Not at first...

You continue to rub tentatively, wanting more then thoughts to drive you lustful actions along as your hands slowly continue their wanton work, until Damon's voice breaks the silence.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'd take hot as hell, insatiable cunt, and dumb bimbo any day."

"Of course you would." snapped Brandon. "You'd take her right here if you could."

The image of Damon bending you over and taking you in the aisle starts doing it, your hands no longer settling for over-the-clothes contact as one hand snakes under your skirt to rub at you panties. Your other arm goes under the shirt, pulling the hem up your stomach as it grabs a bra enclosed breast. You lean back against the far shelf to steady yourself as they continue discussing you as if you're not there.

"I would too." says John.

"So would I. Money ain't a problem for us, is it Johnny boy?" You can imagine a fist bump between the two colleagues now. "You should let us have a go at her before you end it if she's as 'insatiable' as you claim she is."

Brandon's hesitation at being caught in two lies, albeit only on a real lie (the other being his maintaining the premise of him going out with you), takes form in his voice. "I'm not sure she'd go for that. Here, let me show you some pictures of my exes..." You almost lose your high with his moving on to another topic, but luckily his friends refuse to drop it

"You just called her a die-hard slut, Brandon. Why not show some pictures of her?"

"Well..." he hesitates, but Leo refuses to let it go.

"You just told us she was yelling at you to fuck her harder, so loud that anyone could hear her."

You've heard the words before, but the way Leo says them makes your hands push and pull at your nether regions desperately, aching for bare flesh to mangle as you frantically manipulate your underwear for better access.

"You told us that she's done it with you in an alley, restaurant, briar patch...there's got to be tons of other stories you haven't told us about." It's Damian's voice now, and you imagining being **** in those places by him or Leo gets you hotter, as you're now under your panties, your skirt shamefully low on your hips to accommodate your working hand as your bra cups have been pushed aside under your shirt.

"I don't have any pictures of her. But I do have some pictures of..." Brandon's quickly interrupted again.

"We can fix that." It's John's voice again. "Just bring her here."

Their desire to have you here, not knowing that you're mere feet away, pushes your hands to further deprivations of your body, your skirt now almost at your pussy level, much of your shirt pushed to your neck to let your hand maul your tits. Your eyes clasp shut as you wonder where their imaginations are taking them.

"She's out ton-"

"Tell her you want to do it in the library."

Them stating what you were thinking in coming here as your fingers finally find your pussy, and start pushing in and out, little moans emanating from you as they continue.

"Yeah." replies Damian. "Take her to an aisle, get her to strip and blow you. If she's half as insatiable as you've been making her sound, she'll let you go further and we can videotape all of it."

"Clearly you don't have a conscience about it, or you wouldn't have this material on your exes."

"Hell, she's probably going to suggest it already if she hasn't yet."

The guys guessing exactly what's on your mind drives you to try to finish, your mouth pressed together carnally as you try to hit that high, your hands working desperately. As your eyes clasp shut in bliss, you only half listen to what the guys say next as you bump into the bookcase accidentally.

"Come on, Brandon..." Damian and John's voices are ****, but Brandon snaps back quickly.

"Look, she broke up with me, all right?"

Your shirt is puddled above your breasts, the bra pushed up as well as your tits are displayed in the quiet library, for anyone nearby to see...

"She said the sex wasn't good...."

A laugh accompanies that statement, and you push your skirt down your thighs to try to finish.

"...and that I was some stuck up rich boy."

A nerdy chuckle emanates from Damian, but John's voice is laced with sympathy., and a small part of you wonders why Leo hasn't said anything in a while.

"Not that it's not true, but I'm sorry to hear that." His eyebrow arches. "I suppose that means much of what you made up about her isn't true, either?"

Just as you're about to finish, and you start to moan, a hand clamps over your mouth, and your eyes fly open. The pleasure is still there, but it's mixed with fear as your eyes meet with Leo's, his rugged face and towering body intimidating you with how close he is to you in this aisle, his sneer visible.

"She's never done it with me in any of those places. Never wanted sex in public."

Your shirt being up near your breasts makes it easy for him to pull your shirt off of you, your bra quickly following as he finds the back clasp, tossing it over the bookshelf.

"Never shouted 'fuck me harder' where anyone could hear you."

He jams your hand inside of you, and you gasp despite yourself as he rips your skirt off of you, putting your panties in his pocket as he marches you down the aisle.

"And she'd probably never come to the library to blow me. Much less take off her clothes to do so."

It's at this point Leo brings you out, naked and wet, and Damian and John see you first, and as Brandon turns around to see what they're looking at, his eyes widening in shock, as the guys all take in your nude body and glistening center.

"You'll never guess where I found her." He shoves you along, towards the couch where Brandon is sitting. "She was getting herself off to what you were saying about her."

Your cheeks blush from the truth being told, and Leo roughly bends you over the couch near Brandon.

"Nerd boy, start taping. Johno, put her hand to work." snaps Leo, and as you hear a zip and a prod against your rear, the guys somewhat uneasy. "Come on! She wanted to get off to Brandon telling about how she dumped him."

Brandon's already unzipped and had moved over to your face, and your refusal to suck is met by Leo starting to take you from behind, slamming your body against the couch. Your slight moan at his fucking, at the depravity of being taken naked in a library, allows Brandon to impale your face on his cock, as John crushes your hand against his jeans to feel his hardening member.

Damian is attempting to find a better angle to shoot at so he can get in on it, but Leo shakes his head.

"We might have to go somewhere else for you to get her - can't risk getting caught." He gets out in between thrusts. "Somewhere else with a little more privacy, so stay sharp while you're taping all this."

"Won't someone find her clothes and wonder about-"

Leo shrugs. "Teasing sluts don't need clothes." At this point, you've started to jack off John, as you struggle to blow Brandon while being bent over the couch, being taken by a thug from behind