Chapter 22: A Visit at Work
Maggie sat in her history lecture, trying hard not to fall asleep. Part of the problem was how hot the lecture hall was. The other part was that she felt completely boneless after the lovemaking she shared with Judy. Utterly and completely relaxed.
But she made it through the class and got some good notes as well. She left the building and started across the quad. Just a few steps later, someone wrapped her hand in theirs, and she turned to smile up at Leo.
“God, Maggie,” he whispered before leaning down for a kiss. “You look amazing in that dress and heels.” Maggie smiled that much more brightly.
“Thank you, lover. I wanted to try a new look today, and it’s cool enough to wear a sweater dress. I’m glad you like it.” Maggie pulled him closer, her fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie. The scent of him—fresh laundry and something woodsy—washed over her, grounding her in the moment. The quad was alive around them, students laughing and chatting as they moved between classes, but all Maggie could focus on was the way Leo’s hands felt on her waist, the warmth of his body against hers.
Leo’s lips were soft but insistent, his kiss deepening as he pulled her flush against him. Maggie melted into it, her body still humming from the memory of Judy’s touch, but now alight with something new, something just as intoxicating.
Leo tasted like mint and sunshine, his tongue sliding against hers with a confidence that made her stomach flip. She could taste the faint trace of peppermint gum he must have popped in before their kiss, and it made her lips tingle.
She pulled back just enough to smirk up at him, her fingers still gripping the front of his hoodie. “You always know how to make a girl feel good,” she murmured, her voice soft but loaded with meaning.
Leo’s laugh was low and warm, his hands sliding down to her waist before pulling her closer. “That’s my job, isn’t it?” He tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. “Besides, you look *stunning*.
You always do, but today—” Leo trailed off, his gaze flickering over Maggie’s sweater dress, the way it clung to her hips before flaring slightly at the knees in a subtle A-line. The fabric was a resilient cream, soft-looking but structured enough to hint at the curves beneath. The heels she wore—simple cream pumps with a delicate ankle strap—added an inch to her already graceful height, making her look both elegant and approachable. “You’ve gone and done something to yourself,” he finally finished, his voice dropping lower.
Maggie grinned and tugged his hand as she headed toward their English class. “Come on, lover. Class, then lunch, then we’ll negotiate.” Leo laughed out loud as he allowed himself to be led the lecture.
Before they entered the classroom, he pulled her back against him and gave her a firm, quick, deep kiss that tasted of mint and left a shimmer of sparkles in the air.
“Tease,” she murmured against his lips, hands firm on his waist.
Leo’s laughter was boisterous, his blue eyes shining. “You love it.”
They slid into their seats just as the professor began, Leo’s fingers lingering on Maggie’s knee under the desk, tracing idle patterns that made her skin prickle with awareness. Maggie crossed her legs, exposing more thigh to Leo and, incidentally, lots of calf to the teacher. At one point, Maggie smacked Leo’s hand softly and whispered, “Be good!” Leo grinned and mouthed, “Never,” before returning his attention to the professor, though his fingers kept tracing lazy circles on her knee.
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The professor droned on about the themes of alienation in *Frankenstein*, but Maggie’s mind kept drifting back to the way Judy’s cock had pulsed inside her, the way Leo’s lips had tasted of mint and sunshine. The contrast between the two experiences was intoxicating—one slow and deliberate, the other quick and fiery. She shifted in her seat, the memory of Judy’s touch still lingering between her thighs, making her squirm.
Leo noticed. His fingers stilled on her knee, then slid higher, just beneath the hem of her sweater dress.
Maggie caught her breath and turned to look at him, eyes wide with warning. Leo merely grinned mischievously and leaned over to whisper, “You’re the one who keeps wiggling.”
Maggie pursed her lips, torn between irritation and arousal. She glanced at the professor, who was still deep into his lecture on Shelley’s themes of creation and abandonment, completely oblivious. Maggie shifted again, this time subtly leaning into Leo’s touch.
