The Library

It was just past 11 PM and the library was practically empty. Betty sat in a quaint corner with her head buried in her Econ textbook. Sheets of paper were scattered across her table filled with equations and sample questions. She bit her pencil in frustration as she tried to stay focused on the problems in front of her. Instead, her phone kept buzzing on the table. Notifications from her sorority sisters continuously bombarded her. She had tried her best to ignore them, but after a while, even she couldn't help herself.

She swiped her phone open and checked her Instagram. Claire's story looked insane. The party looked the set of a movie. The fraternity had brought in chairs, umbrellas, beach balls and the like. She looked like she was having a great time, she was taking shots with hot guys, dancing on the sand in her bikini and clearly looking more sloshed in each photo. In the next, she was making out with one of her sorority sisters and then a guy was taking a shot out of her belly button.

Betty felt a pang of regret and a slight wetness between her legs. She was jealous, instead of getting to have fun and let loose she was stuck in a musty old library while all of her friends got to have the time of their lives. She let out a sigh and silenced her phone. She flipped it over on the table so she wouldn't need to see any of the notifications come across her screen.

She stayed for another hour until she was **** to leave due to the library closing. The last hour of studying wasn't that productive and all she could do now was pray that her effort would be enough to avoid the worst outcome. The air outside was warm from the late spring weather and she trudged across campus to her sorority housing. Once she made it back to her room, she saw the mat in front of the door slightly crooked. It was Claires way of signaling that she had brought back company. 'Great...', She thought to herself as she unlocked the door and stepped inside.

Their kitchen table had unfinished drinks left out and Clarie had left her bikini hanging off the back of one of the chairs. The door to her room was left cracked open and Betty could hear her moaning with music playing softly in the background. Betty took it upon herself to move the glasses to the kitchen sink and empty them. She knew that the moaning and music would probably keep going for a while knowing Claire. She walked over to her cracked door to shut it, but decided to peer inside out of curiousity.

Claire was laid on her back on the bed and her skin looked like it was oiled up. A woman with blonde hair had her head buried in her crotch. She was clearly getting enjoying being eaten out by the gorgeous girl that was going to town on her clit. Her back arched and she grabbed the girls hair as she moaned loudly. Her eyes were closed shut and she let go of the woman's hair. She began rubbing her tits, her pert nipples looked swollen.

Betty stuck her hands down her pants and felt her own wetness. As long as she lived with Claire, she had only seen her bring home boys from the fraternities. The most she had ever seen was her make out with soroity sisters at parties. She massaged her own clit as she watched the sapphic display. She felt her own pussy ache with need and she began fingering herself on the spot in the hope that she could release at least some of her own tension. After a couple of minutes she silently closed her roommates door as to not catch their attention and made her way back to her own room.

She stripped herself completely and reached into the drawer next to her bed. She pulled out her favorite vibrator and worked herself so hard that she left a giant wet spot on the bed before exhaustion completely set in.