Those Kinds of Adult Stories Your Mother Warned You About

by Natalie Nogasm

  Her mind was occupied with thoughts of past flings and touches long forgotten, she almost missed the sound from the aisle next to her. At first, she thought she was hearing things, and was content to move on when she heard it again. A moan, unmistakable in its tone, not made from stress, or pain. No, this type of moan she recognized well, even after all these years. This was a moan made in the heat of desire.

  She walked slowly, looking around and seeing the studying students. Strangely, none of them seemed to be reacting at all to the moans, even though they were clearly audible. She shrugged: a question that could be answered at another time it seemed. Her feet padded lightly on the carpet, a hand on the shelf to keep her balance, not wanting to ruin the element of surprise by falling. She reached the end of the aisle, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. She inched her head around the corner, and what she saw confirmed her suspicions.

  Two women stood there, students clearly, lips locked on each other. The taller of the two was pressed against the shelf, her long blond hair clutched firmly in the fist of the other. The shorter woman yanked backwards, the blonde’s head falling backwards, exposing her throat. The other woman descended on it, teeth sinking eagerly into the soft flesh, sucking noisily on her pulse point. She moaned, hips thrusting at the air at the feeling, eye lids fluttering and lips quivering. She threaded her hands into the others hair, jet black, falling to her shoulders. The black-haired girl brought her other hand up, cupping her breast and palming it roughly. She traced the line of her shirt, threading her hand underneath the fabric to grasp it directly. The blonde arched at the touch, another glorious moan spilling from her lips.

  Erin was sure she needed to step in, but she found herself transfixed. It had been so long since she had felt passion, seen passion, that it shocked her to her very core. She shook her head, “No.” She thought, “This is disruptive, and crude... and against the rules!” She huffed, tamping down the feelings of heat building in her as she began to take her first step.

  No sooner than she started did she stop.

  The blonde’s shirt was pulled open, full breasts suddenly free in the air. Her chest heaved with each labored breath, a lustful grin covering her face as her companion pulled back to stare. The woman licked her lips, tracing a finger around a rapidly hardening peak. Erin stepped back, perhaps reprimands could wait for a little while. Her ears pricked at the sound of the blonde’s voice, “Sarah... please... do it.”

  Sarah happily obliged, fingers twisting harshly around her stiff nipple, her answering yelp swallowed deliciously by Sarah’s lips. Her own hand worked around Sarah’s back, descending and resting upon her plump behind. She squeezed down, delighting at the feeling of her hand almost melting into the soft flesh of Sarah’s ass, creeping further down to try and hitch up her skirt to get a direct feel.

  Her friend wasn’t making that easy however, her mouth pulling back and down, lips closing around a by now well used nipple. She sucked hard, tongue laving around the rest of the breast, soothing the soreness from the pinches and tugs.

  Erin watched with a slack jaw, her own hand creeping further down her body without her knowledge. This feeling of watching... It was something she had never felt before, the sensation of being privy to their most private and carnal moment. It was utterly intoxicating. She bit down on her lip when her hand crept below her underwear, fingers brushing through her drenched folds. She worked herself slowly, carefully, not wanting to work herself into such a frenzy that she alerted them to her presence.

  After all, they were all just trying to unwind.

  Kylie, Erin recognized the blond, normally such a quiet girl, finally worked her hand underneath Sarah’s skirt. The sight of such a glorious ass almost drove Erin over the edge, and it was only through sheer force of will that she didn’t start drooling. Kylie’s hand fit sunk into the skin, surrounding her like a glove in its pliancy. Sarah moaned around the nipple, pulling back and out of reach with a wicked grin. “It’s not going to be that easy Ky.” She looked down at Kylie’s legs, “You’re gonna have to earn it.”

  Without warning Sarah surged forward, her hand cupping the other woman’s crotch. Kylie threw her head back, lip tightly clenched between her teeth to stop from screaming out loud. Sarah ground her palm into the other woman, relishing the broken gasps and desperate moan coming forth in response. She leaned in close, “Tell me what you want, Kylie.”

  She grabbed Kylie’s face and pulled it to look into her eyes, “What do you want, Kylie?”

  “I... please...” She tried to grind herself against the hand, but Sarah kept a tight grip, preventing her from moving, “I want you...”

  “You want me to fuck you?” She smirked, “Is that what you want? For me to pull your panties down and take you like the desperate thing you are?”

  Erin could swear her eyes rolled back at the words, “Fuck yes!”

  Without a second’s pause Sarah’s hand went forth, underwear pushed to the side in her haste to get inside Kylie. Three fingers were the starter, and it was clear what kind of coupling this was going to be. Her hand clamped over the other woman’s mouth, pleasured screams and desperate keens muffled just in time to prevent the entire school from hearing. Her pace was relentless, three fingers thrusting in and out with the pace of an Olympic runner, the wet sound of their joining ringing clear to Erin.