He responded by letting his fingers trail upward, now brushing against the bare skin of her inner thigh. Maggie’s breath hitched, her body tensing slightly as she struggled to maintain her composure. But she captured his hand in hers and squeezed gently, making him be still.
The lecture ended and the two of them packed up their books. Throwing her bag over her shoulder, Maggie asked, “Pizza, babe?” Leo stopped and looked at her blankly.
He asked, “Won’t Kimberly be there?”
Maggie blinked at the odd question, then said, “I think so. I *hope* so. Did something happen between you two?”
Leo shook his head slowly as they left the building hand-in-hand. “Won’t that be weird?”
Maggie tilted her head to look at him sideways. “Why would it be weird? She’s our friend, no matter how often we fuck her, bathe with her, or sleep with her. Remember when you said you only wanted me to be with someone who would respect me? Are you respecting her right now?” Maggie asked with no edge, just curiosity and a gentle smile.
Leo noticed immediately the way her voice had shifted slightly, the teasing lilt replaced with something softer and more serious. He exhaled through his nose and shrugged, lacing his fingers back through hers as they headed toward the student center.
“It’s not that it’s weird,” he said. “It’s just—I don’t know, Maggie. I feel weird about it, you know? Like I’m staking a claim when you’re with someone else, even if it’s just Kimberly. I don’t want to be possessive, but I can’t help feeling that way sometimes.”
Maggie stopped walking just outside the door to the pizzeria, turning toward him. She lifted her hand to his cheek, caressing softly.
“First of all, baby, it’s okay to be possessive. You just have to tell me you’re feeling it, so we can talk it through.”
“Second of all, she’s not made any claim on me, except to let me make her cum several times.” She leaned up and kissed Leo softly. “And then be fucked by my boyfriend.”
“Finally, it’s only weird if we make it weird. We’re not going to have sex on the floor of the pizzeria. We’re having lunch where a friend of ours works.” Maggie kissed Leo again. “Get over yourself.” Maggie’s tone was teasing, but her fingers tightened around Leo’s wrist as she pulled him into the pizzeria, the warm scent of garlic and tomato sauce wrapping around them like a hug.
Inside, the place was already crowded with students grabbing lunch between classes, the hum of conversation and clinking cutlery bouncing off the tile floors. Kimberly was behind the counter, her dark curls piled into a messy bun, her face flushed from the heat of the kitchen. She looked up as the bell above the door jingled, and her eyes lit up the second she saw Maggie.
“Maggie!” Kimberly called out, waving them over with a flour-dusted hand.
She wiped it quickly on her apron and rounded the counter, crossing the small space between them in two long strides. Before Maggie could even set her bag down, Kimberly pulled her into a tight hug, her cheek pressing against Maggie’s temple for just a moment before she stepped back, eyes scanning Maggie from head to toe.
“Damn, Maggie, you look *amazing*,” Kimberly said, her voice warm and appreciative.
Maggie brushed imaginary dust from her dress. “This old thing?” She tugged on Kimberly’s hands, then gave her a soft kiss, fingers carding in Kimberly’s hair. Kimberly relaxed into Maggie’s touch, and Maggie smiled brightly. “There’s my girl.”
Kimberly glowed back and turned toward Leo. Leo didn’t miss a beat, leaning down and kissing Kimberly’s mouth softly. “Hey, gorgeous.” Kimberly blushed and led them to their corner table.
As Leo and Maggie sat, Kimberly got them their usual sodas. “You guys want your usual order or are you going to change it up?” Maggie looked at Leo, then laughed. “The usual.” Kimberly nodded and went back to the kitchen. Maggie turned toward Leo and caressed his face softly before leaning in to kiss him slowly. When she pulled back, she murmured, “You did good, Leo. Very proud of you.”
Maggie leaned in and kissed him again, slow and deep, as if to underline her point. Leo responded by wrapping his arms around her back and pulling her against him, tongues entwining. Maggie could feel the warmth of his body through their clothes, the way their heartbeats synced up. When they finally broke apart, Kimberly was setting their plates down in front of them. The smell of melted cheese, pepperoni and garlic butter hit them instantly.
