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knew where to bring her – he was looking at it! Eric took her hand hastily and with a light spring in his step guided her where to go.
    The back of the university’s library was hardly a place to make out. Even in normal days, no one was there. The place was just a fifteen foot stretch of Bermuda grass capped off by the high walls that surrounded the back of the entire university. It was a boring, unattractive place – precisely what the unlikely pair needed.
    They had barely rounded the hedges that marked the sides of the library when Laila pushed Eric to the wall. Her hands busied themselves in unbuttoning his jeans. Once that was done, she stopped and proceeded to caress him through his jeans to heighten his longing. Laila compensated her teasing with more of her hungry kissing, a gesture not entirely unwelcome in itself. Unable to contain her anticipation, with breath growing audible by the second, Laila plunged her right hand inside his boxers and felt his might. Though unsure if he could see her in the faint light, she looked up to him and smiled. Then her knees bent lowering her entire upper torso, leveling her face to his crotch, his jeans going down with her.
    His hands shot out and held her by the pits. He pulled Laila up and with a shuffle, pushed her against the wall. He pinned her by one shoulder and without further ado, inserted his right hand inside her stretchy harem pants. When his fingers brushed her clit and his middle finger buried itself snugly in her crack, Laila let out a whimper. At the same time her nipples seemed to have come alive, pointing and stretching to their limits.
    Eric rubbed her mercilessly until she lubricated like a leaking oil tanker. Her earlier adventure had set the bar high and in a brief moment, she was thankful for that. In a long time, this was her first brush with the opposite sex and though she would love to orgasm as many times as possible, it would not be satisfying if the quality of her eruption was not memorable. If she could throw her head back, she would have done so.
    The heat building up between her thighs was becoming more and more noticeable and she ached to be impaled. Her sighs grew louder. Eric did not miss this. He pulled her harem pants down, her underwear included. Eric then proceeded to guide Laila’s legs into opening up so that she was spread-eagled, while standing. Eric then stood up and very slightly hoisted his pants a little higher, just enough to expose his muscled butt. His goal was to step across Laila’s stretched pants and underwear, just in case they become a problem in a short while.
    Laila, worried that the position he had her in might be a little problematic. He was at an angle and though it was slight, it could rob him of a few inches of advantage over her already sopping love cave. Her worries were eased as easily as they appeared. Eric, it turned out, not only had the ability to start the deed, he also the length to finish it!
    On his first thrust, Laila involuntarily bit her lip down. She had been missing this, but save for that one experience on a dim road, this was her first lustful act performed in public. With the angle that Eric was on, he hit places that would have otherwise been neglected had they been in a normal position and she was glad it was so.
    Eric brought her arms together while he thrusted held them together with his left, then pinned them above her head. His speed, instead of slowing down, only built up. His free hand squeezed and teased her boobs without mercy. It seemed as if he knew when her nipples well. Every time she felt them straining, Eric came and pinched them. That, together with the piston-like speed in which he rammed her over and over was enough to push her off the ledge.
    She knew it had arrived. She felt the first few initial streams of her own hot juice. The addition made the sloppy noise of his sawing even more audible. And then, just when she thought she would be able to hold a little longer, Laila