The Librarian ate me out during midterms

It was my junior year and as an English major I was in the library quite a lot. The librarian had about 10 years on my 21. She was gorgeous--shorter than me but just as curvy and always wearing a cardigan that allowed the smallest amount of clevage to peak through.

As a woman, I tried not oggle her while she worked the stacks, but I'd be lying if I said I didnt glance over from time to time.

Long story short we started talking whenever I was there. First about class related things, and then just about ourselves. It wasnt long before I developed a pretty intense crush. Even though she showed obvious flirting signs, I was in denial about her attraction to me, as I often was with men.

Any doubt was washed away one evening during midterms. I was stressing about my essay that I'd procrastinated on and she kindly offered her assistance. I accepted and she lead us to a private study room.

We sat close to each other, reading over my novel. Every time her warm skin brushed against mine, my heart rate quickened just a little more. I was only a little surprised when I realized I was getting wet as we studied.

I suppose she was feeling the same way, as I caught her gazing at me while I worked. She didnt look away when my eyes met hers. Instead, she moved closer, her knee resting between my legs, our thighs parralel.

"Can I kiss you?" She asked.

I nodded, nervous yet excited.

Her lips were soft, plush. As she kissed me, she tangled her hands through my hair. I kissed back, all nerves being replaced by desire.

I removed my shirt, nipples poking through my bra, and she accepted the silent invitation. She massaged my breasts as her sweet mouth made it's way down my collar bone.

I tried to hold back my moan, my hands now mirror hers. The feeling of her supple tits in my hands excited me in a way I'd never before experienced.

She made her way down my body, and her hands found their way beneath my skirt, teasing my thighs.

"Should I go down on you?" The question was mostly a formality. She knew my answer.

Her head disappeared beneath my skirt. I felt her teeth pull my panties to the side. And then her tongue was on me, tracing the lips of my pussy, tickling my clit, gently sucking and driving me mad.

As my orgasm built, she paused only to say, "These rooms are sound proof, babe. Be as loud as you want."

I followed her advice when her mouth found my dripping pussy once again. Her tongue worked furiously. I caught a glimpse of her hand down her own pants, undoubtedly working her own clit.

This sent me over the edge.

When my orgasm subsidded, she used the inside of my skirt to delicately wipe her mouth. She gave me one last kiss on the cheek. And then we returned to studying.

I got an A.