Kimberly lingered for a moment, hands on her hips. “You two are making me happy. You’re so good together.” She winked at Maggie. “I’m going back to work.” Maggie reached and caught Kimberly’s fingers, squeezing gently. Kimberly glanced back at her, then winked.
"I'll be back in a bit to check on you guys. Don't eat all the pizza without me." Maggie laughed, watching her walk away before turning back to Leo. She picked up a slice of pizza, the cheese stretching between the plate and the slice in a perfect golden thread. She took a bite, savoring the salty tang of the pepperoni and the rich, buttery crust. Leo watched her, his eyes warm and affectionate.
"God, you're beautiful when you eat," he said, shaking his head with a grin. Maggie swallowed, licking a bit of sauce from her lip.
“You’re biased,” she said, but her smile was bright. She wiped her thumb along his bottom lip, offering him the bit of sauce. He took it into his mouth, eyes never leaving hers, and she felt the warmth of his tongue before he pulled back. “You’re beautiful when you do anything,” he admitted, voice lower than before. The noise of the pizzeria faded just enough for her to focus only on the way his thumb rested on her jaw, the way his breath hit her skin. The contrast between the warmth of his touch and the cool air of the restaurant made her shiver slightly. “You always say the right thing at the right time,” she murmured, her voice soft. She kissed him softly. “And you are, without a doubt, the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, even with your pants on.” Her eyes sparkled at him through her eyelashes.
“I’m serious,” she teased, nudging his foot under the table with her own. “You look like a Greek statue come to life.”
Leo laughed, the sound rich and warm, pulling her hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “Maggie,” he murmured, “you’re going to make me blush.”
Maggie grinned, her cheeks already flushed. She picked up another slice of pizza, holding it out to him. “Eat up, stud,” she said, her voice teasing. “You’ll need your energy for later." Maggie’s words lingered in the air between them, charged with promise. Leo’s fingers tightened around the slice of pizza she offered, his gaze darkening as he met her eyes. The pizzeria buzzed around them, but for that moment, it was as if the world had narrowed to just the two of them—the heat of their bodies, the unspoken tension humming beneath every glance.
Maggie smirked, leaning back in her chair with a slow, deliberate stretch. "You know I'm referring to your soccer practice, right?" She winked to Leo, who just gawped and groaned.
"You're *evil*," he said, but the way his lips quirked up betrayed his pleasure.
Maggie laughed, the sound bright and melodic. She took another bite of her pizza, chewing slowly before swallowing. The flavors burst on her tongue—spicy pepperoni, tangy tomato sauce, the buttery richness of melted cheese. It was comfort food at its finest, and she savored every bite.
Leo watched her, his expression a mix of amusement and desire. The way his eyes raked over her face, her neck, the way her lips parted slightly as she licked a bit of sauce from the corner of her mouth, it was all too much.
Maggie noticed Leo's stare and smiled softly. She leaned towards him and kissed his ear before whispering, "What? Having me *and* Kimberly last night wasn't enough? Greedy man." Maggie laughed, nudging Leo’s foot under the table. "You’re insatiable."
Leo leaned back in his chair, grinning. "Only when it comes to you."
Maggie shook her head, but her smile never wavered. She took another bite of pizza, the warm, cheesy goodness grounding her. The pizzeria buzzed around them, but she felt cocooned in their little corner, the world reduced to the two of them—well, three if you counted the pizza.
Kimberly returned with a fresh round of sodas, setting them down with a flourish. "So, what’s the plan for tonight?" she asked, sliding into the booth beside Maggie. Maggie bumped hips with Kimberly playfully.
Maggie looked from Kimberly to Leo, then said, "Well, here's the thing. I know what I *want* to do. But I also know what I *need* to do. I've got a physics exam on Friday. I really need to study. Math and I aren't very close sometimes." Maggie sighed, swirling the straw in her soda. "I don't want to spend the night buried in textbooks when I could be buried in *you*." She winked at Leo, who laughed and shook his head.
