The campus library during finals week is a special kind of purgatory. Stale coffee, frantic whispers, the collective anxiety of a thousand students. Mia is buried in her biochem notes, a fortress of highlighters and stress.

I found her in a secluded carrel. No words, just my hand on her shoulder, then sliding down her back. She didn't look up, just shifted slightly in her chair as my fingers found the hem of her skirt. Right there, surrounded by textbooks on organic compounds, I pushed her panties aside and started working her pussy with my fingers. Slow, firm circles. Her pen stopped moving. Her breath hitched, then evened out into a quiet, controlled rhythm as she came against my hand, her eyes never leaving her notes.

I wiped my fingers on the inside of her thigh, kissed her temple, and walked away. She texted me five minutes later: 'thanks. needed that.'

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