No where. Right here is good.

The words that come out of Natalie’s mouth make Graeber **** on the air. “Right here!?” He exclaims.

Natalie giggles, yanking him towards her. Lips meet somewhere further on her side than his, but once they are stable, the kiss becomes a negligent–sloppy act of intimacy as though they are a passionate couple looking to express themselves.

Moaning breaks out from Natalie, and she becomes hands-on with Graeber, touching him between his legs and licking his tongue. When the kissing pauses, she looks at him by peering past her glasses. “Unless you’re too scared?”

A shot of bravery goes through his veins. A cocky smile washes over now-wet wet lips as he shakes his head. “I’m not scared,” sugarcoating his lies. “Are you?”

Natalie looks around, seeing no one around them. “It’s as though it’s Sunday.”

Graeber sighs, just then realizing he was holding the Germanic Russian’s hips in his hands. “It’s Friday noon, though. So anyone could find us.”

She kisses him again. “Then you better be worth the risk, Herr Graeber~!”

The two strangers embraced one another, locked in arms and lips. The smooth taste of her lip gloss fills Graeber’s mouth as he takes her in— a slight groan wants to leave his mouth but instead joins Natalie’s in their hot mouths.

Between the hidden moans and in the concealment of the books— the boy and girl kiss and explore each other like adventures seeking treasure. For Graeber, it’s her breasts; perky, plump, and firm. For Natalie, it’s his cock, hard, lengthy, and German. Finally, they both let out a noise, and it sounds loud in the library.

Graeber’s stomach flutters with nervousness, but he’s too stubborn to show it, so he pretends to be brave and continues to touch his new companion like it’s been done a million times before.

However, hearing Natalie's adorable noises confirms that this is a new experience. Spittle builds, and lust flourishes. Natalie tugs on Graeber’s belt and sighs. Their faces have undergone a severe color change, but they continue to undo each other’s clothes without hesitation. Belt, buckle, zipper. Buttons, straps, and bands…

Natalie coils down and finds his cock, stiff and throbbing. “You've got a good length,” she studies while playing with his balls, sucking them carefully.

“You have— a good mouth.” He shudders a response.

Graeber closed his eyes and focused on the tongue that once brushed his go over his shaft. A smooth, strange sensation goes over his nerves. It’s exquisite, to say the least, and it does press his boundaries nearly immediately. This was his first blowjob, happening in the least likely place possible. He wanted to say more but was worried his voice might come out pitched and boyish, so he kept his mouth shut and his mind dialed.

Natalie worked herself in a nice rhythm. Up and down, slowly bobs and nice licks. Every once in a while, she’d stroke his dick and lick his balls, gathering a tasty flavor of her love interest. She quickly wondered how this might play out in the future. She closed her eyes, too, letting her sense of taste guide her actions more appropriately. She’d let Graeber’s hardness and moaning let her know if anything was right or wrong, but in the meantime, she was going to continue until she couldn’t handle another second without being fucked.

A minute goes by. Her oral stimulation goes on admired by her German counterpart. Another minute slips by, and he has a hand on the back of her head, forcing more cock down her gullet. A third minute approaches, and she’s being lightly throat-fucked. It isn’t long before she’s making lewd noises between the books now.

Natalie holds on to the thighs that get near her. She opens her eyes and see’s that the German above her is still watching, focused on what he’s feeling. Her stomach tingles, and her pussy aches. It was…attractive to see a man like this somehow. Graeber wasn’t her first interaction, but he was certainly different. And she liked that…!

However, she couldn’t just let this go on like this! She pulled away and swallowed. A lingering taste of precum drains down her throat, and she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “Fuck me,” she simply requests.

“H-how would you like me to take you?”

She giggles, her cheeks red with wonder. “How would I want you to take me…?”