Kimberly leaned in, her shoulder pressing against Maggie's. "You know what they say about all work and no play, right?" Her voice was teasing, but there was a glint of challenge in her eyes.
Maggie glanced at her, then at Leo, who shrugged. "I mean, I *could* help you study," Leo offered. "You know, quiz you on formulas or whatever."
Maggie hugged Leo and kissed his cheek. "You're very kind to offer, babe, but I need to do practice problems. I'm good on the concepts. It's application that's lacking." She turned to Kimberly and kissed her cheek as well. "You just want to know what I *want* to do and how much it involves your tight pussy." Maggie kissed her cheek again and then took another bite of pizza.
Kimberly’s eyes sparkled as she looked at her. “You’re the best, Maggie,” she said softly. “I’d love to help you study. We can make it fun. Maybe we can turn the formulas into little songs or something.” Kimberly winked. “Or we can just play with each other while you study. I’d be happy to keep you relaxed and focused.”
Maggie laughed, the sound bright and bubbly. “You’re terrible,” she said, shaking her head. “Playing with me will keep me neither relaxed or focused, you sadist. But I appreciate the offer. I think I need to just sit at a desk and take two or three practice exams. No matter how much I'd like to be between the legs of either of you." Maggie took another bite of pizza.
"I'll tell you what," she said, swallowing. "How about this? Let me study for two hours, and then we'll do whatever you want."
Kimberly's eyes lit up. "You mean it?"
Maggie nodded. "I mean it. But no distractions during the study time. I have to pass this exam."
Leo grinned. "I'll hold you to that, Maggie. Two hours of pure study time, and then we can have some fun."
Maggie smirked. "Deal. But don't think you can sit there and watch me study. I need solitude and quiet." Maggie paused as she thought, then went on. "I mean, if you guys can't wait, you can start without me and I'll join in when I get there?" Maggie offered, her eyes sparkling with mischief and the promise of what lay ahead.
Kimberly laughed, clapping her hands together once. "Oh, I think I can wait that long," she said, her voice playful. "But only if you promise to make it worth the wait."
Leo grinned, his fingers tracing idle circles on Maggie's knee under the table. "Oh, we'll make it worth it," he promised, his voice low and teasing.
Maggie laughed, shaking her head at them both. She finished the last bite of her pizza, savoring the flavors that had become so familiar and comforting.
The cheesy goodness lingered on her tongue, and she licked her lips, catching Leo’s gaze. He watched her with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine, his fingers still tracing light patterns on her knee.
"Two hours, thereabouts," Maggie repeated, pushing her plate away. "And then I'm all yours."
Kimberly leaned in, her breath warm against Maggie’s ear. "I can't wait," she murmured, her voice low and sultry. "I'm already imagining all the things we can do."
Maggie turned her head slightly, catching Kimberly's lips in a quick, soft kiss. "You’re terrible," she whispered, but her smile betrayed her excitement. "But you've got to go a ways to get to where I am, baby." Maggie winked at Kimberly, then turned to Leo, who was watching them both with a grin. "You two are going to be the death of me," she said, shaking her head with a laugh. "But what a way to go."
The three of them lingered at the table for a few more minutes, the easy banter flowing between them like warm honey. Maggie finished the last of her soda, the ice clinking against the glass as she set it down. She glanced at her watch and sighed. "Alright, I should get going. I need to grab my books and head to the library before I lose my nerve."
Leo stood up, offering his hand to help Maggie out of the booth.
She took it, her fingers lingering against his palm as she rose. The warmth of his touch was grounding, a reminder that no matter how chaotic her thoughts might be, she had people who anchored her.
Kimberly leaned across the table, her fingers brushing against Maggie’s wrist. “You’ve got this, Maggie. You’re the smartest person I know. You’ll ace that exam,” she said, her voice full of conviction. Maggie turned and then leaned down. Her mouth met Kimberly's and her tongue ran along the seam of Kimberly's lips. Kimberly's mouth opened for her and Maggie took a moment to explore, then cupped her cheek before she drew back.
