Books, Butts and Bare Bodies

Literotic asexstories – Books, Butts and Bare Bodies by PennameWombat,

© 2023 PennameWombat

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

From the Library to the Row, accounting and skin have their own attractions stronger than gravity.

Tags: Nude Day 2023, Ass fucking, College, Cum swapping, DP, Exhibitionism, Outdoors, Public sex, Strap-on, Three men one woman

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The Library

“Hey, Trini.”

The young woman stopped with her right foot two steps below the landing to the next floor and her left leg one above that on the broad stairs. She half-twisted at the waist and bent slightly to look down and behind. Her backpack with a single strap through her right arm swung to that side.

“I was wondering if you were going to show, RB,” Trini said with a lilt, “or if hanging out in the Econ section was too boring on a sunny day. Pretty empty ’round here today.”

He stopped just before the first stair and stayed silent for an extra beat as he didn’t hide running his gaze from her black sneakers, up her bare legs, along her faded denim skirt to her bared midriff where it paused for a moment, before it found a sleeveless crop top that matched the skirt for color and finally arrived on a face whose expression had moved to a grin.

“Well, we were randomly paired for the report we need to do,” RB said as he stopped after climbing the first three stairs, “and better to start research sooner than later.”

“That attitude touches me deep in my black, black heart,” Trini said as she stood upright but stayed still, “we might make a decent team.”

Both went silent and nodded at two guys who clambered down the stairs ahead of Trini and spent an instant each to look at her before they also noticed RB below. Her face morphed to a friendly but not soft expression and they walked around her and continued to descend.

“I thought I was going to be paired with Brent,” RB said after he’d offered them a quick nod as he otherwise remained still, “in which case I was ninety-nine percent certain I’d be doing ninety-nine percent of the work.”

“Now you’ll just have to do ninety percent,” Trini said as she continued to look down, “I handle the broad outline. Leave the details to my collaborators.”

RB let out an exhaled chuckle as the two passers-by turned their heads and blinked with surprise before they then looked at the guy near them. He dismissed them and turned to again look upwards and rose another step. Trini held her position but kept her gaze locked on RB. The two guys quickened their pace and only their descending footfalls were reminders.

“They didn’t own it,” Trini said firmly.

RB chuckled but gave her a confused look before he shook his head. He pointed upward with his right arm and spoke.

“Lame asses. Another floor to go to the Econ section, why don’t you lead us on up.”

She snorted but turned her body and stepped up. She turned to her left to approach the next flight of stairs as he climbed slowly.

“This the first time we’ve talked outside of class beyond a sentence or two and setting up this meeting,” she said, “how do I know you can even read?”

“I can read the B U T T across your butt,” he said, “seems a bit redundant but single syllable words I can handle.”

She gave a hard hip shake and her skirt flared.

“Ah, there it is. Definitely B U T T,” he added, “and it’s not like anyone could miss that bright pink color.”

“You pass the first test,” she said as she led him up an additional flight, “we never talk outside of class because you always run away from me soon as we’re done.”

“No,” he said quickly, “YOU run off.”

“The pitfalls of both of us being poor and having actual jobs. So guess you have an excuse for ignoring me.”

She reached the next floor and turned and watched him climb.

“No,” he said, “you keep ignoring me.”

She snorted again and stood with her left arm bent to rest that hand on her hip as her right hand held the strap of her backpack. She returned to her lilted cadence.

“Guess we’ll have no choice but to pay attention to each other. At least for a while.”

He met her at the top of the stairs and caught eyes.

“So lead on,” he said, “ideas person. You have an outline for our report yet?”

“I have ideas,” she said as they walked alongside each other, “but I’ll need inspiration. Think you can inspire me?”

“Got some thoughts. You like words,” he said, “like making sure people know what they’re seeing when they look up your skirt.”

She grinned. “Some people won’t admit they’re looking. I like ones who own it.”

“Well, I could’ve rushed and caught up with you coming into the library,” he said, “but with that skirt I figured I’d just meet you on the stairs. And you’ve obviously been in the library before, where air conditioning is a modern convenience for OTHER buildings in the summer and minimal clothing is recommended. But not all that close to what you usually wear to class.”

“Definitely owning it. Work clothes. And been only a couple weeks, you haven’t seen my full wardrobe. Clearly guidance you took to heart, too, and I can ask the same question,” she said as she let her gaze trace his body head to toe and back to meet his eyes, “about those shorts and no sleeves either.”

