no, it can wait

"Not now, I guess," Hanna replies. "I don't want other people overhearing us talk."

You continue to converse pointlessly as the class started. Without realizing it, class is over. You have another hour to spare, so you decide to go the the library. "Care to join me at the library?" you asked Hanna.

"Sure, Nick. What's it about this time?"

"I'm reading about something known as the Korean Bug. Heard about it?"

"Is that an electronic gadget?" she asks, as you near the library entrance. After showing your ID's, you proceed to one of the computer consoles, where you type in your search words.

"It's a real insect," you say, as the screen displays a short list of books and journals, and indicates the corresponding shelf numbers.

"So, you're now into biology?" She asks, as she moves closer towards you. Your nose catches a wisp of her perfume.

"Sort of," you nod.

"That would mean, you'd also know about the biology of attraction?"

"That's chemistry," you answer, as you pull out a journal and head for the nearest table. She follows, tugging at your shirt from behind. You immediately turn to page 542 of the journal.

"Martianus seu Palembus dermestoides," Hanna says, reading from over your shoulder. "It contains small amounts of catharidin, which stimulates the urogenital tract."

"Isn't that used for tattoo treatment?" you ask, glancing slightly at her, and admiring the confidence in her looks.

"I learned in my pharmacology class last year that catharidin is somewhat unreliable and unsafe," she adds, her jaw leaning on your left shoulder, while her right hand hangs absentmindedly around your right arm.

"But we could experiment and find out what's a safe dose."

"Safe dose for what?" she asks, eying you suspiciously. Her right hand dangles towards your crotch. "Are you looking for someone to fuck?" she whispers. You shake your head. She appears unconvinced. Her hand suddenly squeezes your cock through the material of your trousers. "Your cock says otherwise," she remarks, offhandedly.

"Know what, Hanna" you say, as she moves to the empty seat on your right. "I always thought, back in grade school, that you were a boy."

"Why?" she asks, slightly surprised, as her right hand slowly unzips your fly.

"Well, you could outrun me, and almost any other boy in school-- even when we were in high school. You were not scared of spiders, and..." She suddenly pulls your slightly hardened cock out. "Hey, this is the library, stop it!" you exclaim.

She squeezes your cockhead tightly to the point of pain. "How about now?" she asks, leaning closer so that you could see her cleavage. "Do I still look boyish?"