EVE: What?
ELLIOT: Lower your phone and flip up your skirt. Bury your fingers in your cunt and snap the picture.
EVE: No way! What if someone sees me?
ELLIOT: It doesn’t sound like you’re trying very hard to be a good girl to me.
Guilt started to eat at me. I knew I had to do it if I wanted him to believe that I was going to make an effort. I looked both ways down the aisles of books, and I stood still as I listened as hard as I could. I couldn’t hear anything. There were only soft murmurs from the few people in the library, but I could tell by how smooth their voices were that they weren’t anywhere close to me. So, I did what he said.
I lifted my right foot and rested it on the bookshelf. I lowered my phone and pushed my skirt up with my free hand. I was so nervous about touching myself that my hand was shaking. I spread my folds and tried to push a finger inside, but things down there were too dry.
I huffed and texted him back.
EVE: I’m trying, but it won’t go in.
ELLIOT: suck on your fingers first. They’ll slide in much easier.
I stuck my index and ring finger into my mouth, sucking on them and coating them with my saliva. Then I tried again. Elliot was right; they did slide in much more easily.
I was able to snap the picture that he wanted. With the angle of my phone, you could see my fingers buried deep within me, and you could also see my upper body with the books behind me.
I quickly withdrew my fingers, lowered my skirt, and sent the picture. I hadn’t even made it out of the aisles before my phone was vibrating again.
ELLIOT: Good girl. I’ve never been so interested in Pantographia before.
I was confused until I realized he was referring to the backdrop of books behind me. Between my legs, I zoomed in right below my hand, and there’s the title:Pantographia.
My cheeks grew warm, and a smile tugged at my lips as I moved back to my seat. I was about to put the phone away when it vibrated again. I couldn’t ignore it, so I pulled up the new message.
My mouth fell open when I realized that there weren’t any words in the message. It was only a picture. A picture of Elliot sitting behind his desk. His face wasn’t in it, but it was definitely him. He had his pants pulled down just enough for his massive cock to be free. He was rock hard and standing at attention, a thick, blue vein running up the shaft as he kept his hand wrapped around it tightly. My stomach tightened with excitement, and the junction between my legs started to throb more than ever before.
EVE: I can’t believe you just sent me that.
I saved the picture anyway, because I knew I would look at it over and over again.
I put my phone away, but I was beyond distracted at that point. I couldn’t think of anything but him. It seemed silly. I had done one thing, and it was like my reward was getting that picture from him. I shouldn’t have loved it as much as I did, at least that’s what I told myself. I wanted to be repulsed. I wanted to be turned off, but deep down, I was more turned on than ever.
My phone vibrated again, and I pulled it out as quickly as possible. It wasn’t another picture. It was a video.
I turned my phone to silent mode before clicking the play button.
Sitting in the very public library on campus, I watched my professor touch himself. He started slow, moving his hand to the tip of his cock and back down to the base. I watched as a drop of precum formed on the tip. I swallowed hard as a deep need to taste him consumed me. I’d never given a guy a blow job before, but I was excited to try to please Elliot. Maybe the guy I’d known would emerge again.
His hand worked faster and faster until his excitement came rushing from the tip. He didn’t stop. He didn’t care that it was running down his hand or landing on his jeans. He kept pushing, kept working until he had drained himself of every last drop. The video ended, but I wanted so much more. I needed more, but I had no idea what it was that I needed.
I gathered my things and left the library.
I was halfway home when the vibration of my phone reminded me that I hadn’t responded to his video. I pulled my phone from my bag and read the message.
ELLIOT: Sorry about that. Pantographia went straight to my head.
I let out a genuine laugh. Feeling brave, I messaged back.
EVE: So… that was in response to my picture?
After a couple of minutes of no reply, I put my phone away and finished the walk to my apartment. I let myself in, and once I got upstairs, I tossed my bag onto the floor and flopped onto my couch. I turned the volume on my phone up and played the video again. If it was sexy with no sound, it was sexy as hell with the volume up. I could hear his heavy breathing in the background.His soft groans of pleasure. Just before he came undone, he let out a quiet, “Fuck, Evie.”
Hearing my old nickname fall from his lips like that made my blood burn for him. Every muscle tightened as the butterflies in my stomach came alive.
