I watched her frame rise as she took a deep breath. I had turned the flash of my camera off after some nasty looks over her shoulder, but she was still painfully aware of me. How could she not be? It was a Sunday and this was a library. The place was a ghost town.
Of course, I knew she would break any minute now, even if I was sitting a few chairs away from her. In the meantime, I wasn't complaining. It had been some time since I had last gotten a picture of her.
She was sitting at a desk filled with textbooks, pulling her hair into a bun and piercing it with a pencil, before opening the book in front of her. It was her little ritual before she started studying.
"Three, two, one," I counted her down.
No sooner had I finished when she turned to me, her cheeks tinted a light pink, and whisper yelled, "Stop that. You're annoying me."
"Permission to approach?" I asked.
Not waiting for an answer, I jumped up and went to her. To piss her off just a little more, I took another snap, this time of her textbooks.
"IT books?" I asked, flipping open one of her textbooks. Anything to annoy her into talking to me. "I thought you were majoring in business."
"Not IT, cybersecurity. And if you must know, I am finishing my business degree, but I'm just a few credits shy of a degree for several other things. So I figured I might as well do a triple major if they'll let me," she said, snapping the book I had opened shut. "Now go away."
For anyone else, seven years at NYU without declaring a major was messing around and wasting money. Not Stacy Kendrick though. Even if she didn't know what she wanted, she was determined to be successful, even at being confused.
"How many things are several things, Stace?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm not talking to you," she insisted. "This is a library and you're being loud."
With a head flip, she went back to her reading. Sensing that this might carry on for longer than I had bargained on, I pulled her chair out, holding onto the backrest next to her shoulders.
"There's no one here. It's just us. Even the librarian is drunk on her stash of bourbon at her desk by now because she's so bored," I said, snapping the book Stacy was reading shut. "I think it's time for a little something I like to call Scott says."
Her face soured. Stacy still couldn't believe she had lost our last bet. My prize? I got to tell her what to do for five minutes straight.
"I did everything. All he had to do was close the deal. Can I have your number? How hard is that to say Kenny?" she moped.
"Closing the deal isn't Kenny's strong point, especially when there is a woman involved," I said with a laugh. "Setting the timer now."
I offered her my hand. Surprisingly, she took it and let me help her out of the chair. Luckily for me, Stacy was never one to go back on a bet.
"Okay fine but we have to be quiet," she said.
"Scott says get on this desk and scream Scott is the greatest," I said with a cheeky grin on my face.
Stacy hated those people. The ones that were noisy in libraries. The person she was about to become.
She narrowed her eyes and glared at me, but got onto the chair she had just been sitting on, using it as a stepping stone to get onto the table.
"Oh that's beautiful. Keep going," I said, taking one or two photos before she was standing straight up on the table.
"Scott is the greatest," she screamed as loud as her voice would allow.
I applauded approvingly. She was about to get off the table, when I stopped her.
"Now hold on, we're not done here," I said, turning to my playlist to seek out the loudest music I could find.
She looked at me like I'd just bitch slapped her. Her hands were on her hips and she looked like she wanted to bolt. Her reaction was so priceless I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Scott says let's see your moves, Kendrick. Dance for me," I said, raising my hands to the roof.
"You want to see my moves? Okay," she said, dropping her hands from her hips to her blouse.
She started unbuttoning the lower buttons of said blouse and I lowered my camera.
"What are you doing?" I asked, licking my lips as her belly came into view.
She unbuttoned a few buttons from the top, until there were only two buttons left. Then she took the two lower ends of her blouse and tied them into a knot. A little red was now visible just beneath the white knotted blouse. I stopped breathing.
"Getting battle ready," she said, winking at me before she started swaying her hips from side to side. "Don't stop now, picture boy," she said, her hands trailing down her body from her neck onto her chest, down her belly and settling on her hips as she swayed to the music.
She turned around and blew me a kiss over her shoulder. That move sent flashes of my sex dream about her through my head and I knew she needed to stop.
"Scott says gift me an item of clothing," I said, blurting out the first thing that came to mind.
Mercifully that got her to stop shaking her ass in my face. But when she turned around, I knew I had said the wrong thing. She looked like she was going to war, a mischievous glint in her eye as she reached for the knot in between her breasts.
"Scott says… game over," I said, hearing the timer go off.
I held up my phone as proof but she was already reaching behind her back. Then she reached her hands up her arms and pulled down her bra straps one at a time. Slowly, teasingly, ignoring me like I wasn't even there.
The song had long since ended when she finally pulled her red lace bra out of her shirt, her breasts rising and then dropping as she did.
"Your gift, sir," she said, handing it to me.
All I could focus on were her hard nipples and the shapes of her breasts visible through the fabric. There was no saving face now. I knew I was rock hard even without looking.
Just then, the librarian, who was indeed drunk, made an appearance.
"What do you think you're doing?" she yelled.
"Shit," Stacy cursed, her cheeks reddening as she buttoned up.
"Time to go," I said, grabbing her backpack and stuffing all her books back into it. "Next time, pack light."
"What do you mean next time?" she yelled at me.
"Wait right there," the librarian called out, drunkenly making her way to us.
"Run," I yelled back, slinging Stacy's backpack over my shoulder.
We both looked at each other, her bra still dangling from her fingers.
"Seriously go," I urged, snatching my prize from her and stuffing it into my pocket before grabbing her hand.
We were in such a hurry to get away from the drunk librarian that even Stacy couldn't find her way out of the library, her favorite spot on campus.
"Wait, wait, wait. Time out," I said, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her behind a bookcase.
Her body was pressed up against mine as we breathed hard together, waiting to hear if we had lost the librarian.
"Uhm Scott," Stacy whispered.
"Shush," I said, looking down at her.
"But Scott," she shifted around uncomfortably in my arms, struggling until her hand accidentally grazed my hard cock.
"Shit, I'm sorry," I said, grabbing her shoulders and pushing her away.
She went off into a fit of giggles, covering her mouth with both hands. I wanted to die of mortification. Well, what did she expect?
When she finally died down, she held out her hand to me and said, "Friends?"
I wondered if she treated any of her other friends this way. Despite what she insisted about me being her only friend, Stacy was very popular at NYU. She had more study buddies than I liked. Most of them men, which I liked even less. Friends was becoming increasingly harder and harder.
I opened my mouth to speak, when my phone buzzed in my pocket. It was a text from Willow.
Willow: Don't flip out. Went out with Joey and the guys.
Willow: Joseph*
Willow: See you soon
"Who the hell is Joseph?" I asked, after reading the texts out loud.
"Oh crap," said Stacy with a sigh. "Scottie, don't freak out, okay?"