Maggie smiled, feeling a surge of affection for her friend. “Thanks, Kimberly. You have no idea how much that means to me." Maggie straightened and swept her hands over her dress. "Why don't you guys figure on starting at 9 or so, and I'll join in when I get there?" She swung her bag to her shoulder and leaned up to Leo. She whispered so that only he could hear it: "I love you, my Greek god." Then she kissed him, even harder than she kissed Kimberly.
Her lips were warm and soft, but the kiss was deep, her tongue slipping into his mouth with a confidence that made his breath catch. Leo’s hands found her waist, pulling her closer, his fingers digging into the fabric of her sweater dress. Maggie could feel the heat of his body through their clothes, the way his heart raced against her chest. She broke the kiss with a soft laugh, her fingers lingering on his jaw.
"See you around nine," she whispered, her voice low and teasing. Then she turned and walked out of the pizzeria, the bell above the door jingling softly as she left.
When Maggie got to her room, she immediately changed clothes--a bulky hoody and a pair of sweats were sufficient for her plans. She studied her phone for a second, then typed a quick text to Claire: "Miss you, little girl. My bed needs warming! Hope everything is well. Love you!" She signed it with a pair of lips. Maggie set her phone down and grabbed her laptop and books. She was about to leave when she heard the door open. She looked up and Abby shut the door behind herself, then crossed the floor to give Maggie a greeting kiss. When Abby tried to move away, Maggie caught her and pulled her close, kissing her longer and deeper. Finally she drew back and murmured to Abby's lips, "I love my choker, Abby. Thank you again." Abby’s eyes lingered on Maggie’s face, her expression soft and warm. “It looks good on you. Wait, where are you going?” Abby asked, her gaze flickering to the books and laptop Maggie had slung over her shoulder.
Maggie reached out and tucked a stray curl behind Abby’s ear before she moved to pick up her bag. “I need to go study at the library. I have that physics exam on Friday that I’ve been dreading.”
Abby nodded, a small frown tugging at her lips. “Oh yeah. Right.
I almost forgot about that.
She hopped onto the bed and kicked off her shoes, then stretched out on her stomach, her bare feet wiggling in the air. Maggie sat down beside her, setting her bag on the floor. “I have to study. I can’t keep putting it off.”
Abby propped herself up on one elbow, watching Maggie with a knowing smirk. “You’re gonna do great. Just like always.”
Maggie sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I hope so. I’ve been struggling with the application problems.”
Abby reached over and squeezed Maggie’s shoulder. “You’ll get it. You always do.”
Maggie looked at her, grateful for the reassurance. Then she sighed and leaned down to kiss Abby again, her fingers stroking Abby's hair. Eventually, she murmured, "You know, it's all I can do not to stay here with you." Abby looked up at her, soft and warm, eyes full of understanding. "You've got to take care of your responsibilities, Mags," Abby said softly, her voice wrapping around Maggie like a quilt on a cold night. "But I’m always here when you’re done. No matter the time." Maggie leaned down and kissed her again, slower this time, savoring the moment before pulling away with a soft smile. She grabbed her books and laptop, then stood up. “I’ll see you in a little while then,” Maggie said, her voice light but firm. She turned toward the door and walked out, leaving Abby sprawled on the bed, watching her with a contented smile.
At the library, Maggie thought about the best place to take practice tests. Her mind kept returning to the study room that no one but Judy and Maggie used. It was well after 6pm, so Judy wouldn't be around. It would be perfect--quiet and private. Maggie took the elevator up to the sixth floor and headed to the room.
When she reached it, she unlocked it and opened it. There was a gasp, and her eyes went wide. She quickly shut the door behind her and studied the tableau before her: Erin on her back on the desk, Claire on top of her, face to face, and Judy behind Claire. All of them were naked and Claire had Erin's silicon cock in her cunt and Judy's very real cock in her ass. Maggie's book bag slid off her shoulder to the floor, and she leaned against the door, studying the three of them looking at her. Maggie grinned a little, then murmured, "I'm happy to report the door is soundproof."
