Catch her in the act.

After spending a few days thinking about Julie and her odd behavior, I decided to see if I couldn't catch her in the act again. I was curious about why it seemed she was masturbating in the library... and what she'd do if she knew I'd seen her. On Monday, I watched eagerly for Julie, ignoring most of my actual duties to stand by the circulation desk and watch students and faculty enter the library. It was half an hour before closing, the same time she'd come in on Friday, before I saw Julie rush into the library. She seemed to avoid meeting my greeting wave, turning and hurrying back towards the far corner of the library where I'd encountered her before the weekend. I busied myself filing some books for the next ten minutes or so, finding random chores for my work-study students to keep them from wandering back into the reading room, before sneaking that way myself.

As I neared the reading nook, I could hear soft quick breathing, muffled panting coming from behind the bookshelves that formed the corner of the library. Pausing I listened carefully, imagining just what Julie was doing back there as barely audible gasps and moans reached my ears accompanied by the rustling of cloth. I stood there listening, her moans and sighs becoming more frequent, her gasps a little louder, before I stepped around the corner of the bookshelf. I smiled at the sight that greeted me. Julie was hunched over the desk, her eyes closed, her teeth biting into her lower lip as her hands were busy between her legs. From my angle I couldn't see what she was doing, the table leg and her chair blocked my view under the desk, but it was obvious that she was masturbating furiously. She was so lost in her self-pleasure that she wasn't aware of my presence, didn't know I was there, as her body tensed, her back arching as a low groan of satisfaction rumbled low in her throat. Her body slumped forward, her forehead resting against the cool wood of the desk as she panted, her chest heaving as climaxed there in front of me. She stayed like that for a few moments, her breathing slowly returning to normal before she straightened up, her eyes going wide as she spied me standing there. Her cheeks flushed a deeper red as Julie realized that I had been watching her, that I had caught her in the act, but she didn't say anything as she smoothed her clothes down and stood up. She quickly gathered her things, not looking or speaking to me as she shoved papers back into her briefcase and strode out of the reading nook as if nothing had happened.

I didn't see Julie in the library for the rest of the week despite keeping a vigilant watch out for her. I saw her a few times on campus, in the halls of the college, but each time she was busy, talking to another professor or student, and she seemed to be avoiding looking at me, studiously avoiding meeting my eyes.

I had just about given up hope that Julie was going to return to the library, that I'd get the chance to catch her in the act again, when she reappeared. It was the Wednesday after I'd caught her, at about ten minutes before the library closed and I was just finishing up filing the books from the day when Julie came in. She seemed in a rush, distracted, barely looking at me or anyone else in the library as she hurried towards her usual spot. I finished filing the last of the books, said good-night to my work-study students, and made sure there was no one else in the library before I slowly made my way towards the corner reading nook.