Nichy had not been on library duty for a few weeks, but now she had made up for lost time. Her colleague that she usually switched off with, was on a work trip that also included Renee and Gavin. Nichy only had Tyler of her group to hang out with, and he had so much work that she barely even saw him.
She was sitting at the desk with her hands folded. The library had to be manned, but most nights it was pretty empty. Nichy wondered why she had not gotten any emails from Renee or Gavin. It did not make her unduly nervous about them being away together, but it was awkward for her. She knew Renee was jealous of Gavin and Tyler, so she was not sure what could happen if they had a few drinks.
Nichy had barely spent any time with Renee or Tyler alone since Gavin came back. It was like he was hers again, and she was consumed with him. Even with the MJ fiasco. Gavin had decided not to go to the funeral, but had made a generous donation in honor of MJ’s mother’s charities.
But her mother dying had opened things up for their relationship to become more friendly. Nichy could not even blame him. MJ was a beautiful ballerina, and it was clear that she had had deep feelings for Gavin.
And he for her.
“Nichy!”
Nichy gasped when she saw Tyler standing in front of her.
“I am glad I came to check on you. I figured you might be lonely, and you were so lost in your own world you did not see me!”
She smiled at him, and he smiled back. His warm smile that crept up all the way to his eyes. Nichy had to admit, that she really had a crush on him. Unlike Gavin and Renee who were always friends of hers and so accessible to her, she had never really given Tyler a chance. Even when he flirted with her. She discounted him so easily, that she never thought it would amount to anything more with him and her.
Sitting at the bar where they always met as a group in the same booth where she sat with Gavin, her thigh was pressed to Tyler’s. Tyler’s breath smelled of the craft beer that he drank, as he pressed his lips to her shoulder. Out of her periphery vision, he looked so innocent. As she pressed her head to his, no one knew that she was getting the hand job of a lifetime. She was so wet, but where her finger would have slipped off of her clit…his thick fingers remained covering it. She closed her eyes, and gripped the edge of the tablecloth.
“Do you want me to take you into the bathroom like I did Renee, since I know you liked watching us? Or finish you off here?”
“Both,” Nichy mewled. “Both.”
Tyler flicked his finger nonchalantly, and she came so suddenly she lost her breath. His lips on her shoulder suddenly felt extra sensitive, and made her spasms even harder.
It felt like her clit and labia tremored for a while after she came, Tyler tugged at her hand and she thought of what she saw of him and Renee in the bathroom booth happening between them.
“Come home with me,” he said softly, and the sound of his voice made her tremble. “I can’t tear you apart like I need to in a bathroom stall…”
Nichy came when he said that, his fingers tracing her still wet labia. She nodded softly, then harder because she was not even able to speak.
She wanted him to tear her apart properly…
Very thankful for Steven Otero sending me this link, and this video—both inspired this post.
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