Flashback! (Alicia’s Perspective)

“Run!” You hear Marlena shout. You don’t need to be told twice and take off hot on her heels back towards your clothes.

Your heart is pounding him your chest as you see the beams of light from the flashlights passing all around you. You hear a scream from behind you but you don’t dare turn around to see if Its Andrew or Mary who’s been caught. All that matters now is reaching the pathway where Alaina and Greg are waiting with your clothes.

All night you had felt very self conscious about the size of your tits being the smallest of the group but now as you were running for your life you realized that they were a bit of a blessing. Marlena just up ahead of you’d big tits kept bouncing ever which way in what looked like a very painful manner.

You and Marlena ended the center quad and are again exposed by the bright lights. This time instead of your groups jubilant cheers you hear a chorus of cheers from the dorms. For the first time all night the cheers don’t fuel your embarrassment but something else. Your pride. You pressed on harder pulling even with Marlena. You didn’t want to get caught that was for sure. But previously it had been because of the embarrassment and getting into trouble. Now it was because if you got caught it meant not completing the task and the pride that came with it.

The couple on the blanket had disappeared out of your path as you continued running. You chanced a glance over your shoulder to see where the flashlights were. There were two directly behind you. As you turned back you could sense Marlena starting to peel off towards where you hoped Greg and Alaina still stood with your clothes. Even if you make it over there before the cops chasing you you’d never have enough time to get your dress back on before they grabbed you. You make your decision. If you can make it to the library there would be many more places to hide. You could wait until your friends found you. Or at least till the heat died down and you could maybe find them... it was a risk. But not riskier than anything else you’ve done tonight.

As you approach the front steps you glance up at the large 6 story windowed facade. The library was open to students 24/7. And for this early in the semester and on a Friday Night you didn’t expect it to be crowded if anyone was there at all. But you still saw several students peering down at you from the windows.

You take the steps two at a time and burst through the main doors into the foyer. Your bare feet slip on the cool tile of the floor. You take half a second to get your bearings. The main desk is manned by a lone student who’s eyes appear ready to burst out of his head at the sight of you. The embarrassment starts to flush back into you and propels you forward. This time though you take the time to haphazardly drape your left arm over your small tits and clamp you right hand over your trimmed pubes. You make a mental note (not that you had the time to do so or any hope of remembering it under the circumstances) to shave yourself like the others. You grimace for even considering your insecurities at a time like this.

You don’t dare glance over your shoulder to see how far back your pursuers are. You do hear the sound of heavy boots slapping against the floor so you know at least one has followed you into the library. You make a break for the back of the foyer. There you know there is a staircase. If you could make it to the second floor you stood a chance at losing them in the stacks.

You throw yourself against the door and the ground beneath your feet transitions from smooth tile to rough concrete. Again you take the stairs 2 at a time. Your lungs and legs screaming in protest at the physical exertion of having run so far so fast. You fling yourself through the door on the landing and you feel carpet beneath your feet. With no regard you run to your right into the stacks and take your first possible left to get you out of the sight of the door. Seconds after you hear the door burst open and heavy footsteps followed. You weave your way through the stacks thinking. There is another staircase by the elevators if she could just make it there she could sneak up and hide on a higher floor.

As you weave your way towards the staircase your heart pounds hard and fast. Thinking at any moment you’re going to make the turn around the bookshelves and come face to face with a man in a uniform and a pair of handcuffs. But fate seemed to be on your side as you reached the elevator lobby without incident. Glancing quickly left and right you slide through the door to the stairwell and are again met with the cool rough concrete on your feet.

This time you proceed up the stairs with caution trying not to make noise and hugging the wall. You decide to go to the 5th floor. Among other things it was the floor that housed the Anthropology books and it being your major was the part of the library you were most familiar with.

Just before you reach the fourth floor landing the door opens. You panic. You’re too far away from the door to the third floor to make it back without being seen. You’re done for you think. You freeze like a deer in headlights one arm over your breast the other between your legs.

The figure who had walked into the stairwell had in his arms a small stack of books. He was tall with broad shoulders and looked decently older than you but not too old to not be a student still. You guessed that coupled with the lateness of the hour he had to be a grad student.

