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It was late into the night when you saw Agatha, sitting in the corner of the library at her favorite desk. The glow of the desk lamp cast a soft halo around her, and for a moment, the concerns of the world outside seemed to fade. All that existed was her. She was bleary-eyed, hunched over her notebooks and text book. Papers were strewn across the desk. She still wore her school uniform that fit her just a bit too snugly. Agatha's glasses perched delicately on her nose as she scribbled notes with waning focus. Nerdy, and yet still beautiful. She was known for her freckles, glasses, and brains, and those things caused most to look right past her. You had been looking forward to this study session—after all, you were partners for the semester's biggest project—but not so much because of the material. It was because of her. You fondly recalled seeing her for the first time. Nothing could have prepared you for the moment when you looked up and saw her enter the lab on day one. Her gaze held a quiet intensity, and a small, shy smile played on her lips as she adjusted her glasses and looked at you. You were pleasantly shocked when you learned Agatha would be your partner. She dove straight into the project with vigor, while you found yourself getting caught up in her looks. There was something captivating about the way she looked, moved, and spoke. The shyness soon faded. She became comfortable sitting close. She would notice you more focused on her than your notes. Surprisingly, this seemed to make her more at ease, as if she was enjoying the first time someone taking notice. She playfully slapped your arms and shoulders, laughing at your flirtatious wisecracks. She was both smart and sexy. She seemed full of passion for the subject, and every interaction seemed to invite you deeper into her world. You were entranced not just by her beauty and body, but with her intellect. She had an ease and clever humor about her that made studying feel less like a chore and more like a date. With every passing day, you could feel yourself drawn closer to her. It had only been a short week with a handful of study sessions since you were first assigned each other. You already wanted this girl for more than just a study buddy.
You were happy to meet at the library late tonight, particularly during spring recess. The library was deserted. You smelled the familiar scent of dusty, old books. And now, approaching with only the nearly silent hum of the lights as the only sound, you were able to take her in without her knowing. You again lusted over her nubile body, shapely figure, and perfectly full breasts. Your heart did a strange flutter, and you had to remind yourself to breathe. You stared from a distance for a brief time from across the vast expanse. Her papers were strewn across the table. You fantasized about taking her right there, on that desk where you normally study. It wasn’t the course material that kept you going—it was her. Agatha had a way of making even the most tedious research feel thrilling. You moved closer stealthfully concealed behind the monolithic bookshelves. She was still not yet aware of you. Her eyes looked heavy. You could tell that she had been studying for some time, and she was tiring of it. Watching her breasts heave with every breath, watching her move with the turning of every page, you felt an unfamiliar warmth spread through you. You already knew that she wasn't the type to wear a bra. And you couldn't help but peek into the void between her shirt buttons, trying to make sense out of the obscured view. Her breasts made studying... well, difficult to say the least. No matter where you sat—across from her or beside her—you couldn't help but stare. It took everything you had to try to stay focused and on topic. You were falling for this girl who had captivated you in so many ways.
"Wha?... ohhh, shoot! You scared me, you big dork!," Agatha scolded. She reflexively tried to cover her breasts. It was her flight or fight response. Obviously, she was self-conscious, and they were valuable assets. No doubt. "I'm sorry. I thought you could hear me walk up." It was a pathetic excuse for having been checking her out. You sat in your usual chair, laid down your backpack, let out a sigh, and rubbed your eyes. She started with small talk. "Can you believe how deserted the library is tonight?," she mentioned. "I've only seen the janitor cleaning the downstairs bathrooms is all," you replied. You found yourself stealing glances at her more often than you had intended. She wasn't so drowsy as to not notice your shared lack of focus. She moved her fingers through her hair, then stretched. "Ugh, I'm just not feeling it tonight. You look like you're having a hard time concentrating too," she noticed caringly and touched your wrist. You gazed at her longingly and nodded. She bit her lip and looked around. She returned her eyes to you, squinted and smiled, paused, and then suddenly a spark emerged in her eyes as if she figured something out. "It's hot," she realized. And like an invitation to learn more about her, she unbuttoned her shirt and shifted in her seat. You looked at her with eyes that said she was now your only test to take, your semester project to nail. Her smile slowly turned into a clever grin. Her skirt slid up her legs as her knees parted. She revealed to you everything you wondered might be hiding under her uniform. Perfection. You couldn’t help but feel like your study buddy was about to become much, much more. And she did. You were amazed by how easily you clicked, how effortlessly your bodies merged. And how, even in the silence of the library, it felt like there was something unbelievable unfolding between you. You studied Agatha intently, and intensely. She became the subject, and you were taught her curriculum. She gave you all of her pop quizzes, cram sessions, and midterms she could muster, and you passed them with high marks. She even gave you extra credit for acing her oral exam.
Not long after you both finished your study session, you left for the restroom to get yourself in order and splash some much-needed water on your face. You braced yourself and took in the tousled hair and weary face staring back in the mirror. Had that just happened? Agatha was incredible. Who knew that this nerdy girl was such a sexual thrill-seeker? You reminiced about how completely you had violated both the library and her. She just redefined the meaning of "study buddy." As you returned, and anticipated gathering Agatha, packing up to leave, and walking her back to her dorm, you noticed movement. But it wasn't Agatha. It was the janitor walking toward you, ready to start his duties on the second floor. You glanced over. Agatha had fallen asleep from exhaustion, completely nude except for white socks and the skirt pulled up around her waist. She was still prone on top of the desk, her hypersexual, sweaty body laid out in astonishing display. Had the janitor seen her? He surely must have. He came from the stairwell in that direction. You thought to yourself, just act as if nothing happened. As he came near and you were about to pass, you noticed him smiling. His grin widened and he started shaking his head. And without missing a step, he raised one hand as you returned his high-five in the passing. Not a word was said.
You smiled, and the world outside stood still. The library carried a new sense of exhilaration. You found yourself hoping that this wasn’t just a fleeting connection—that this erotic experience you had with Agatha, born in the quiet hours of a late-night study session, would grow into something more. You wanted her far beyond just a study buddy. But until the semester ended, she would be your study buddy with benefits. Your heart was racing. Before you woke her, you admired her longingly again, and you knew with certainty that this was just the beginning. You knew that you had many more late night sessions ahead of you.