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Walking around her university's library, Peanut looked for a nice, quiet spot to set up. There were a few long tables in the library, and thankfully, the one furthest from the front desk was vacant. Sitting down on the far end of the desk, Peanut pulled her physics textbooks and notebooks from her bag and set them down.
Today, she was studying for an assessment, and she wouldn’t be distracted from the pursuit of knowledge.
There was just one thing she needed to do first.
Taking out her phone, Peanut texted the number written in the back of her notebook. It belonged to a boy in her class, who’d offered to give her his notes if she ever missed one. Hopefully, he’d respond quickly so she could get to work.
For a moment, Peanut blankly stared at her phone. That was not what she was expecting.
Her first reaction was to roll her eyes, but that turned to a smile that held on her lips. She hadn’t taken him for the cute type, but she could play along. At least for a moment.
Standing up and pulling out the pop stand on the back of her phone, Peanut approached a bookshelf. Placing her phone at head level, she opened the camera app and turned it to selfie mode. Putting it on a timer, she sat back down, opened her notebook, and kept smiling as the camera flashed.
Jumping up with a hint of excitement, Peanut looked at the picture. It was a good picture of her. She looked natural and cute, which wasn’t something she normally thought of herself as. Others certainly didn’t seem to think so.
Opening back up the chat, she fired it off alongside some texts.
Peanut nearly dropped her phone on her walk back to the desk. That couldn’t be true. Had she really just traded a cute picture of herself for academic disappointment?
Peanut set down her phone and sighed. She was screwed. There was no way to get what she needed. Maybe Miss Desirée would send her today’s discussion if she emailed her, but she definitely wouldn’t respond until her work day started tomorrow. Or maybe Peanut was better off dropping out of physics entirely and studying cupcakes at Bonnie’s bakery.
Starting to pout, Peanut’s phone lit up on the desk.
Peanut snickered. There her stranger was, being cute again. Shaking her head, Peanut picked up her phone and tried to relax into her chair. Her night was already off track—there was no harm in cheering herself up before she decided how to deal with this development.
A laugh made its way out of Peanut. It was subtle, but it was still a laugh. Imagining her, of all people, as a rage monster was a million times funnier than the stranger could ever know. Though she would be open to herbal tea and a massage. They had her on that.
Peanut was hoping for a response, but even though it didn’t come, she still set her phone down with a smile. She couldn’t deny that part of her wanted to keep talking, but it was fine. It was probably good, everything considered. Even if her notes were incomplete, she still had a lot of information to study.
Unfortunately, that didn’t mean she was learning a thing.
She tried. Peanut really tried. There were weeks of notes and decades of theorems on her desk. All she had to do was remember something to make progress. It just wasn’t happening. Every time she turned the page, everything in her mind reset to zero.
A zero regarding physics, anyway.
Every word from her cute stranger was still bouncing around Peanut’s head.
Awaiting a response, Peanut popped her phone stand back open and set it on the desk. When their response came through, there was nothing for her to do but blush.
Of all things, Peanut was not expecting a direct come-on. She wasn’t expecting any kind of come-on. What she’d been prepared for was another silly quip from her anonymous friend, but… but she didn’t mind this development.
Maybe a bit of flirting was what Peanut needed tonight. Maybe even a bit of-.
Before Peanut’s mind could get too steamy, she sent a response. She needed to be sure the person on the other end was serious. She couldn’t do what her body was telling her she wanted without some certainty.
No response.
Peanut waited five minutes, and nothing came.
They didn’t tell her they were joking, and she shouldn’t do anything. They didn’t confirm they were serious about wanting to see her boobs. Her now flirtatious stranger had simply left the matter in her shaky hands.
Peanut knew what she wanted, surprisingly. She was sure because for all five of those minutes, Peanut couldn’t stop imagining herself stripping down in her very public school library.
Looking around her empty section of the library, Peanut knew she needed to do this now. Every second she waited to do this stupid, fetishistic flash was another second where she could get caught and expelled.
Heart beating quickly and hands shaking, Peanut undid the first button of her shirt. Instinctively, her eyes jerked around the space.
She was still alone. Still safe to indulge in herself.