  She upped her own pace, finally sinking two fingers into herself, carefully pumping in and out, being careful to not outpace the others. Though given that Sarah’s hand was all but a blur at that point, she was reasonably certain there was no danger of that. She brought her other hand up, delicately squeezing her own breast. She wasn’t quite prepared for the rough treatment that Sarah showed, but she was certainly going to try it one day.

  Kylie was a soaking mess, her wetness streaking down her legs and mingling in the hem of her thigh highs. Tears of ecstasy streamed down her cheeks, her face flushed from pleasure and breathlessness alike. Sarah did not let up, adding a fourth finger when the moans died down, ensuring that Kylie would never be used to the level of pleasure she received. Her thumb roughly flicked across her clit, and Kylie unraveled.

  Her body seized up, her walls clenching almost painfully around Sarah’s fingers. She bit into Sarah’s hand to stop her screams from sounding out, and rather than grunt in pain Sarah groaned delightfully. After finally, mercifully coming down from her high, Kylie collapsed to her knees.

  Erin was speechless, her fingers working roughly inside of her still, almost despairing that she hadn’t reached her own climax yet. She feverishly pumped her fingers, desperate for the final push that would send her over, but none came. Without the two in front of her, she wouldn’t be able to finish, not without sitting here for hours working herself into the ground.

  Thankfully, she was shown mercy.

  “Look at you, Ky...” Sarah shook her hand out, a small bead of blood forming where Kylie had sunk her teeth in. She grinned lasciviously, “You’re in the perfect position for what I want you to do.” She stepped forward, her soaked underwear filling Kylie’s vision. “Why don’t you do what you’re good at?”

  Wordlessly, Kylie raised her hands, taking hold of Sarah’s thighs and leaning in. Slowly, she dragged her tongue up her mound, the feel of tongue through her panties making Sarah grunt. She pulled the other woman’s underwear down, her desire finally visible to her after all of her teasing, all of her punishment. Her tongue dipped in, the sweetness of Sarah’s nectar making her groan in her slit.

  Sarah put her hand on Kylie’s head, pulling her in deeper, the tongue exploring her depths leaving her moaning into the shelf.

  Erin started her motions anew, the sight before her sending a hot lance of desire through her body. She added a third finger, her thrusts becoming faster, deeper, knowing full well that neither she nor Sarah were going to be lasting long after a show like that. She ground her thumb into her clit, each swipe and flick jolting her body like an electric shock. She bit down on her knuckle,
trying to prevent the squeaking moans giving her away.

  Neither Sarah or Kylie noticed, too deep in the throes of passion to be aware of anything but themselves. She ground herself against her partner’s mouth, the alternating licks and suckles pushing her to her limit. Kylie lifted her hand up, roughly massaging the glorious ass of her lover, spreading and squeezing the cheeks together in time with her mouth. She dipped lower, licking a stripe along Sarah’s seam, the answering groan pure music to her ears.

  Sarah was almost there, feverishly thrusting against Kylie’s tongue, the flexible muscle pushing in and tasting her depths. She thrust herself once, twice, three final times and came with a wordless moan. Her vision flashed, her legs trembling, if it wasn’t for Kylie’s hand still clutching her round cheeks she would have collapsed to the ground. Finally, after a precarious time regaining control of herself, she sunk slowly to the ground in front of her lover. She drew her in, a deep kiss filling her mouth with the taste of herself, and it was a struggle to not take her on that floor then and there. She smiled, “Alright, let’s get cleaned up. Still gotta study after all.”

  Erin watched them go, still coming down from her own thunderous orgasm. She pulled her fingers out of herself, wincing slightly at her over-sensitivity. Her underwear was ruined, her face was flushed, her breast was still hanging out of her shirt. She smiled happily, she hadn’t felt so good in a long time.

  “I wonder...” She thought, pushing her fingers past her lips, licking them clean of her come, “Who else is doing this?”

  Chapter Two

  After the encounter with the two girls, Erin was determined to seek out more information. After all, after the feelings of desire passed, she was appalled at herself for doing something like that in public. The students she could give a pass to, they were only visiting and taking a break, but she worked there, she was supposed to be professional.

  So it was with that thought in mind that she set about eavesdropping around campus. Certainly not to find out when someone else would be using it, certainly not.

  Within an hour she heard something, the faintest voice in the cafe she was currently sitting, little more than a whisper over the general din of coffee cups and chatter. A literature student, she recognized him from around campus, currently talking to a group of friends, all from different fields and interests but content to spend their time together.

  “So, how’d it go with Rachel?” He elbowed the boy next to him, a football star on a scholarship. Six feet tall, shoulders wider than most door frames, anyone could find him attractive. She certainly did.

  The football player grinned, “Rachel fuckin’ loved it. Pushed her up against the shelf and almost tore her apart. We could barely walk out of the library.” He shoved his friend back playfully, “And you? What about Tim, how was he?”

  He snorted, “Oh, Tim was good. Really good.” A smirk, “Same thing, couldn’t walk out of the library.”

