You Agree

She licks her lips. ”There is a box. I have it here.” A hardwood case of fine make; she pulls it from its hiding spot at the base of a shelf. She is well prepared. ”I have bowl here,” she says. ”Feysilver. And some... Some reading material.” She pauses and sways her rear. ”You won’t need it.”

”I asked a fellow student,” she explains. Her eyes are trained on the bulge in your pants, and she teases her naked bottom with the fingers of her left. ”He said yes, but chickened out. I had everything prepared and...” She swallows. ”We can do it here...”

You, eyeing her naked rear while freeing your cock, tell her that you understand.

”Great. Excellent. Please fill this cup – if you’d be so kind.” She hands you the bowl. Her eyes follow the movement of your hands, and she is close enough to you that you can feel her hot breath.

Your rock-hard cock bulges. You stroke yourself harder and faster; already close and getting closer to bursting completion.

”Give me your seed, ” she whispers. ”Jerk your sailor meat. Come for me, First Officer! Cum for me! Give me your sperm!” She too is touching herself; her flicks mirroring your tempo and intensity. Soft moans flow from her open mouth, and you can see the wetness between her legs. ”So close...”

A painful heat bubbles upwards from your groin. Her hot moans continue to tease you, and both your hands move with **** frenzy. Faster and faster until the release. Your first spurt misses flies through the air and lands on her naked ass.

She doesn’t notice, not at first, too caught up in the throes of her own release. Then her eyes snap open and she focuses on your twitching cock. ”Quick!” She hurries to milk you, aiming spurt after spurt into the shining container. She milks you until your cock aches and until the last drop trickles down into the bowl. And she continues to stroke your softening length while she coos at the sticky bounty inside.

”Look at me,” the Cerulean Maven says, after. ”Thank you, but look at me.” Some clings to her hand, now decorously removed from your still-naked member. She has pulled up her dress, but your lack of control has stained her underwear. ”I need a hot bath, and you – well it is late.”

It is late. The hands on your timepiece show past midnight, and the other guests have likely long since left. And the library lacks a door; only the heavy shelves conceal your nakedness and the marks you left on her body. It is late.

”First Officer?” The Maven asks as you reach the threshold. ”Will I see you again?”