I settled for hissing quietly, “Where did this come from?” But I simultaneously slid my leg a little forward, closer to her. Her toes slid higher, lifting my pant leg as it went.
Beth flipped her long brown hair back over her shoulder and leaned forward to rest her chin on her fist, elbow on the table. “If a guy tells a girl that she has a nice tush, maybe she just wants to say thanks?”
Did not see that coming. I really had to pay attention to those filters on what I say!
“You did mean it, right?” Beth teased a little more. “You do think I have a nice ass?”
I looked at her eyes. Yes, she was teasing me, but she also apparently very much wanted to hear a yes. Those filters could wait to be worked on.
“Honestly, Beth? No. You don’t have a nice ass,” I said with a sigh. “It’s a fucking incredible ass. Happy now?”
Beth started a little when I said, ‘incredible’. Now, she leaned back in her chair. “Happy enough,” she chirped. Her toes flicked free of my pants cuff, but only so that she could slide her foot all the way up to my knee.
I slumped back in my chair, sliding forward under the table. “We are going to need to test the reactivity early on,” I said, as if nothing was going on down there. Beth nodded in agreement and we discussed an option or two. But underneath the wooden table top, her foot was caressing its way up the inside of my thigh!
Her toes and ball of her foot pressed into my hard, lean thigh, rubbing back and forth with spine-tinglingly perfect pressure. I took my eyes off the laptop screen and locked my gaze on hers. We continued to discuss testing options. Actually, we were arguing happily about the order in which we needed to run them. Our conversation continued in just the way that we always worked things out.
But it was not long before Beth ran out of room to go further up my thigh, and I found her strong, bare foot resting not so lightly on the very, very, hard bulge at my groin.
Damn, this was nice.
“You are welcome,” I said, my throat a bit dry.
“Hmmm?”
“You are saying thank you for the compliment, right?”
Her blue eyes crinkled. And her foot withdrew, alas.
Beth sat up and looked around. My eyes followed hers, curiously. If I followed her analysis correctly, while we were indeed in the most out of the way end of the top floor of the library, we were still sitting right out in the open, where anybody simply entering the floor could see us.
I was beginning to wonder if Beth was intending more than just some out-of-character flirtation. Our very visible position was fortunate. It should give me time to sort out a potentially very confusing situation.
Beth suddenly stood up and stretched. The fact that she turned most of the way around to do it, giving me a panoramic view of her backside as it swung by could not have been an accident.
“I need a break from Chemistry,” she grumped.
“You could do some English homework,” I suggested. Everybody always has English homework.
“You cannot procrastinate on your homework by doing different homework, dork,” Beth snorted. “That’s not how it works.” She looked down at me for moment. “I am going to find something else to read.” With that, she marched off to the stacks. It could not have been a coincidence that she chose the far back aisle against the wall, especially since it was in the poetry section. She hated poetry.
She looked over her shoulder at me as she dipped into the bookshelves, suddenly lost from sight.
I was out of my chair to follow her before I really thought about it.
I caught up with her at the end of the aisle, where she leaned back against the wall, looking at a book. She was holding it upside down…
There were a host of reasons that I should not have followed her into this hidden area, much less strode right up to her with that new confidence of mine. But I did anyway. My eyes ran up and down her as I walked down the row. Her dark denim skirt was tight and only reached mid-thigh, showing off her sprinter’s calves and thighs, which were nicely honed by many races and practices at 100 and 200 meters. She was facing me, but I already knew how well the skirt clung to her crazily fit ass. She wore a loose school teeshirt with our mascot on the front. She had her hair draping down her chest on both sides, and her blue eyes were locked onto me, not the upside-down book.
I made it to right in front of her before my nerve finally failed me. Still, I was standing closer to her than I would ever have stood to any girl before that spring. I wanted to say something, but couldn’t. I wanted to do something, but couldn’t.
It seemed I had done enough for Beth. Despite her sprinter’s physique, she really wasn’t all that tall, more than half a foot shorter than me. But she just leaned forward, rose on her tiptoes, and kissed me, softly, slowly, and lingeringly. I leaned forward so that she didn’t need to stay on her toes and kissed her back, surprising myself with how hungrily I did so.
We broke apart after a deliciously long time. My heart was racing and Beth’s breathing was shallow. “This could be a bad idea,” I said, regret in my voice.
“No, it isn’t,” Beth said quietly but firmly. “It’s just…”
“Complicated,” I finished for her. “Riiight. If you and I…” I gulped. “They will freak,” I whispered, meaning Bridget and Carla. “Shit will get weird.”
“Not if they don’t hear about it,” she smirked.
“But if we…” I started to say, but Beth put a finger in my lips.
“Come on, it is not like we are going to date or anything. I’m not looking for another boyfriend. You know damned well I’ve had too many over the last two years.”
Three serious boyfriends in two years was ‘too many’?
“And, given your life the last couple weeks, I can’t imagine you are suddenly looking to be a one-girl guy. Am I right?” Beth went on, in the voice of someone who had given the situation some thought. Certainly more thought than I’d had a chance to.
Her question took me aback. For most of my life, I’d have given a finger just to go on a date, not to mention actually having a girlfriend-any girlfriend, much less one as cute as I was suddenly rediscovering Beth was. But she was right about me now. I most certainly felt no urge to have a girlfriend. In fact, between the unfamiliar confidence I felt around girls, and the occasional appearance of that inner Male Instinct, I found myself completely uninterested in being part of an exclusive couple.
I instantly worried that pride goeth before the fall, when I examined that thought. But I didn’t change my mind, either.
I still blushed as I said, “Um, yeah. I do kind of want to see if I really can stretch my wings a little.”
“Then let’s stretch our wings together,” Beth cooed, and began to kiss me again.
She really was a good kisser. It wouldn’t be hard to keep a little making out a secret from everybody, would it? All we would have to do is not act lovey-dovey around anyone else.