Erotic Fiction: Through the Peephole

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College exams would be the death of Gina. The weeks leading up to her final tests were agonizing, a never-ending cycle of pouring over her notes, rereading textbooks, and avoiding the distractions of study groups that her classmates were incessantly attempting to form. She knew that she needed to prepare in solitude, that her attention span was minimal, and even the smallest distraction would pull her away from the task at hand.

It’s why she often chose to study in her school’s library, away from the noise of her parents coming in and out of the house, of her younger brother shouting at his video games in his nearby room. Here, she had her peace and quiet, surrounded by other students who were also diligently preparing for the end of the semester.

Today, Gina sat on the floor between the towering shelves of books, unable to find a proper desk to spread out her materials across. It was quiet where she was, with no one in sight to bother her. After all, the chances of someone coming back to this obscure area of the reference section was slim to none. The first hour of her studying went without interruption, and she was easily able to review everything she needed to learn from this particular chapter of her textbook. As she neared the second chapter’s conclusion, however, she heard a rustling sound in the aisle next to her.

Sighing, she rolled her eyes and tried to refocus on the tiny words scrawled across the page. Another minute ticked by, only to have her focus interrupted yet again by an abrupt noise. This time, there were muffled giggles: a sharp “shh,” followed by more laughter. Do people not understand the purpose of a library? Do they not know they need to shut up?

Across from her, several shelves above her eye line, she could see a small opening between the books. She couldn’t help but wonder who these people were, who were carelessly disturbing her studying time. Quietly, she rolled onto her knees and stood up, peering through the small hole to discover who the culprits were. On the other side of the shelf were two people undressed from the waist down.

The dark-haired guy had his jeans unzipped, positioned just below his ass, while the girl straddled him with her slender body and lifted up her patterned dress slightly. Thankfully, both were too engrossed with one another to notice her peeking in, and she quickly averted her gaze, hiding her body again behind the shelf. But the noises persisted, the girl’s giggles interjected only by a low chuckle and a quiet reminder from her partner to be quiet, that someone would hear them. Gina could hear them, but somehow, she no longer minded. 

Carefully, she peered through the opening once again, just in time to see the young woman’s mouth enclose over his, soft groans of his name escaping her lips as she rode him. He slumped against the parallel shelf, palms flat against the rough carpeted floor while he clawed at the ground in pleasure. Her speed picked up, and Gina could hear the girl whisper a faint “fuck” under her breath.

It felt so wrong to watch this couple having sex, but they were right out in the open. They were practically begging to be caught, to be watched. It was as if they were putting on a private show just for her. The very thought made her wet, let alone watching the guy slip his hand beneath her skirt, undoubtedly in a search for the clit. His hunt was short — the girl’s eyes rolled heavenward, her rhythm broken by the ecstasy clearly coursing through her body as she sped up her thrusts before immediately slowing to a nearly imperceptible lunge. Expletives flooded from her mouth again, the guy grinning up at her and trailing kisses along her neck while pushing her long, blonde hair out of the way.

Surprisingly, her climax came quietly. As Gina watched her bury her face in the crook of his shoulder, she found that her own hand had wandered beneath the waistband of her pants, fingering lightly at her labia, trailing the dampened fingers to her clitoris and rubbing small circles. When the young woman sat up to expose the slick penis that had just been inside of her, her panties flooded with pleasure. The moment the girl enclosed her mouth around him, the stifled gagging sounds reaching Gina’s ears making her feel as if she were the one choking on him, she quickly ducked away from her peephole, gathered her belongings, and left the library with flushed cheeks.