“Well you must be the streaker. I see they haven’t caught you yet.” His deep voice was calm and low but it still echoed in the stairwell.

All you can do is nod.

“I watched you and your friends from my seat by the window. Y’all are either crazy or stupid. But very attractive either way.” He finished with a wink and started to descend the stairs toward you. He paused when he reached the Step where you stood looking down at you. “If I were you I’d keep moving. I don’t think the stairs are a good hiding spot.”

With that you came back to your sense and continued your fast climb. You could feel his gaze on you taking in the sight of your firm heart shaped ass as you went. Till you were out of sight.

You opened the door to the 5th floor, quickly checked that the coast was clear and tip toed towards the Anthropology section, all the while keeping an eye open for a good place to hide. When none materialized you came to a stop in the middle of a long aisle near the back to catch your breath. At least here you could see if someone was coming from one end and make a break for the other.

You tried to keep your breath as quiet as possible, but considering your excitement and the adrenaline still pumping through your veins it was quite hard. It was also in this moment that you realized just how wet you were. If it wasn’t for the fact that you expected a cop to turn a corner at any second and cuff you, you’d have gotten yourself off then and there. In fact that thought made you want to even more.

You hear a sound over the pounding of your heart and deep breaths. Was that a footstep? You brace yourself to take of running again when you hear a voice barely above a whisper.

“Alicia? You there?”

You glance to your left towards the source of the sound. As you do Greg walks into view still holding Mary and yours dresses.

“There you are!” He continued to whisper. “I thought I remembered you saying that your major was Anthropology so I figured I’d try here first and hope I found you before they did. Here quick put this back on.”

You grab your green dress and start to pull it over your head with an enormous sense of relief. “What happened to everyone else?” You ask.

“Caught. I came to see if I could find and help you. Alaina went to help the others but I’m not sure what she’ll actually be able to do.” He fell silent. You had heard it too. The sound of the stairway door been thrown open and heavy footsteps that even muffled by the carpet still betrayed the person’s whereabouts.

Thinking fast Greg reaches up and stuffs the dress above some heavy books on of the upper shelves and grabs a large volume nearby. You grab the nearest book and flip open to a random page.

“Yeah, you see right here? Dr. Jordan clearly states that the first visitors so Central America were met with hospitality by local tribes...” you start to say at Greg trying to recall the details of your most recent antro 101 class a few days ago.

“What are you two doing?” A large gruff campus police officer had appeared around the same corner Greg had just.

“We’re studying for our first test on Monday.” You reply trying to sound as calm and confused as possible. Hoping beyond hope that with clothes on the cop wouldn’t recognize you.

“Your studying for a test on Monday at 4am on a Friday night?” The cop retorted.

“Shit it’s that late already? I didn’t realize we’d been here that long. We should probably grab our books and get back to the dorm.” Greg phrased this bit as a question to you trying to sound as casual as possible.

The officer looked skeptically at them as his radio buzzed.

“Heard from another student that the streaker went onto the fourth floor. Anyone near there can sweep it? Over.”

Reaching for the mouthpiece on his shoulder “Yeah I’m up on five I’ll jump down there right now. Over.” Releasing the button he turned back to you and Greg “Sorry to bother y’all two. Need more students at this school who lose track of time studying than partying.” And he hurried away back towards the stairs.

“Damn that was a close one.” You say looking at Greg. “Thank god you found me and had the dress with you still.”

“Yes as much as seeing you get dressed again is disappointing I wouldn’t want you to get caught.”

“Oh? Disappointed?” Adrenaline had started to pump back into your body that had less to do with the cop almost catching you and more with the wetness between your legs.

“Well you’ve got an amazing body to go alone with those amazing blowjob skills of yours. I hate to have you cover it up.”

“Oh yeah? Well if I recall correctly you still have your one dare from winning that beer pong game left...” you start to slowly adjust the straps so that they shifted on your shoulders allowing the dress to fall even more almost exposing your tits. “You could dare me to take it back off whenever you want...”

