Study room

"Why don't we get ourselves some privacy?" you suggest. "I work better with less distractions."

"I'm the same way!" Holly says. "I know one in the basement that's almost always empty. Just follow me." She grabs up her books and her bags again and leads you into the library full of stressed college students. You would never admit it to anyone, but you take the opportunity to look at her tight ass as she walks away from you.

Together you walk down into the basement of the library, not talking much. The basement is where the college stores most of its archives and old movies, but the only reason anyone comes down here is to use the study spaces when the higher floors are packed tight. You and Holly turn a corner, and then a few more, and you come to understand why Holly is so confident that this area will be unused. You never would have guessed that there was a study room way in the back like this one.

"It's a little spooky," Holly says, her back to the door as she pushes it open. "Just a warning."

You laugh. "Thanks," you say.

It really is a bit creepy. The room looks like it hasn't been thoroughly cleaned (much less renovated) since the 70's or 80's, based on the decor. The ceiling is run down with some stains on the tiles, but it doesn't look like it's going to cave in anytime soon, so you feel safe enough. There's a big table in the middle of the room and an old, worn-down blackboard with BIG COCKS written on it in old chalk. Holly laughs when she sees the message on the board.

"That was me and my roommate," she explains. "From the last time we were here. Nearly two months ago. It really isn't ever used."

"I can see that," you laugh.

"Well, let's get to work," Holly says.