No talking in the library!

“…and it’s not like I didn’t know that already, so really it was just a waste of time. Honestly Bel, I don’t get the point of going to Professor Whistler’s office hours when I already know all about it! I took this class last year, you can trust me!”

I rolled my eyes at Cassie. She was a biochem major, which meant that she felt qualified to give me advice on both biology and chemistry classes, even when I’d asked for neither. “Cass, you got a B-. That doesn’t exactly make you an expert.”

“That’s irrelevant. I still have the old midterm study guide, and my seminar this year is basically building on that material, so I’m still, like, up to date on this shit. Sometimes I think you only want to hear it from an old white man instead of from your friend. Besides, your TA isn’t nearly cute enough for you to be focusing this much on one class.”

The student at the next table glared at us, then reached into his bag for his headphones. Cassie was oblivious, but I tried to look apologetic.

“Hey, Cass, maybe you should keep your voice…”

She cut me off. “Oh and speaking of, I heard that Becky got busted with a grad student in a lab after hours. Or maybe it was Gloria. I can’t tell blondes apart, you know. Also, I want you to come to Cardo’s for tequila night this week. You can’t keep skipping out on us to study, you have to actually, like, be a person sometimes, you know? Hey, how much do you think I could sell my red sweater for? Because Stella said she would…”

I let Cass’ voice fade into the background as she hopped from topic to topic. Looking around the Biological Sciences library room, I was surprised by how few students were actually here. There were maybe three others at the study tables and a few more in the stacks, but the massive chamber was pretty empty. The woman at the reference desk had disappeared somewhere, and most of the private study rooms were dark. Except for one.

I squinted at the lit study room. The glass was all frosted, so I could only make out odd shapes, but it looked like someone was lying down on the table. There was another blurry shape standing next to it and… was it thrusting? There was other movement in the room which I couldn’t quite make out, so maybe I was mistaken about what was going on.

I couldn’t imagine anyone actually getting it on in this crypt of a building. I must have been mistaken.

I must have been mistaken.

“…so I think he is flirting with me and he’s just really bad at it. What do you think, Bel?” Cass was giving me the look she gave when she expected me to agree with her, regardless of what I thought. She had her back to the room, so she couldn’t see what I did.

“Oh, yes. For sure. Flirting.” I said.

“Thank you! Gosh, it’s like some men are allergic to eye contact. Did you know that last summer…”

I tuned her out again as I saw movement in the study room. The standing shape had moved away from the shape on the table, and a moment later I saw the door handle turn and the door opened a crack. Something was said inside the room, but I couldn’t hear it over Cass’ incessant yapping. Then a figure emerged from the room.

It was just some guy. He definitely didn’t seem like the type to have sex in a library. He was slender and unshaven, with hair that was a little too long to stay out of his eyes. His shirt had a faded logo I didn’t recognize.

As I stared, he looked directly at me. We made eye contact. He made an odd motion with his hand.

“Bel? Hello? Are you even listening?” Cass waved her hand in front of my face. “I’m trying to ask you about the Kappa social.”

“Sorry, sorry.” I mumbled. “What about it?”

“Which dress I should wear! Because I’m trying to be slutty but not too slutty, you know? Were you even listening at all?” she said.

“I’m listening. Slutty but not too slutty.” I said.

Behind her, the stranger had walked over to the guy studying with his headphones on. It seemed like they knew each other. They whispered, and the stranger gestured in our direction. The studying guy nodded and said something.

Cass kept talking. “Right. So there’s that green one with the low neckline, but it’s so tight that I can’t dance in it, and dancing slutty is just as important as looking slutty. Then there’s the gold one with the boob window, or that black one that’s too short. Do you know which one I mean? Bel? What are you looking at?”

She looked over her shoulder at the stranger that I couldn’t take my eyes off of. She looked back at me, back at him, then turned to me and said “Ew. Him?”

He was looking right at us, and I knew that he had heard her. She hadn’t bothered to lower her voice even a little.

The man made another odd motion with his hand, like he was drawing something on invisible paper.

“So anyway,” Cass continued. “I think I want to be as slutty as possible. No holding back, you know? So what if we skip the dress and I show up in a bikini top and a skirt, or maybe just the bikini. Do you think they’d let me in like that?”

“Probably,” I said. “They invited you, and everyone knows how slutty you are.”

“Right? But what if it’s not on theme? I was thinking that I should wear a tank just in case, then take it off when we’re inside if it’s bikini vibes. Or naked vibes.”

“It’s a Kappa party. It will not be naked vibes. Whatever that means.”

The stranger was slowly walking in our direction, still fidgeting with his hand.

“I mean, duh, we can make the vibes. They always invite the hottest men, too. Don’t you want to see them naked?” She sighed. “I love naked men.” She looked confused for a moment. “Bel, why are we here? I want to go find some hot guys. Please? Please, can we find some boys to fuck?”

I rolled my eyes at her. “Cass, please, can’t you keep it together for a couple hours? We’re in a library for fucks sake.”

“But I’m horny!” she whined. She yawned, working her jaw as though it was getting stiff. “Horny and hungry. I just want something thick in my mouth.”

