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This was an expansion of one of the fast 50 stories below -- by request.


Diane was pissed and she didn’t have time to wallow in it.

Criminal procedure class in less than ten minutes.

The picture of determination, Diane pushed through the doors of the law library and tromped past the circulation desk without looking up. She wore her usual comfortable sweat pants and powder blue tee shirt with thong sandals, now that Spring had warmed campus. Two guys from last year's torts class motioned her over to their long wooden table, and Diane just glanced their direction and kept moving without acknowledging their waves, as her thick red hair flew over her shoulders. Her sandals slapped the stairs in her haste down into the musty stacks.

“James could be such an unbelievable wimp.” She thought, angrier at herself for obsessing when she had so much work to do, then she was at James for his last transgression. Diane knew she loved James, he was handsome and bright and sweet and comfortable and occasionally funny, but just once she would appreciate James taking the initiative, making the difficult choices – even putting her in her place. He couldn’t even decide where to eat half the time, and it was driving her crazy. If she planned to spend the rest of her life with this man, he needed to take change.

She knew that careful, studious James would already be at his seat in class, reviewing his notes and waiting for Diane to slide in the chair next to him at the last minute. The first two months of law school --- before she started dating James, Diane had dated a tall third-year named Campbell – a jerk of the first order, now off practicing law in Richmond – but, God, could he make her knees week and her toes curl. He would just pull Diane’s small, slim body to him and force her to his will. To say that she dated him would be overstating the matter. She fucked him – as he wished – morning, noon and night. She sucked him and fucked him in every conceivable position at least two or three times a day, for the first sixty days of her time at school. They rarely went out, but just studied together and fucked away the tension and frustration and ennui that threatened to envelope them. The relationship – if you could call it that – burned too hot and stood on too shaky a foundation to last long. But Diane still sometimes wished that James could be a little more like Campbell the arrogant bastard. And not just in those one or two evenings a week that James could tear himself away from the books long enough to touch Diane tenderly and deeply, but also when it came time to decide on a direction in their lives or even to decide on lunch.

“Damn James,” she thought as she sped down the stairs. “Damn his dithering.” She pushed deep into the stacks and back toward the outside wall of the building where she kept a locked carrel, barely three feet square and half of that taken with an aqua metal desk behind the matching metal door. When Diane took the job as Professor Collins' research assistant for the year, the school assigned her this carrel, and she had left her red notebook there this morning. She needed to take it to class.

Fumbling with her key as time grew short, she clanked open the door, disturbing the peace of the entire floor. Diane cringed a bit, but she was in a hurry, and could already tell that none of the other carrels in this row were presently occupied, so she pushed the chair noisily as she searched the various stacks of notes and cases for her red notebook. Nothing up on the shelf, damn, that’s where she thought she left it. It wasn’t on top of any of the desk piles. She stepped back and caught a flash of red beneath a small stack of photocopies on the desk. “Oh thank God” She thought, I won’t have to be late for the third time in two weeks.

“I heard you might be here.” Whispered a voice low, but urgent. I was Campbell and he smiled as he approached. “I heard you were assigned a carrel this year – care to break it in?”

“How do you know that I haven’t broken it in already?” asked Diane, knowing precisely what he meant.

“Because,” said Campbell, “that wussy little boyfriend of yours wouldn’t dare take that kind of chance. He’d never be able to get it up in the library.”

Diane looked scornfully at him as she collected her book and notebooks for class. “Campbell, you are a dick. What are doing here anyway?”

“I was in town and I came to see you.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

“Fuck you,” said Diane. “You came for nothing.”

“No, I came to fuck you.” Said Campbell, pushing Diane into the carrel and lifting her small body up on the desk. There wasn’t really room for both of them.

She put down her books and hit him on the chest. “Damn it, let me go. I am seeing James now, not you. I have been done with you for a long time.”

Campbell didn’t answer. With his left hand he reached behind Diane’s head, grabbed a handful of her thick hair at the base of her skull and pulled her head back. With his right hand he shut the carrel door softly behind him. Then he kissed her hard and long. She hated him, she belonged to another man, but she kissed him back just as enthusiastically, probing her tongue deep.

He slid his right hand down the open V of her shirt and pinched her small, pert nipple, then he rolled it between his fingers like he used to do. Diane gasped a bit and bit his lip. Campbell pulled back a bit and smiled, then pulled his hand out of her shirt and shoved it firmly between her legs, rubbing through the outside of her sweatpants. “Just as feisty as ever,” He said, his hand still pulling her hair. And Diane looked hungrily into his eyes, grinding her drenched pussy against his hand.

Campbell held her gaze. “I’m only in town for half a day, but I knew what you needed. I’ll be gone soon, but not until I give it to you.” He kissed her again and reached down with both hands to wriggle her sweatpants off past her hips. “And then you don’t ever have to see me again.”

Diane lifted her hips and set her newly naked ass back on the cold metal desk and the small stack of papers, as Campbell slid her sweats off over her feet, taking the sandals with them. There wasn’t any room for the pants, so he dropped them on the floor and kicked them under the desk.

“Hmmm, black cotton thong – that’s new.” He breathed in Diane’s ear as he slid the underwear to the side and slipped a finger inside her, then another.

She grabbed his belt and tugged at it as she wriggled her hips and threw back her head against the window that allowed the only light into her carrel. Soon their mouths were pressed together and as busy as their hands.

Diane’s breathing quicken as Campbell worked her wetness up to her clit and pinched it mercilessly. She finally managed to free his belt, and he helped with the zipper of his kahki dockers as they soon hit the floor around his ankles. He went commando that day, and his thick cock pointed exactly toward its target, seeming even bigger than usual in this cramped space.

Diane slid her hips to the edge of the desk and lifted a thin ankle up to his shoulder in an effort to gain leverage. She shifted so that her head would hit the window, giving the lovers an extra three inches of space. Campbell drove his cock deeply inside her, and she wrapped her hands around his neck, twisting and grinding back against him – moving like a caged animal. He pounded into her over and over, lifting her petite ass off the desk for a moment. He leaned back against the metal carrel wall, almost falling over the chair as he held her ass in both hands, keeping her weight just high enough to engulf him with each push.

They had started urgently, and built into a frantic pace, both concentrating on keeping silent in the already quiet library and upon the furious thrusting that neither could stop. Diane’s head banged repeatedly against the window as they both leaned back as far as possible to maximize the angle of friction. Her tee shirt was starting to show sweat drops and she closed her eyes as she recognized the signs of Campbell’s imminent release. They came together hard and quietly, emitting a series of muffled grunts and guttural noises that echoed in the cramped little room.

Campbell continued to hold her cheeks as he softened inside her, then set her back on the cold desk as he pulled back the few inches room allowed.

He grabbed her hair again and kissed her hard one last time. Then he disappeared toward the floor for a moment and returned with his pants secured at the waist, belt hanging open. Campbell flashed her one more devastating grin, turned and opened the door, and was gone.

When she finally arrived at class, sitting next to James and ten minutes late, she just shrugged her shoulders and looked down at her book, smiling. Diane now had 50 minutes to devise an explanation of where she had been. She wondered if he could smell it on her.