Actually, it's time to politely ask her for sex

You feel that the date with the assistant librarian has run its course and decide to pop the question. It's not something that you usually ask a girl on your first date, especially with how quick this date has gone… but you have a good feeling about the implications of the book in your backpack. Worst case scenario: she never talks to you again and you don't have to interact with her anymore. Best case: she's into it and you get to fuck one of the hotter redheads you've come across.

You lean over and whisper your intentions into her ear as the music grows louder around you. She nods her ascent, just as calmly as if you had asked to buy her another drink or give her a ride home. The exact phrasing on the page in the book meant she couldn't say no, but it was still startling how easy it was. You extend your hand and she takes it. Is she stands from her seat to follow you, a small part of you wonders if this is purely coincidence.

You both head to the back down a hallway and find a unisex bathroom situated between the two others. The room is vacant; you pull her in and quickly lock the door.

You look around the checkered floor and the walls plastered with flyers for local bands. It seems pretty dirty, and your shoes stick slightly to the floor. The music is piped into the bathroom, and it's loud enough that it's actually harder to talk in here.

She stares at you, expectantly, and your mind flashes to the scene from earlier when her chest was exposed in the library. You'd like to get a closer look at them. You quickly grab her sweater and pull it up over her head, which reveals her breasts. You you pull the sweater up past your arms, but it catches on her wrists. Instead of pulling it completely off, you wrap it around her hands, raising them above her head, as you push her against the wall.

You both turn your heads, and see your reflections in the mirror. You work your way from the top of her neck down, gently kissing her smooth skin as one of your hands cups her boob. Her nipple is hard, and as you graze it, you hear her moan a little. Your other hand dives behind and pulls her skirt down to her thighs. As your face reaches her belly button, you pull back and see that she's wearing an elegant, bright blue g-string.

You spin her around, placing her hands on the wall. You glance into the mirror, and see her arched back and ample breasts dangling perfectly back and forth from the sudden motion. You look down and see her round ass. She sees you looking, and pushes it up towards your crotch. With one hand you open your pants and whip out your dick, and with the other you pull her thong to the side. She's fairly wet and you find little resistance as you insert yourself. As you are both flooded with stimulating pleasure, you start to pump against her rhythmically. Her moans grow louder and more excited as you dig in steady yourself by grabbing her exposed tits.

By the time the song that's playing finishes, so do both of you. You know you've hit the spot, and she takes a moment to gather herself. She grabs some tissue and wipes herself off and puts her clothing back on. For a split second you see a reflection in the mirror: small devious eyes staring at you through the grill of the vent near the ceiling. You spin quickly around, but they vanish.

Not long after, you leave the bar and put her information and number into your phone contact list. She goes by Gwen, and if tonight is any indication, Gwen seems like the quiet girl who is down for any number of lurid activities. She's a sophomore, and her room on campus is in a different building. You think about giving her a hug or a kiss on the way out, but she shoots you a look like that's moving too fast in the relationship. Instead she waves and heads off briskly into the night.

If you weren't before, you're definitely tired now. You walk along the street alone and notice a shooting star along the eastern seaboard. You head back to your dorm room and fall quickly to sleep.