  “You know, I don’t know who came up with the idea of the meeting place... but I fucking love them.”

  The group laughed, one of the girls wiping her eye, “More like you’d love fucking them.”

  The footballer shrugged, “Can’t deny that. Any takers in your neck of the woods? Oh, sorry,” He stuck his tongue out, “Take anyone’s wood in your neck?”

  She flipped him off, “Fuck you. But yes.”

  “You gonna tell us or what? Do I gotta make up my own fantasies here?”

  She rolled her eyes, “Make up what you want, I’m not telling you who they are.”

  Literature Boy pouted, “Oh come on, there’s no secrets between us, right?”

  “Just because we’ve all fucked doesn’t mean that we’re suddenly open books here.” She shrugged, “I trust you guys but really, I just wanna keep this to myself.”

  “Alright girl, I get you.” Football smiled, surprisingly gently, “You wanna keep your own shit, that’s cool, don’t worry.” He leaned forward, “But I’m not telling you about Rachel then.”

  She scoffed, “Oh please, like I need to hear about how you ass-fucked another med student.”

  “Hey! It was so much more than that!” He leaned back, smirking, “I made love to that ass, don’t be crude.”

  “Well whatever, I’ve got an appointment there tomorrow anyway.”

  “Oh?” Literature peaked up, “With your mystery person? Or persons?”

  “Yep, that’s who it’s with. And no peaking! I mean it.” She looked between the two of them, sparing no glance at the rest of their group, “I’m invoking the clause.”

  “Oh, come on dude!” Football threw his hands up, “We would have stayed away just because you asked us, you didn’t have to invoke the clause!”

  Literature looked surprisingly sad, “Yeah, that was uncalled for. Don’t you trust us?”

  She nodded, “I do, no question. But this is important to me, really important. I didn’t want to take the chance.” Her expression softened, “Sorry though.”

  They recovered quickly, “Don’t worry about it, hope you have fun.”

  She snorted, “Trust me, I will. Philosophy’s never been so enjoyable.”

  “Philosophy...” Erin thought to herself, “That’s where those girls were yesterday!” She was shocked; it looked like the students had taken it upon themselves to carve out a little niche of pleasure, right in the heart of the campus! She sat back, waiting for their conversation to end and for them to go their separate ways. Erin saw the mystery woman walking away, taking a careful look at her face. She had an ‘Appointment’ in the library tomorrow, and Erin was determined to see who with. And stop them, of course stop them.

  She left the cafe, walking to her dorm and opening the door slowly. Thoughts of her previous encounter flooded back to her, and she was powerless to resist them. She threw herself into the shower, turning the water on full, hoping the faucet would drown out her cries of ecstasy as she took herself right on the bathroom floor.

  When she slept that night, she was still denying how much she was looking forward to the next encounter.

  Erin was working in the library that day, so she didn’t have to worry about missing the girl. Though her growing sense of anticipation wasn’t making it easy for her to do her job. She sorted the same books twice, almost gave the wrong listing to a student who asked for her help, it was safe to say that her mind was elsewhere that day. To make matters worse, one of the lecturers had come in twenty minutes earlier, waiting for a fellow professor, insisting on talking to her in the meantime.

  “So, how long have you been working here?” He looked at her, his smile almost glinting in the light.

  She looked down, “A year or so, I’m studying currently so this is just part time.”

  He hummed, “What are you studying?”

  “Film.” She cleared her throat, he was very attractive. It was distracting, “I’m studying film.”

  “Oh?” He raised an eyebrow, “To do what?”

  “I want to direct.”

  He chuckled, “Not what I was expecting. With your looks you could easily be an actress.”

  That was... forward. “Oh I... I’m not sure about that...”

  “Sorry, sorry! Didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He put his hands up, smiling widely, “I have a weakness around beautiful women, I start acting like an idiot.”

  She found herself smiling quite easily, “It’s no problem really, I just wasn’t expecting it.”

  “Well, perhaps you should.” He shrugged, “You’re very beautiful, I’m surprised it doesn’t happen more often.”

  She snorted, leaning in, “It kind of does to be honest...” She whispered, “But they tend to say it with their eyes.”

  He giggled, “That’s terrible! You deserve so much more than that!” He looked like he was about to say something else when he looked over her shoulder. His face fell, “I’m so sorry, but my friends just arrived. We’ll have to continue this another time...” He tilted his head, “Assuming you want to?”


  She smiled, “I think I would, thank you. Enjoy your time with your...” Her voice trailed off as she saw who just walked in, “...friend.”

  His friend was certainly a professor, a slightly older man, in his mid-forties. His hair was slightly graying around the sides, but aside from that he looked amazing for his age.

  But she wasn’t looking at him.

  Right beside him the mystery girl walked in, the two of them clearly arriving together. The younger lecturer walked over to the two of them, greeting them both happily. She watched as they walked off together, right towards the Philosophy section.