Give up on talking her into it. Use instead.

I wasn't going to get anywhere just by talking. "Fine. It was a stupid idea, anyway. You mentioned caffeine?"

Still looking a little uncomfortable with the direction the conversation had taken, Jess simply nodded.

"Can you get me a Coke? I'm guessing you're going for a coffee."

"Yeah," she replied.

"Here's two dollars. Could you make it a Diet?"

"Sure."

I watched her wander off to get our beverages, trying to rack my brain for a way to seduce her that wouldn't backfire. Then my hand grazed a small package in my pocket. I remembered getting samples of a short-acting sedative in my pharmacy class. It was a new **** that was supposed to help insomniacs sleep and then dissipate from their bodies quickly (within an hour or two). If I could get her to drink some of the **** from one of the beverages she was getting, I could satisfy my urges and she would never have to know.

Jess returned with our drinks and immediately returned to studying, frequently taking small sips from her coffee. I wasn't going to be able to slip the pills into her coffee without her noticing, but my soda would probably be more effective anyway. The carbonation would dissolve the pills quickly and cover up any lingering taste. While she was busy reading, I dropped the pills into my Coke and waited.

She finished her coffee quickly and was about to leave to get another. "Why don't you finish off my Coke?"

"You don't mind?"

"No, I'm fine. Besides, you don't want to interrupt yourself when you're on a roll like now." With that assurance, I pushed my soda across the table to her.

"Thanks." And to my glee, she began chugging the laced soda in an effort to stay awake.

Within minutes, she was ****, her face resting on the table. I poked her shoulder and said her name to make sure she wouldn't wake up once I got started. No response. I was good to go.

Because of the late hour, the library was mostly empty. It was fairly easy to carry her to a little-used restroom and lock the door so I wouldn't be interrupted. I looked down at her asleep on the tiles. She looked perfect, beautiful, ****, and ready to ****.

I pulled her clothes off and started mauling her magnificent breasts. I had always wondered if they were fake because they were so large on her slight frame; they were as real as the day she was born. I unzipped my pants and pulled my penis through the opening in my boxers and lay down on top of her. I started kissing and licking her face (mm, strawberries) while I needed her soft breasts and dry jumped her naked body. Finally, I couldn't wait any longer. I tapped her mound a few times with my penis, then shoved it into her pussy. The feeling of her surrounding my dick was incredible. I started a rhythm in and out of her. Still, she was out cold. It wasn't long before I was ready to cum. I considered, briefly, pulling out, but the idea of claiming her was too enticing. I unloaded in her womb, not knowing or even caring if she was on birth control. If she did get pregnant, well, Pete had fucked her earlier. I got perverse pleasure at the idea of saddling him them with my child. I stayed inside her for a minute fantasizing about the possibilities.