The next morning I couldn't stop thinking about what happened in the library yesterday.

Did he really want that? Did I really want that?

The truth was I wasn't a virgin, but I had a really terrible first time.

I've always had these kinks, ever since I was a young teen, I noticed changes.

I had fantasies of being tied up, tough sex, being unable to see or hear anything as I got fucked beyond repair.

I found myself playing with myself multiple times a week just thinking about those fantasies.

I walked with Sydney to school. I didn't tell her about what happened.

I couldn't, she wouldn't understand. If I was being honest Sydney was the most vanilla person I knew, she would think I'm a freak.

My morning classes went by fast, Elliot and his friends suddenly stopped annoying me.

Was it because of yesterday? I asked myself. Maybe.

Before I knew it, the bell rang indicating 6th period. My free period.

I headed to the library as usual. I wasn't heading down there to study this time though. I wanted to finish reading my book.

And I was hoping to see someone there.

When I walked into the library, I walked to my usual table, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw him.

Elliot sitting in one of the aisles in the back, reading a book. In fact a very kinky book, I didn't expect that. I found him reading Simply Shameless by Kate Pearce.

I've read the book before, it's very steamy and kinky.

I sat next to him and pulled out my book.

He eyed me every so often before moving closer to me and whispering in my ear "kinky Morgan" he smirked.

I smirked back and eyed his book, before whispering back, "Erotic Elliot" I went back to reading my book, very proud with my comeback.

He shrugged his shoulders "you're not wrong" he moved even closer to me.

With where we were sitting no one could see us, including the librarian.

He slid his hands down my shorts and placed his lips to my ear. "Would you like to find out just how erotic I can be?" He asked.

His middle finger found my clit, and he circled it, sending jolts of pleasure through my body.

He grinned at me. He knew exactly what he was doing.

He rubbed my clit faster, and I had to cover my mouth to keep myself from moaning.

He laughed slightly when he saw me cover my mouth.

"Elliot, you have to stop," I whispered to him.

"No" he whispered back before lifting me and placing me in his lap, so I was straddling him.

His hand was still in my shorts.

He gathered my wetness with his finger before pushing it inside of me.

I gasped. He has big fingers. I bit my lip as his thumb began pressing on my clit.

I moaned softly, and wiggled in Elliot's lap, hoping the librarian hadn't heard me.

God he was good with his fingers.

He thrust his finger into me faster. I don't know why he wanted to play with me like this in a public place.

Maybe that was one of his kinks. It kinda made me excited and nervous to be doing this with the consequences of getting caught.

He added another finger and thrust harder.

Soon enough my legs were shaking and I was quivering in his arms as my orgasm rushed through me.

I threw my head back, it felt so fucking good.

I've never come so hard in my life, and the orgasm seemed to last forever.

The waves kept crashing through me over and over again. He didn't stop.

Eventually his fingers slowed as did my orgasm, and he kissed my neck softly.

He helped me out of his lap and stood up to write something on a sticky note before placing it in my book.

He left the library, I assumed to clean up.

I grabbed my bag and my books and left to the bathroom quickly before the bell rang.

I cleaned myself up, used the bathroom, and washed my hands before looking in my book.

On the sticky note he wrote: his phone number and address along with a small note that read: "That may have been our first "time" but it certainly won't be our last".