Stories for L. II

[JonCierzo]

L. was exhausted, but she decided to heed Marta's advice and go with her to the library to study. The competitive exam was fast approaching, and this time, she had to pass.

It will be fun, Marta had told her. At first, she didn't quite understand it, how could studying be fun?

They met at the door of the library in the neighborhood. It was a hot afternoon, and L. was wearing a flowing dress that accentuated her hips and left little to the imagination. She enjoyed seeing, out of the corner of her eye, the looks of men and women as she passed.

When L. arrived at the library, Marta was already sitting inside. L. saw her smile when she saw her. She was wearing a tight t-shirt that made her breasts stand out.

They sat across from each other and greeted each other quietly, so as not to disturb. That afternoon, the library was crowded with young people.

As she sat down, L. felt the cold contact of the chair on her bare buttocks.

The truth is, it was hard for her to concentrate; the sight of Marta in front of her didn't help at all, she couldn't stop looking at her breasts and imagining how her hands would trace her delicate skin.

At one point, Marta caught her staring shamelessly and smiled.

"I brought you something..." Marta approached a box. "Don’t open it here, go to the bathroom..."

L., obedient, took the box and went to the bathroom, nervous and excited to see what it could be. She made sure there was no one around before opening the box. It was some sort of vibrator, oval-shaped to place between her legs, with a curious shape, like a tadpole, with a little tail sticking out of it.

L. easily inserted the device between her legs; her imagination was already running wild, and the excitement was such that the device slid in without difficulty.

She came out of the bathroom and returned to the table where they were sitting. It was a long table, and as she returned, she noticed a guy had sat near them at the same table. He was facing away, with a strong and wide back.

Each step made L. tremble; the device was rubbing against her, and she could feel its presence, which only excited her more.

Halfway, Marta looked up and saw L. approaching; she had her phone in her hand and a smile on her face...

She started playing with the phone, and L. began to feel a tingling between her legs; something was vibrating inside her, subtly, but enough for her to let out a sigh.

A flush spread across her body. She looked around, scared and nervous, hoping no one had noticed, but secretly hoping they had. It was true that this session was going to be more fun than the others.

When she reached the table, she felt the cold of the chair on her buttocks again, now warm from the excitement. She saw the guy who had sat next to them, a strong guy with glasses and very handsome. Their eyes met, and they smiled.

Marta and L. exchanged glances; this was turning out to be fun, and it hadn’t even started yet.

L. didn’t know when, but at any moment, she could be hit by a shiver; this was impossible to concentrate. A few minutes passed without anything happening, and then, suddenly, she felt it again: that buzz between her legs.

She squeezed her thighs, ***ful that the sound could be heard. The intensity increased, more and more, and each time she felt it stronger. She wanted to moan, but she couldn’t, she couldn’t make any noise or attract attention, and that only made it worse.

She thought she noticed the guy was looking at her — he must have realized, she thought.

Marta, aware of this, was playing with her phone discreetly, pushing her breasts against the table provocatively. She moistened her lip with her tongue and smiled without taking her eyes off her books.

L. opened her legs and arched her back, almost unable to stop herself. She was losing control, what a delicious shame she was feeling. She could feel how her pussy was getting wetter and pressed her muscles against the device that moved inside her. Covering her mouth with one hand, while with the other, she dug her nails into her thighs to ease the pleasure that was coursing through her body, she couldn’t help but look at the guy next to her, and she thought she saw an erection under the fabric of his pants.

He had noticed! How delicious it seemed to her, how badly she wanted to rip off his pants and ride him while the whole library watched. He caught her looking, as if he could read her mind; his face gave him away. He smiled and looked at Marta, who returned his gaze with a smile… They knew each other, Marta and that guy knew each other. Now she was sure! It had all been planned.

He leaned a little toward L. and placed his hand on her thigh. Marta was watching them, phone in hand, enjoying the scene. The vibrator’s intensity rose and fell, like a sensual dance, waves of pleasure spreading through her body, starting from her legs and clouding her mind.

