Disregard in the Library

The library was quiet when I walked in, which wasn’t surprising since it was still early. A few students were scattered around the tables, their whispers barely breaking the silence. I grabbed a chair and made ready to doomscroll for an hour until my first class, then I realized I didn't need to anymore. Why bother with social media when there were real, live girls just waiting for me to use them? I was more than confident that my ability worked at this point, and the thought of just walking up to a woman I didn't even know and having my way with her in public while everyone ignored us was too enticing to resist.

I glanced quickly around. There was an overweight girl sitting near the back, her books spread out haphazardly across the table, her chubby fingers flipping through pages with a sigh every now and then. A nerdy girl perched at a table by the window, wearing thick-rimmed glasses that slid down her nose, lost in whatever she was reading. And then there was the mousy girl in a baggy hoodie that swallowed her whole, sitting alone in a corner, staring at her laptop with a vacant expression, her fingers tapping aimlessly on the keyboard. A few guys were scattered about too, but I didn't really care about them. The sole librarian on duty looked to be in her 80s, half asleep at her desk, her head resting on her arm, snoring quietly.

The first few girls I had spotted weren't doing it for me, and I obviously wouldn't be living out any hot librarian fantasies at the moment, but that didn't mean I couldn't find someone I wanted to use if I looked harder. I spent a good 15 min wandering the building, checking out and feeling up girls as I came across them, none of them reacting as I played with their tits, but not finding anyone that I wanted to do more with.

Finally, I spotted a true beauty in the stacks. Thin and perfectly proportioned, with golden blonde hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, dressed in a halter top that showed off a pair of firm oranges and jeans that couldn't be tighter if they tried. She searched the shelves, fingers tracing the spines of books with a delicate touch, looking like she was in the midst of a fashion shoot.

I walked up to this woman I had never seen before and gave her ass with a sharp smack, the sound echoing through the quiet library unnoticed; no shushing from the librarian, no annoyed looks from passersby. I let my hand linger, savoring the feel of her firmness through her pants. I took my time groping her pert tush, then pressed myself against her back, grinding against her as I reached around to cup her boobs. Her nipples hardened under my touch, hot points pressing into my palms, but she gave no other sign that anything was happening.

I pulled my dick out, wanting to fuck her right then and there, but her pants were basically spray-painted on, clinging to her like a second skin. Peeling them off of her would be a challenge. I rubbed my cock against her fabric-clad ass, considering my next move. "Your pants should be crotchless," I said to her, instinctively keeping my voice low. The jean fabric parted like water under my dick, allowing it to slide between her cheeks with ease. I looked down and saw that her pants looked as if they had been made that way to begin with, the legs basically separate pieces that only joined up at the waist, leaving a long vertical slice along her crack completely exposed. I thrust myself into the valley of her bare ass a few times, reaching into her top and kneading her firm breasts, feeling the warmth of her titflesh in my hands. I ran one hand down her front, over her flat stomach, and confirmed that the tailored slash extended to the front as well, my fingers running across her panty clad pussy.

The girl whose name I still hadn't bothered to learn had finished checking all the books on this shelf, and failed to find whatever she was looking for, but rather than move on down the stack and away from me, she just started over.

I nudged her lightly, encouraging her to lean forward slightly, which gave me an improved view of her half-revealed ass and a clearer angle to take her from behind. Without any further preamble, I moved her exposed panties aside drove into her in one smooth motion, filling her completely with my length. She lost her balance for a second but quickly regained it, spreading her legs slightly and adjusting to the **** of my thrusts without acknowledging me at all. I fucked her from behind, hands on her hips, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the library. A couple of people walked past us but never even glanced at me rutting into her. Everyone went about their business as if nothing was happening.

A guy walked up besides us, completely unfazed by the woman’s half-naked state, her breasts spilling out of her top and jiggling as I fucked her. "Did you find what you needed?" he asked, his voice low because we were in a library but otherwise acting as if seeing her bent over getting fucked was an everyday occurrence.

"Not yet," she replied, her tone impatient and a little annoyed but entirely steady, giving no sign that she was being repeatedly penetrated as she spoke.

"Look, babe, I have to get to class," he said, leaning in for a quick kiss. I figured he must be her boyfriend. "See you after?" he asked. Neither of them seemed bothered by the fact that she was bent over or that I was still buried deep inside her.

"You know it baby," she responded flirtatiously, blushing softly, which was more of a reaction than my hard thrusting was getting out of her. "Love you," she called after him as he left us.

Watching them talking like nothing was unusual got me even more excited. I drove into her unresponsive body harder, my breath coming in ragged gasps. As fun and hot as this was, I wanted something different. I stopped thrusting, my cock buried halfway inside her. "You're not helping at all," I quipped, addressing the back of her head. "It's time you fucked me."

The moment the words left my mouth, she started thrusting back onto me. I stood still, letting her do all the work. Her hips moved with a calm, mechanical precision, the only part of her acknowledging that anything was happening at all, while her attention remained on the books in front of her. She moved with deliberate precision, each thrust burying me fully before pulling back just enough to keep me from slipping free. Her motions were precise, mechanical, devoid of emotion or hesitation, doing her best to get me off as efficiently as possible.

Getting my second wind, I grabbed her hips again and started thrusting back. Her rhythm broke slightly, but only for an instant, and then she precisely matched my own. Her ass jiggled with each impact, her boobs swinging back and forth, but her search remained the focus of her attention. She gave over complete control to me, her movements perfect counterpoint to my own, her body moving like a well-oiled machine determined to draw out my cum while her mind completely ignored what was going on.

I let out a low groan and buried myself as far inside her as possible as I released shot after shot, filling her completely. For the first and only time in our interaction, a very soft mewl escaping her lips, her attention wandering fro the shelves for the briefest instant. I pulled out slowly, tucking myself back into my pants, once again happy I arrange it so I was always clean after sex. Freeuse wouldn't be as free if I had to hunt for a shower every time.

A few drops of cum dripped from her pussy before that cum also vanished, leaving her looking as if I had never fucked her. She stood back up and moved to the next shelf as soon as I let go of her, absentmindedly resetting her panties within her still crotchless pants. I gave her ass one last slap before leaving her standing there to check the next shelf as if nothing had happened, acting as if her modified jeans were a normal piece of clothing. I imagined her and her boyfriend going on a date like that, neither realizing she was flashing her panty-clad pussy and ass for all to see.

Between finding and fucking this random, nameless girl, I had used up all my free time. I headed to class while wondering whether I still needed to bother. If I could stretch Freeuse as far as it seemed I could, did I even need to go to school? Did I need a college degree? What was the point if I could just use people to however I wanted?

Thoughts still full of questions, I wandered listlessly into class and sat down next to my friend Ayaka. She was a short Japanese-American girl who always dressed in loose, concealing clothing. Today, that meant a baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants that hid her figure completely. Her dark hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail, which she absentmindedly played with.

"What's got you all tied in knots?" she asked as I sat down. She always could read me, no matter how hard I tried to hide my thoughts.

"Just thinking about some stuff," I replied, pulling out my notebook and trying to focus as Calculus class began. My mind kept wandering as the teacher went over Green's theorem.