Maybe all of herself with enough nerves.
For each button she undid, Peanut’s hands and heart moved faster. Reaching the point where her sweater got in the way, Peanut couldn’t help looking at her cleavage. She was already far more exposed than she’d ever been, but her tits were aching for even more.
Opening back up her camera app, Peanut used it as a mirror. With a deep breath to release tension, she tugged down her sweater. Her heavy breasts rolled over the top, modesty gone, even though two last buttons stood in the way of criminal exposure.
Taking another deep breath, Peanut undid the buttons. Her shirt was pushed open by the fullness of her chest, and her mouth agape before her camera, Peanut watched as her hard nipples were exposed to the world.
It was hot. She was hot.
And yet, it wasn’t enough for Peanut to stop.
Peanut stood up, her hips rising into the frame as she looked around once again. No one was in sight, but in her heightened state, she could hear everyone working in the library. Any one of them could stumble upon her doing this at any moment. It had to happen now, or never.
Grabbing the center of her shirt, Peanut pulled it tight to her breast. They pushed against it for freedom, but Peanut had her plans. Tugging, the shirt slipped down her shoulders to show off the fullness of her smooth bust.
Looking at her own body in the camera with a smile and lustful eyes, Peanut dropped her grip on the left side of her shirt. Her breast spilled completely out for all the world to see, and Peanut leaned forward to press the delayed picture button on her phone.
With a flash, Peanut’s experiment was fully and explicitly documented. Mouth-watering slightly, she reached for her phone and studied herself.
Despite everything, it didn’t look real. Peanut couldn’t believe that she was so pretty. That her breast had always looked so good. That she was the kind of girl who could do something like this, and that a warm stickiness would trickle from her crotch because of how much she liked it.
Though she put her fingers on her cloth-covered pussy, Peanut didn’t have time to ease her fire.
Two pairs of footsteps were suddenly getting louder, and her hands had other instincts to prioritize. She didn’t have time to put her shirt back on, so Peanut just shoved it under her sweater and pulled that up over her tits.
Completely still but for a heart beating faster than it ever had, Peanut watched as two students entered her ‘private’ section of the library. They sat down at a table, and she whimpered in disappointment.
She was fast enough not to get caught, but now she wasn’t alone. Tucking into herself and her chair, Peanut opened her phone.
Looking at the picture, she couldn’t even ogle herself anymore. Her heart had left its erotic beat behind for one of panic. She’d just about exposed herself to two strangers just because a different stranger asked her to flash them. It was so stupid of her. The dumb kind of fantasy that was fun to have, but no one should ever act upon.
With a groan, Peanut resolved to calm down. No flashing. No touching herself. No sitting there and daydreaming until she'd soaked through her panties.
She needed to relax. Why she thought talking to the person who turned her on like this would calm her down was a… personal matter.
Peanut couldn’t explain why she sent them the picture. She might have known someplace deep in her mind, but she’d never explain herself.
Biting her lip, Peanut waited for a response. The typing bubbles went on and off a few times before she got a response far more thrilling than expected.
Cunnilingus was the first word in Peanut’s head, and it made her pussy clench. A happy buzz filled her chest as she dreamed about her heat being devoured, and her eyes jerked up just in time to see people staring at her for making weird noises.
Blushing, Peanut put a textbook up on the table and slouched in her chair to hide behind it.
She was in public. She needed to calm down, and all she was doing was chasing pleasure.
Peanut waited for a response, and when the dots didn’t even show up, she let out a long sigh. She’d created some distance between them that she could use to calm down. Casting doubt on her being in the right headspace to consent to sending her nudes wasn’t her proudest text, but it served its purpose.
And while the purpose of physics books wasn’t to ease her blue vulva, Peanut at least had some motivation to get back to her studies.
Some actual time managed to pass during this study session, and Peanut felt good about it. Maybe it was her focus - maybe her blood was flowing a bit faster after her escapade - but she was securing the information in her head. Her next assessment wasn’t going to defeat her if she had anything to say about it.
Unfortunately, she could only stay in the library for so long. The final transport bus for the day was coming, and Peanut had no choice but to stop studying and get prepared to leave.
There was just one problem with that.