“Excuse me. You should keep your voices down. Other students are trying to study.” It was the strange guy from the study room. I hadn’t even noticed that he was standing there. His eyes were oddly intense.

“Sorry.” I began. “We’ll quiet down and…”

Cass stuck her hand out to the man. “Hi, I’m Cass and I’m horny. Can I suck your cock? I’m really good at it, all the guys I fuck say so.”

He took her hand. “Hi, Cunt. You have a really loud voice.”

I watched as my friend Cunt nodded. “I do! I scream really good when I cum, too. Want to hear it?”

“Libraries should be quiet spaces, Cunt. It’s rude to talk. Here, let me help.”

He placed his palm on Cunt’s cheek as she looked up at him wide eyed. From my perspective, I couldn’t see her mouth behind his hand. He made a motion like he was wiping away her lipstick. She shuddered.

When he pulled his hand away, Cunt’s mouth was gone. In its place was a vagina, positioned horizontally so that the labia were exactly where her lips had been.

I started to panic, then blinked in confusion. What was I so afraid of? Nothing out of the ordinary was happening here.

Cunts looked down wide eyed, then made an odd motion with her chin as if she was trying to talk, which was ridiculous because everyone knew Cunts couldn’t talk. She didn’t have a mouth. The man placed two fingers against her cunt as though shushing her, then slipped them inside her. Cunts began dutifully bobbing her head.

The man turned to look at me. “I’m sorry, what was your name?” he asked.

“Oh, I’m Bel.”

He twitched his other hand, the one not inside Cunts’ face. I blinked.

“Sorry, what is your name?” he asked.

“Oh, I’m Bella.”

He twitched his hand. I blinked.

“What is your name?” he asked.

“Oh, I’m Breasts.”

He twitched his hand. I blinked.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Hi, I’m Breasts. What’s yours?”

He twitched his hand.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Hi, I’m Breasts! Would you like to know why?” I winked at him and pulled at the neckline of my shirt so he could see my bra.

He twitched his hand.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“I’m called Tits. Because I’ve got big tits!” I shook my chest at him, my braless tits swaying freely within my shirt.

He thought for a moment and twitched his hand.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“I’m just a pair of tits” I said, gesturing at my naked chest. “I don’t have a name, but you can call me Tits.”

“Okay, Tits. Who’s this?” he asked, nodding to Cunts.

“Everyone calls her Cunts, because of, well, obvious reasons.”

He chuckled. I hadn’t realized I’d said something funny. “It doesn’t talk very much, does it?” he asked.

“No, sir,” I said, “but she… I mean, it doesn’t need to say very much. As long as it gets a cock in its cunts, it’s happy. I think.”

He nodded. “That makes sense,” he said, then did an elaborate flourish with his hand. “It’s not a student, is it?”

“No, sir. It’s a library stress relief fucktoy.”

That flourish again.

“You’re not students, are you?” he asked.

“No, sir. We’re library stress relief fucktoys. Would you like to check us out?”

He eyed me up and down, and I pushed out my chest for his appraisal, making sure he knew what to expect. I knew you should never judge a book by its cover, but a naked fucktoy doesn’t have much to hide.

“Tempting, but I’m pretty stress free right now. Why don’t you go talk to my buddy Mike over there.” He pointed at the student with the headphones. “He’s been trying to study, but some rude bitches were having a very loud and disruptive conversation.”

“Oh that’s awful. We’ll see to him right away,” I said. “Honestly, some people have no respect for the library.”

He chuckled, and again I realized I’d said something funny but didn’t understand what. Which was normal. I didn’t understand a lot of things. I was just a fucktoy.

“No, but karma comes around,” the man said. He pulled his fingers from Cunts’ dripping cunt and wiped them on its hair. It looked up at him desperately, and I knew that it was getting hungry. I’d have to get it some cum as soon as possible.

“Come on, Cunts. I think this guy can fill you up.” I stood up and dragged Cunts along behind me, walking towards the student. We left nothing behind except some wet spots on the chairs. Fucktoys don’t carry much while on the job.

I tapped the guy, Mike, on the shoulder and he looked up annoyed, then did a double take when he saw my massive tits at eye level. He did a second double take at Cunts’ cunt, then glanced over at the stranger we’d just been talking to. The stranger flashed him a thumbs up.

“Hi, you can call me Tits. This is Cunts. We’re library stress relief fucktoys, and we’d like to offer you some relief so you can study more effectively.” I smiled my most welcoming smile and hefted my tits. “Cunts will fuck you with its face, and I ask that you cum down its throat for easy clean up. You can use my tits to stifle any noises you might make, so that we don’t disrupt any other patrons. Would you please take us up on this offer?”

Mike started to stammer a reply, his eyes now locked onto my chest. I was less then a foot away from him. I could feel Cunts kneel down next to me, but I kept my eyes locked on Mike, encouraging him, silently pleading with him to just say yes so that I could do my job. I loved doing my job.

“Y-y-yes…” Mike finally said, and I placed my hand behind his head to shove his face into my tits. His mouth immediately found a nipple, and I suppressed a moan. I was a professional. Cunts undid his pants and pressed its face down onto his cock, causing Mike to groan in relief against my chest, but I held him close, muffling the sound.

It would be rude to be loud in the library.