“Great minds think alike, work clothes suck,” he said and she offered a left hand and they fist bumped.

“And speaking of summer,” she said, “why are you taking Economics 201 with glorious sunshine outside? You already fail it?”

Her head tilt and tone made clear she didn’t believe that.

“I assumed that was your reason,” he matched her tone and she stuck her tongue out but her eyes were crinkled with silent laughter and he paused with a smile, “double major, comp sci and data science, economics an applied field for it.”

“The dismal science. Must be why I like it. Similar, but poli sci and environmental science. Got a job locally and since Professor Hardacre was doing the session, and she’s like the guru, decided to take it. Plus, frees up a slot in the fall.”

“Again. Great minds think alike,” he said and she offered a left hand for a second fist bump, “hey, this the area. Think we can squeeze ourselves in here somewhere?”

Their view was a square, open area surrounded by rows of shelves holding their books.

“I don’t know,” she said, “there’s only four tables here and sixteen chairs and… all of them are empty. I, personally, require twenty-two chairs and twelve tables just so the expanse of my creativity can spread out.”

“We’ll squeeze it into that table,” RB said as he led them to the far table, “econ section over that way. So, Ms. Creativity, what’s your plan?”

They set their packs on the chosen table. Trini pulled a half sheet of notepaper from hers and held it in her left hand and waved it. RB unzipped his and pulled out a notepad and set it on the table.

“I have a few musty tomes we can start with.”

Trini scanned the signage on the shelving. She looked back as she walked toward a row between two shelves. As she walked she flipped the back of her skirt up with her free hand.

Can you read more than one syllable words?”

“‘BUTT.’ I think. Want to test me?”

“I plan to, just need to find the right book. Least your eyes are good.”

“Might be smaller text on there, give me a closer look,” he said as he followed her into a row to the left of their table.

“So what’s on the list?”

“Surprise, stay close,” she said as she scanned the shelves to her left with slow steps. He let out a laughing exhale before she stopped short and her hip nestled into his crotch.

“Oof,” he said. He shuffled his feet but kept himself snug as he set his right hand on the top of her right hip.

“Oh, found the first one,” she said as she turned her head and looked up. The loose crop top revealed rounded flesh that was just over half-covered by white fabric and lace.

“So what is it?” His hand traced her waistband, two fingers on flesh and two on cloth as she moved her left hip in a slow circuit.

She set her note on the shelf as she pulled a book out with her right hand and leaned slightly to reveal almost all but the extreme fronts of her bra cups. She held the cover where he had no choice but to look at both sights and looked down with him. His hand felt the merest sheen of sweat as it abandoned the waistband and went flat and slid up her back. Fingers danced on his left thigh just below the hem of his shorts.

“A combined volume,” he said, “‘The Maner and fourme how to kepe a perfecte reconyng,’ by James Peele, and his follow up ‘The Pathe Waye to Perfectnes, in th’accomptes of Debitour, and Creditour.’ So. We’re going right back to the beginning.”

“You’re good, you almost sound like a sixteenth century genius,” she pressed her hip more snugly into his crotch, “and it feels like you enjoy the thought of reading it.”

A fingertip slipped under the cloth of his shorts and his fingers slid under the loose top and traced the back strap of her bra.

“Ya know,” he said, “I was always taught that when a woman’s undergarments match, she meant for you to see them. Yours don’t match so shouldn’t they stay hidden?”

His fingers danced around the hooks at the center of the strap. She slid a second finger inside the denim cloth of his shorts.

“If you promise you’ll read to me,” she said, her voice lowered and gained a slight rasp, “I’ll make them match. If you’ll match me.”

She turned again to lock eyes. His fingers worked into place on her bra strap.

“I’ll go—-.”

“No. Do what you’re gonna do, then…,” she said in a continued husky tone, “then I’ll—-.”

He unhooked her bra and the cups loosened around her breasts.

“Damn. You’re good at that. Musta had lots of practice.”

“I have a few skills, some useful.”

She shuffled away from him and her fingers left his thigh but slid along his constrained erection as she moved.

“Hold this,” she said and handed him the book. He took it and she turned to face him and worked first one bra strap then the second through the top’s arm holes and past her arms before she pulled it down past the crop top. She tossed it to him.