Even hours later, Peanut was still turned on, and without her educational distractions, she found herself staring at those texts. Tentatively, Peanut tried to reignite the conversation.
Peanut blushed as her body heated right back up. That’s exactly what she’d wanted from them.
For a second, Peanut let that sit. She thought she wanted to see their response, but when the dots appeared, her fingers ran out in front of them. Even if it’s what she wanted them to know, it was too explicit too quickly.
Blushing. So much blushing. There was no way her new friend wasn’t typing with one hand, and seeing how the time had massively culled the population of the library, it would be so easy for Peanut to do the same.
Slipping her hand into her pants, Peanut whimpered. Her clit ached, her lips were sensitive, and everything was warm and wet.
Peanut slammed her phone down in embarrassment. That was awful. If she wanted this to go all the way, her game needed to be better. Sure, this was a new experience for her from every angle of approach, but she knew she could do this if she just tried hard enough.
Well, she needed to do it. She needed to satiate her desire.
Her ability to do it was severely in question, despite herself.
Peanut sighed. Even a simple compliment like that would make her feel great most days, but not tonight. This whole thing was the wrong kind of bust. She’d played herself down too much. They weren’t going to make a move on her, and Peanut wasn’t brave enough to ask for dirty talk.
Two fingers slipped over the waistband of Peanut’s panties, a moan crawling out of her throat as they passed her clit. Rubbing her lips with her fingers and clit with her palm, her body convulsed from how close it was. She was so ready for this.
Peanut stared at the desk with a hanging breath. She could do that. She could push her things to the side and get on it. They might need to imagine it, but Peanut could live it.
As she waited for a response, Peanut got up. She climbed across the table, sitting on the opposite edge as she switched from her texts to her camera app. Her heart rushing in her chest, Peanut switched from photo mode to video mode and set her recording phone on the chair before her.
So badly needing to relieve her baser urges, Peanut immediately unbuttoned her jeans. As her creamy thighs were revealed inch by undressed inch, Peanut’s mouth watered.
She looked incredible. Wide hips and thighs she’d never appreciate before. Pussy lips that looked as tight and full when her panties were around her knees as they did while she was wearing them. An ass that Peanut literally stopped undressing to lust after, clothes hanging from her left leg as her right stayed on the table.
Peanut could have voyeur her own public indecency for hours without another movement, but then a text appeared at the top of her screen.
Choking back a moan, Peanut moved her hands like she wished they could. Touching her clit, Peanut’s chest shook against the hand climbing up her shirt. She groped herself, but the touch wasn’t enough. She needed to be seen.
As she pulled her shirt and sweater over the tops of her breasts, Peanut slid two fingers down her lips and entrusted her thumb with pleasing her clit. Gentle moans dripped from her mouth just from the lingering touch, leading Peanut to place a free finger over her upper lips to try to quiet herself.
Staring at her naked glory on the camera, Peanut paused for just a moment to think about how innocent she looked. She looked like this vulnerable virgin touching herself for the first time.
That wasn’t true, but god did she look like it.
That wasn’t innocent.
That was a million miles away from innocent, exactly where Peanut wanted to be.
Her movements were slow and delicate at first. The two fingers against her lips played with them, rubbing circles and teasing her entrance. She wouldn’t enter herself. Not until her stranger said she should. Not until they said they were entering her, but the wait only made Peanut see more stars.
As her two fingers began to quicken against her core, Peanut’s thumb kept pace against her clit. The little thing was so sensitive and desperate, each flick channeling a moan through her whole body. That pleasure thankfully wasn’t escaping through her mouth, but that just meant it was building up inside Peanut.
As her eyes started to twitch and her hips started to roll, Peanut knew she needed to finish. It wasn’t a matter of stopping so she wouldn’t get caught. She didn’t care about catching the bus.
All Peanut needed was to cum, and she needed it now.
Zero hesitation. Zero resistance. Two slick-soaked fingers pierced her lips and Peanut’s hips rolled her clit against her palm.
Closing her eyes and biting down on her lip, Peanut put everything she could into herself. Fingers split her fluttering walls to drive into her depths, laying claim to her as she wished her stranger could. No longer caring to cover her mouth, Peanut dedicated her other hand just to pleasing her throbbing clit.
