Searching the first floor

As Donna reaches the top of the stairs, she decides to start her search at the bookshelf in the back-left corner of the library. It's close to where the guy from earlier is sitting, but she'd rather work her way away from him instead of towards him for the moment. She begins to peruse the spines of the books on the shelf, as she works her way towards the center aisle.

Realising she is in the wrong section, Donna pauses at the end of the shelves, leaning against them with her right side. She peeks around the corner, and, not seeing the librarian, darts across the aisle to the other set of bookshelves. As she leaves the shelter of the first bookshelf, though, she feels a tug on the back right strap of her dress, and hears a faint tearing sound. Her breasts jiggling, and the hem of her dress fluttering around her hips, she ignores it, and crosses the center aisle.

From across the aisle, Donna looks back, and sees a small, white strip hanging from the bookshelf, which looks suspiciously like the one that had been dangling from her right side. A soft smile touches her lips at the sight, a slight thrill shooting through her at the idea of her dress falling apart, bit by bit. She subconsciously rubs her thighs together, feeling a hint of dampness between them, before forcing her mind back to finding the book.

She continues onward, the back-right corner also not yielding the book she is looking for. After a quick check of the right side aisle, she quickly hooks around the ends of the shelves, her breasts shifting precariously beneath their flimsy covering, though her nipples remain hidden, if only barely. Emboldened by not seeing anyone but that one guy, and perhaps *slightly* by her arousal, she continues onward, checking the books to her right, before darting across the center aisle again. The next shelf doesn't seem to have what she is looking for, either, so she makes a U-turn, noting out the corner of her right eye that the nerdy guy is still buried in his books, oblivious.

A mischevious thought comes to mind, as she starts back down the aisle. Maybe, just maybe, she should go grab the ladder, and have a look at the books up high in this section, just out of sight of the guy. She pauses, her thighs gently rubbing against each other again, as she makes a decision.