a kiss reaching my hand between her legs as I do. She gasps as I leisurely slide my middle finger inside her, she is already wet. I feel another surge race through my body. I quickly take off her panties and turn her facedown in the chair. She leans down bracing herself with her forearms. She looks back at me as I gently ease into her. God she feels good.
I push into her completely and hold her there. She beings rocking her hips while quietly moaning making the sensation even more incredible. I grab the strap across her back and use it to maneuver her to my liking. I push her forward before pulling her back onto me a little harder each time.
She closes her eyes and dips her head down between her arms. A quick moan escapes her lips before she places a hand over her mouth to prevent another outburst.
Back and forth I rock her quietly enjoying the moment. She stands on her tiptoes and pushes back onto me forcefully. She breathes in and out of her hand cumming abruptly. I give her a few more thrusts before succumbing to my own climax. I push into her one last time before holding the rubber in place as I pull out.
I carefully remove the condom and dispose of it in the small trash can. I turn to find her redressing. I grab my boxers off the floor and wipe my hands off before carefully putting them back on.
"Next time we should bring towels or something," I suggest.
"Sorry if I'm too messy for you," she steps over her bag and kisses me.
"Never apologize for that," I laugh spanking her ass over her jeans.
I finish dressing and look down at the used condom sitting in the trash. I reach for the papers covering our window and rip them down. I crumble them up loosely and arrange them on the top of the trash concealing our misdeed.
"There," I gesture wiping my hands on my jeans, "Now it's the perfect crime."
She grabs her bag and leans into me, "Impressive."
She peers out the now unblocked window. After a moment she opens the door slowly peeking her head down the hallway.
"We're clear," she jokes stepping into the hall.
I step beside her putting my right arm around her as we walk back down the hallway, "Think of all the amazing things I can teach you young one."
"Shut up," she laughs, "You're not even that much older than me."
I kiss her forehead, "And yet I am so much wiser..."
"Asshole," she whispers under her breath nudging me in the ribs with her elbow, "Now come on. We have a project to finish."
She leads me back through the now darkened quad towards the glowing library across campus. I hold her close as we walk; we don't speak we just walk slowly, contentedly. There is nowhere else I'd rather be.