“Whenever?” He was trying to play dumb but you had pressed yourself up against him and could feel the bulge in his pants press back against you. You reach down and start to rub it.

“I mean yeah whenever.” You feel him harden even more through his jeans as you massage his cock, “you get to dare me to do whatever you want. We didn’t specify when or where.” You ease down his zipper. “And a bets a bet. I’ve got to follow thru no matter what. That’s what I get for losing.” His breath skipped as your hand wove it’s way through the slit of his boxers and grasped his rock hard member. “You could dare me to do so many things. I’d be completely at your whim.” You ease his cock out of his pants which allows you to stroke it in earnest. You take his silence as an invitation to continue.

“For instance you could dare me to streak the quad again. This time during broad daylight if you wanted too. You could dare me to stand up in the middle of one of my classes and strip naked and I’d have to do it...”

“Cause a bets a bet.” He grunted in. His eyes were hungry. You had him eating out of the palm of your hand.

“Or... you could dare me to help you complete a school tradition...”

“Dare you to help me streak the quad?” He laughed “I don’t think I’d use it for that.”

“I had a different tradition in mind”

“Which one?” His cock is throbbing in your hand.

You stand on your tip toes to whisper in his ear “Sex in the library stacks of course.”

His gaze is electric. “You know I like that idea.” The time for foreplay was over

“Then dare me.”

“I dare you to let me fuck you. Right here. Right now.”

He reached forward and grabbed you by the neck and kissed you fiercely. This was all animalistic instinct. He reaches down and grasps your waist. He breaks your kiss and spins you around pressing your whole body against the shelf. You hear him start to undo his belt and push his pants to the ground. You for what feels like the hundredth time that night grab the hem of your dress and lift it over your head leaving you yet again completely exposed.

You feel Greg’s hands grab your bare waist and pull your hips towards him. You spread your legs and brace yourself with your hands with the shelf just above your head.

You let out a loud and involuntary moan as you feel his cock slide effortlessly into you. You reposition your right arm so you can bite down on it to prevent any more involuntary moans.

He starts slow at first making sure of his footing so as not to slide out of your tight but very wet pussy. During this slight repositioning he manages to angle himself so his cock drives right into your g-spot.

“Mhhmmmm right there.” You moan as your teeth dig into your right arm.

He takes this direction to heart and starts pounding away with gusto now. Moving his hands from your waist to grope your chest. Your tits are the perfect handfuls for Greg’s large hands. You had been so close before Greg had even put his cock in you that it didn’t take long. It’s the squeezes to you nipples that set you over the edge. The world around you disappears as the largest orgasm in your life watches over you. You take one hand off the shelf and reach back to grab his side. Nails digging in around his rib cage. You aren’t biting into your arm anymore instead letting the pleasure flow from your mouth in ernest. So much so he takes one hand off your chest and places it over your mouth.

“Oh god. I can’t hold it. I’m gonna cum.” He moans in your ear. Even through your orgasmic rush you realize that in his haste to fuck you he definitely didn’t have time to put a condom on.

“Back or tits?” You ask.

“Tits” he grunts.

With much regret wishing you could feel his cock pulse as he orgasmed inside you you allow him to slide out and you turn and drop to your knees reaching out a hand to help finish the job.

No sooner had your fingertips found his cock than it erupted sending thick, hot strands of cum onto your chest. He had reached an arm out to support himself on the shelf that just moments ago you had been using for the same purpose. You continue to stroke and squeeze him as his cock softens in your hands. You reach out with your tongue to lick the tip clean just for good measure.

Greg’s breath wasn’t heavy as he reached down and pulled his pants back up. You stood and looked down at the cum glistening across your small tits. It was starting to run down onto your abdomen.

“Do we have anything...” you start to say but are silenced when he passes you Mary’s dress from the shelf where he had hid it earlier.

“Well I guess she won’t be getting dressed again tonight anyways” you take the dress and use it to wipe the cum off of you as best as you can. Your chest is still sticky with the combination of sweat and Greg’s seed but altogether you’re satisfied enough to start to pull your dress back on.

“You know I could get used to that school tradition” Greg said as they made their way to the elevator.