She’d be embarrassed by how quickly she was coming undone if it didn’t feel so good.
If being exposed to the world and documented for a stranger hasn’t introduced her to pleasures yet unfelt in her short life.
As pleasure flowed through her, Peanut started to feel like water - or maybe slick was a better word. She was hot and fluid and dripping, body rocking on the desk as she tried to burst forth from her pussy. In the mess, she lost the ability to grip her jaw closed, and half-breaths choked themselves in her throat.
She felt so good. She felt so right. And then, just for a moment, Peanut’s eyes stopped rolling back and flickering long enough for her to see herself on camera.
Peanut saw a beautiful woman in the throes of pleasure. The most beautiful woman. Not some wallflower. Not an insecure girl who couldn’t compare with the girls around her.
She saw a woman who was confident in her body. A woman who had no fear that her star would be dimmed by the messy pleasure consuming her. A woman who knew she was sexy and enjoyed it.
Peanut saw, for just a moment, a woman who was confident and desired.
She saw her confidence. She saw her desirability.
Peanut saw herself not just for the woman she was, but the one her phone fling wanted.
And that was all she needed to finish.
Peanut moaned to the ceiling as she came. She shouldn’t have. She should have controlled the call, but it wasn’t like she was in control of anything. Her hips were rocking, her cunt was dripping, and her walls were clenching as she nursed herself through her orgasm. Any other response would be disrespectful to the peak of pleasure she was still experiencing, even a minute later.
Thankfully, Peanut hadn’t completely given in to her orgasm. She was still conscious enough to hear the rushing of heels through the library, and she had just enough brains to connect the dots.
“Oh fuck! The librarian’s coming!”
Peanut scrambled backwards, knowing full well she didn’t have time to get her pants back on. Falling into her chair with a wet thud, Peanut pulled down her sweater and hoped that her immodesty wasn’t obvious under the desk. All she had was hope she wouldn’t get caught.
When the library rounded the corner, Peanut found herself frozen. The older woman knew. Peanut was sure of it. She was being glared at like she was a slut, which was as new as it was a shitty experience.
Thankfully, however, it didn’t seem like she knew exactly what Peanut had done. The look treated her not like she was half naked after making a puddle on the table, but like she was touching herself under the desk. In the librarian's eyes, it seemed like Peanut was just the most recent in a long line of girls who’d read erotica in public and gotten too excited.
The librarian reminded Peanut they were going to close soon, and she nodded in response. That drove the woman off for the moment, and Peanut rushed to her phone before any thought of fixing her appearance entered her mind. She needed her stranger to know.
Happy with that, Peanut closed her phone and looked down at her wetness. She’d made a complete mess of herself without any way to clean it up. It was something Peanut should have thought about before she fucked herself, and yet, she wouldn’t do anything differently if she could go back.
Well, maybe she’d play with her titties a bit more. Her hard nipples had been sorely underappreciated.
Doing her best to get out of the library in one piece, Peanut removed her panties and ran them across everything. The gray fabric was black with moisture by the time her thighs were dry, which Peanut tried hard not to think about. Her slick and her panties were better in her bag than on her body, she had to remind herself.
Shirt secured and pants back on, Peanut hid her panties underneath all her books. The fact that tonight had started as a study attempt felt so distant now that it almost made her laugh. She definitely would have if she weren’t so scared of drawing the librarian’s attention again.
Scuttling out of the library, Peanut found herself with a quiet, lonely moment at the bus stop. Looking around and seeing no one approaching, she pulled out her phone and opened up the photo app. Tentatively, she clicked on the video of herself playing.
It was hot. It was messy. It was… it was a lot to take in.
So much so that Peanut couldn’t get through the full thing. Looking at herself being so free was far too intimate and vulnerable. Not just for Peanut, but for anyone.
She wasn’t ready.
Still, though, she wanted the person who’d encouraged to see the fruits of their work.
Finding the frame where she sat on the table fully nude, staring at herself and thinking herself innocent, Peanut screenshotted the video. This would have to do. For now, anyway.
Maybe one day she could totally give herself to them. Maybe she’d even see them someday…