Library trip

Penelope, a brunette co-ed, is chewing her pencil at a hard calculus question when suddenly the door swings open and a guy walks in.

You spot her from afar. Folding your arms you take in the sight of her tight black skirt and comfy yellow top. No, not tight. Just well-fitted to her body, which was remarkably handsome.

After turning her gaze from you, trying to ignore the creepiness, she looks to the empty chair next to her and pulls it out. Then, carefully picking up her feet, she brings her textbook with her as she moves to the side and leans her elbow against the seat of the chair. She pushes against her sandals with her heels, removing them and letting them fall to the floor. Then she looks back at you. She hopes you have a better view of her ass's shape.

God what a creep, she shivers. When's he gonna stop staring?

"Hey!" she yells out. And instead of her original sentiment, declares, "When are you going to fuck me in the ass?"

"Not now!"

Penelope slaps her textbook petulantly, huffing. "Fine! I don't want a creamed asshole anyway!!"

Everybody stares at the frown-plastered girl with a slight murmur while you teleport to the front of the library.

You've also gone back in time, which you confirm with a glance at a distant clocktower.

One hand on the handle you push open the door to the library, the usual sight as before. Penelope sits at a nearby table chewing her pencil, looking confused at a question on her textbook when she sees you after having traveled back in time a few seconds' worth.

"Dad!" she drops her pencil and runs up to give you a big hug.

With her hands lightly wrapped over you, you reconsider. Thinking of a better approach you snap your fingers over her shoulder.

Penelope, appearing back at her desk, drops her pencil. "Dad!" This time, instead of a casual hug, she jumps you and wraps her legs around you. With loud smooches she lands kisses all across your face, over the bridge of your nose, to your earlobe, to your eyes and forehead, 'til finally you think, I wish she'd french kiss me.

Withdrawing her face, she pushes against your dick a little harder, your erection pulsing against her soft skirt covered pussy. Penelope is unaware of the effects she's having on your pleased genitals. "I missed you so much," she smiles tenderly, then plants her lips onto yours. She then unfurls her tongue, flicking it across yours and lewdly draping her organ across your buds. The smooch is winded and intimate when she finally detaches herself, heavy breaths leaving her mouth.

"I--" she coughs, wiping her lips. "Sorry. Just wanted to say it's great to see you."

"It's great to see you too, dear," you say.

A throat clearing interrupts you two, and Penelope lets her feet return to the carpet.

"Excuse me," declares the scowling librarian, "but can you please consider the other people here in this library? After all, this isn't..."

You finish her sentence for her. "A place for studying. It's a place for masturbation."

"Right," the librarian confirms, one hand now clasping her breasts as she rubs her nipple through her shirt. "So no interpersonal affection! Self love, self pleasure only! Vibrators and flesh lights all fine." She glares at you two through her rimmed glasses. "But nothing that may lead to coital intercourse or any kind of penetration with another person. Got it?"

You express understanding then grope Penelope's ass and leave. She returns to her seat and begins pushing her panties down her legs. Two girls pass you, coming in. Their hands quickly enter their pants as soon as they step through the doors. Each girl's fingers softly rest on their pussy lips, unassumingly pressing against the contour of their clitoris.