To the library

{if Coolness<7}Maybe I am not the coolest, {if Confidence<7}and the most confident, but {else}but I was confident, and{endif} I knew I had rizz and intelligence enough to score with the more nerdy girls. So I figured the college library would be a good place to start. In any case, I needed to study for my upcoming physics final.{endif}

{if Coolness>6}I knew I was cool, {if Confidence>6}and I was confident, {endif}and I wanted to find a cute nerd to fuck. What better place to look than in the college library?{endif}

The place was packed, of course, as always in the exam period. Everywhere I looked was either racks of books or students reading at rows of desks. I paced the room, back and forth, looking for an opening. Finally, a guy got up to leave, and I rushed in to claim the empty seat. The girl on my right looked up, uninterested, but the one on my left smiled as I sat down.

The smiley one had purple hair and a nose ring. I nodded back politely, and turned my full attention to the chick on my right. While I dug after my quantum electrodynamics book in my backpack, I snuck a peek at her appearance. Cute. She was slim, petite even. A typical bookworm, but the attractive version. She had big black-rimmed glasses and rosy cheeks. Her lips looked kissable. Very much so.

My phone was set to silent, but I was not about to risk taking a pic for the app. Instead I peeked over to her desk and saw her name on the inside cover of her book: Olivia Taylor.

I looked around. Too many people to risk opening the app here.

"Hi. Would you mind looking after my stuff while I take a quick trip to the restroom?" I asked the woman on my left. She smiled again and nodded. "Sure!"

"Hi Liz," I said, "could you look up this name for me?"

I typed it in.

"Of course, Mike. There are three results within the range of my search area. Would you like to browse?"

I did, but it was easy to find the right one. The books on her desk had been a dead giveaway that she was a lit student, and there was only one of them on the list. I clicked on her.

"Olivia Taylor. 22 years old. Lit. major. Single since dumping her high school sweetheart. Loves fantasy, role-playing, elves and dragons. 5/10. No STDs, on the pill."

Nice. Five was decent for what sounded like a true geek, and it was good that she probably wasn't a virgin. Now I had my angle, fantasy books.

The purple-haired woman was smiling warmly again as I returned, so I thanked her, sat down and continued to ignore her. To make an appearance of actually studying, I actually studied... for about five minutes. Then I turned to the woman on the right.

"Excuse me," I whispered, "I can't help but notice that you're a lit major?"

She looked up at me, slightly annoyed. Her nose was sprinkled with freckles. Cute.

"Yes?"

"Is it true, like really, that you guys don't think sci-fi and fantasy is *proper* literature?"

She snorted.

"Hah! Yeah, most of the snobs in my class think so. But I don't. Why? Do you like it?"

"I'm more into sci-fi than fantasy, but I think both have their merits and can be entertaining while still critizing our present day world," I said.

"Yeah, exactly!" she whispered back, excitement in her voice. "I could tell you're into sci-fi, though," she added and pointed to my QED book. You're a physics nerd!"

I grinned and raised my hands.

"Guilty as charged," I said, and then sat slightly closer to her and said in a hushed voice, "but I would love to get into fantasy. Do you have anything to recommend?"

"Do I ever! But," she started, looking around, "maybe we should grab a coffee and talk? I think these people are about to cough and raise eyebrows if we keep talking here."

"Sure," I said.

She led the way out of the library, and surprised me by not taking us to the nearest campus café. "Too noisy," she said, and brought us to a small, older house across the road from campus grounds. The interior was old-style, like a grandmother's house, with lots of small rooms with tables for two and three, a fireplace and a winding stair going up. We made our orders and sat down at a corner table. She got some sort of coffee drink with lots of milk and sugar, while I took mine black. She was awfully cute, and awkward, but confident at the same time.

"Ok, so this is crazy, I didn't even get your name," I said, "but I'm Mike!"

"Olivia," she said, "nice to meet you, Mike!"

"Nice to meet you. This is a bit crazy, I don't really approach people in the library like that."

"No? Me neither, but I was so tired of my textbooks, so your timing couldn't have been better," she replied and smiled.

"You were saying you had books to recommend?"

"Yeah, do you want slow-building stories with deep world-building, thrilling high fantasy with lots of romance, or like, really classic stuff?" she asked, genuinely excited.

"I don't know, what do you like more? I bet it's romance."

"Oh, all of them, really," Olivia said and put her hair behind her ear again. It kept falling forward as she leaned close to talk over the other conversations.

"But I do love when a shining knight in armor saves the day!" she said and took my hand, which I had placed exactly where it would be an invitation to this, but exactly long enough away to make it non-obvious.

{if Cock_length>6}"With his big heart and powerful sword?"

She rolled her eyes, but the innuendo worked. I caught her stealing a look at my groin, where my {Cock_length} inch penis was making a dent in my pants.{endif}

"So what book do you recommend?"

"Oh, I'm sure there are plenty you'd like, but you haven't really dragged me out of the library to get book recommendations, Mike," she asked.

"Oh, but I am, Olivia," I said and ran my finger inside her hand, "I need to wind down after these stressful exam prep days, and I don't know what else could work - but a good book!"

The petite brunette bit her lip unconsciously.

"Well, in that case I'd recommend 'From Blood and Ash'," she said.

"Sounds good. Before you tell me, I just want to know: Would you like a beer?"

"Sure," she said and looked at her empty cup. It was only 2pm, but we were students and on a date, so what the hell?

When I returned with two pale ales, she was on her phone, messaging someone. I couldn't help but notice "date", "cute" and "nerd" on her screen. I took a few steps back and made more noise this time, making her believe I just had entered the room.

She turned and smiled, and took the beer I was handing her. I sat my chair a bit closer as she went on to tell me about the book, and gradually, as the beer went down, we ended up almost right next to each other. The corner was dark, and the other tables in the small room were unoccupied.

"Yeah, so, to summarize," she summarized, "this is the book for you if you want to get into fantasy and like some sexual romance as well. A lot of it, to be honest. It's kinda smutty."

"Oh, I'm into that," I said and smirked.

"Good," she said, smiling, "that's good."

We leaned closer. Just a bit, then a bit more. Then we were kissing.

Careful at first, just gentle kisses, then gradually I pushed my tongue deeper and she reciprocated. Our kiss made me feel butterflies, it was strange, but true. It also made my dick stir. I could only imagine what happened to her. This made my dick stir more.

"Oh, wow," she said, afterwards, looking around. "We probably shouldn't sit here and kiss like that in the middle of the day."

"No..." I said, "Come, let's go to my place."

"Okay!" she said, enthusiastically.

Wow, this is easier than imagined, I told myself.