I’ve always been the quiet type, the kind of girl who spends her time with her head buried in a book. I never thought I’d be the kind of person to get so worked up in public, but there’s just something about doing something risky that’s impossible to resist.

It happened a few months ago, right at the end of the semester. I was cramming for finals in the library, focused on my notes when a friend — let’s call him Jake — showed up. Jake and I have always had this strange, unspoken tension between us. He’s older, a senior, and I’ve secretly had a crush on him since the first time we met. I was surprised to see him, but happy to have someone distract me.

He sat beside me, close enough that our knees brushed under the table, and I tried to act casual even though my heart was racing. We started talking quietly, and it wasn’t long before his hand moved to rest on my thigh, just a casual touch that sent shivers down my spine. I glanced around, but the place was mostly empty except for a few students scattered here and there. No one was paying attention.

But then his fingers started moving higher, slipping under the hem of my skirt. My breath caught, and I froze, torn between pushing him away and leaning into it. “What are you doing?” I whispered, glancing around nervously, but I didn’t move. I didn’t stop him.

“Just testing something,” he murmured back, his voice so low it was almost a growl. His fingers brushed against the thin fabric of my panties, and I bit down hard on my lip, struggling to keep my breathing steady. I didn’t want him to stop. I was soaked, aching, and he knew it. He slid his fingers under the edge of my panties, and I let out a tiny gasp.

I should have pushed him away. We were in a library, anyone could have seen. But I didn’t. Instead, I spread my legs a little wider, giving him permission without saying a word. His fingers slipped inside me, slow and deliberate, and I had to bury my face in my hand to keep from making a sound.

He kept his eyes on my face, watching every tiny expression as he moved his fingers inside me, curling them just right. “You have to stay quiet, okay?” he whispered, and I nodded desperately, trying to hold back the whimpers building in my throat.

Every tiny movement was torture, a sweet, unbearable pleasure that I couldn’t escape from. I could hear the faint rustling of pages turning, the click of keyboards, but all I could think about was his hand between my legs, the way he was pushing me right to the edge without any concern for where we were. It was reckless, dangerous… and I loved every second.

I was so close, my legs trembling, my body begging for release, when he suddenly stopped. I whimpered, glaring at him, but he just smiled, his thumb brushing against my swollen clit in a way that made my vision blur. “Not yet,” he whispered.

“Please,” I breathed, hating how desperate I sounded, but he just leaned in, his lips brushing my ear.

“Meet me in the stacks in five minutes,” he murmured, slipping his fingers out of me and giving me one last teasing touch before pulling away completely.

I thought I could control myself, but the second he left, I was up and moving, my body burning with need. When I found him, he pulled me behind one of the tall shelves, pinning me against it, and I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t care if someone walked in and saw. I needed him, right then and there, and I didn’t care who knew it.

The moment he pushed inside me, my body exploded with pleasure. I buried my face in his shoulder, biting down to keep from screaming as he fucked me hard and fast, right there in the middle of the library. It was hot, wild, and so incredibly wrong. I came almost immediately, clenching around him as my body shook, and he swallowed my muffled cries with his lips.

When it was over, we stood there for a long moment, catching our breath. I felt him twitch inside me one last time before he pulled out, a satisfied grin on his face.

“That was… reckless,” I whispered, still panting, my legs barely holding me up.

He just smirked. “Yeah… but you loved it, didn’t you?”

I didn’t answer. But the truth is… I think I loved it more than I’d ever admit.