The guy’s hot hand moved towards L.'s legs and began to caress where her underwear should have been. L.’s breath quickened to the point where hiding it became difficult, and then, just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, when she thought they were going to throw her out of the library in disgrace, the vibration stopped.

The hands moved away from her. Marta stood up, whispered something to the guy in her ear that L. didn’t hear, and grabbed L. by the hand. Together, they went to the bathroom. L.’s legs were shaking; she felt her chest pounding like a drum: pompom, pompom, pompom.

The guy stayed there, as if nothing had happened.

The walk to the bathroom felt long to L., very long; she felt like everyone was staring at her, and as they approached, the vibration started to increase again. Marta grabbed her mouth and pushed her into one of the stalls, while with her other hand, she turned the vibration to its maximum and looked her in the eyes.

L. was almost losing control: Marta’s heat so close, her hand covering her mouth, her smile, the relentless vibration. She heard the bathroom door open; someone entered and knocked on the door where they were.

L. was against the wall, pleading, with her legs trembling from pleasure. She thought Marta would lower the vibration, end the ***, even if only for a moment. But instead, she opened the bathroom door, letting the mysterious guy who had been sitting with them in.

Without a word, she brought him in with them; the space was small, and it was impossible not to brush against each other as they passed.

Marta lowered his pants and knelt in front of him. L. saw the hard, hot erection in front of her; Marta put her phone away, without turning off the vibrator, and began licking the juicy cock in front of her, holding it with both hands.

L. could only watch the scene, submissive as she was, concentrating on not screaming. Marta left the guy to kiss L.; Marta’s saliva, mixed with the guy’s fluids, made the kiss delicious to L.

“Do you like my friend?” Marta asked L., who could only nod with her eyes, because speaking was impossible without letting out a moan.

Marta sat on the cistern, pulling her pants down first, opened her legs, and told L. to come closer to eat. L., obedient, brought her face to Marta’s legs and began to devour them with all the new techniques she had learned...

In this position, her dress rode up above her hips, showing her ass and her dripping legs. The guy was behind her; she felt him grab her hips and the heat of his member between her legs, which entered without difficulty.

L. moaned, but the moan was muffled by Marta’s legs, who at this point was holding L.’s head firmly against her clitoris. The guy started thrusting hard; L. felt his cock entering deeper and deeper, mixed with the incessant vibration. Marta’s smell, her taste, was an aphrodisiac to her.

She was about to come; she couldn’t resist much longer. She was on the verge of exploding.

She grabbed Marta’s breasts with one hand while inserting her fingers inside Marta with the other. The guy was no longer a person, but a thirsty ***, fucking relentlessly, slapping L.’s smooth ass.

The heat, the steam, the pleasure, everything mixed in that small space. L. didn’t know how many minutes had passed, or if anyone else had entered the bathroom, because she couldn’t hear anything beyond what was happening, and she didn’t care.

Marta moaned, the guy moaned, and L. felt their intense orgasms at the same time, making her own delicious and strong. The three of them kissed, caressed, and smiled at each other.

He was the first to leave, without saying goodbye, without a word, just like he had come. Then Marta, without stopping to take the vibrator out of L.’s legs, gently did her thing. L. felt a shiver.

It was L.’s turn now; she looked at herself in the mirror before leaving: she was red and dishevelled, with a smile from ear to ear. Suddenly, all the monotony of the afternoon had vanished.

She left the bathroom and felt the gaze of everyone on her; men and women looked at her with desire and envy. She walked, with clumsy steps, toward the table where they were.

The guy was no longer there; only Marta was sitting at the table. L. sat back in the chair she had occupied before and felt the cold again on her buttocks, now red. The chair was wet with the fluids she had released earlier; she hadn’t noticed until now.

Marta whispered a phrase, without looking at her: "I told you it was going to be fun."

That morning, she hadn’t studied much, but it had been more productive than any other study session.

-The End-

Edited March 2 by JonCierzo