Judy's gaze flicked to her with a slow smile, even as Claire gasped and said, "Maggie!" Erin's face flushed a deep red, her breath hitching as she thrust slowly deep into Claire. Maggie's eyes flicked down between them, then slowly up again. "Don't mind me," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Carry on." She sat down in one of the chairs against the wall, her laptop and books forgotten. She crossed her legs and made little sweeping motions with her fingers. "Really, don't stop on my account." After a moment, she pulled the chair closer to the desk and settled back as if finding a seat at the local movie theater.
Her eyes never left the scene in front of her.
Judy’s cock, thick and glistening, slid in and out of Claire’s ass with deliberate slowness. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, punctuated by Claire’s breathy moans. Erin’s hips rolled beneath Claire, her silicone cock buried deep as she thrust upward in perfect rhythm with Judy’s movements. The three of them moved together like a well-oiled machine, their bodies slick with sweat and desire.
Maggie watched, mesmerized. She had seen Judy fuck before—had felt that cock inside her own body—but there was something different about watching it now.
The way Judy’s hips rolled with practiced precision, the way Claire’s back arched as she took both Erin and Judy at once, the way Erin’s fingers dug into Claire’s buttocks—it was a symphony of pleasure, and Maggie couldn’t look away.
Claire’s breath hitched as Judy’s cock hit a particularly deep spot, her fingers curling into the wood of the desk. “Fuck—Mommy—” she gasped, her voice high and strained. Erin groaned in response, her hips stuttering as she tried to keep her rhythm steady. Judy’s hand snaked around Claire’s waist, pulling her back against her chest, her other hand gripping Claire’s hip to control the pace.
The movement caused Claire to cry out, her back arching as she rocked her hips between Erin’s thrusts and Judy’s relentless claiming of her ass.
Maggie swallowed hard, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the neckline of her hoodie. She could feel the damp heat pooling between her own thighs as she watched, her breath coming faster than she intended. The scene was so vivid, so primal—three bodies moving in perfect sync, pleasure driving them all forward.
Claire’s moans grew louder, her voice trembling as she gasped, “I’m gonna—I’m gonna—”
Erin’s grip on her thighs tightened, her own climax visibly nearing as she thrust upward with a desperate rhythm.
“Come on, baby, come for us,” she urged, her voice rough with need.
Maggie’s breath hitched as Claire’s body tensed, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. Claire’s cry filled the room, her back arching as she shuddered between Erin and Judy. The sight was intoxicating—Claire’s flushed skin, the way her muscles clenched around both cocks, the way her fingers clawed at the desk.
Judy didn’t slow down. If anything, she moved faster, her hips slamming into Claire with a wet, rhythmic sound. “That’s it, sweetheart,” Judy murmured, her voice low and commanding.
“Take it all. Take everything we’re giving you.” She pulled Claire flush against her, her cock buried deep inside Claire’s ass as she rocked her hips in slow, deliberate circles. The way Judy’s body moved—controlled, dominant—made Maggie’s breath catch in her throat. She swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around the armrest of the chair. The scene unfolding before her was raw, unfiltered, and utterly mesmerizing.
Erin’s hips stuttered as she chased her own release, her thrusts growing erratic. “Maggie,” she gasped, her eyes flicking toward Maggie with a mix of embarrassment and desire.
“You’re *here.*”
Maggie leaned forward slightly, her elbows resting on her knees. “I’m not going anywhere,” she murmured, her voice low and steady. “You’re all so beautiful like this.”
Judy’s gaze locked onto Maggie’s, her dark eyes smoldering with something unspoken. She reached out, her fingers brushing against Maggie’s wrist—just a light touch, but it sent a jolt through Maggie’s body. “You should join us,” Judy said, her voice husky, her hips never stopping their slow, deliberate rhythm. “We’ve got room for one more.”
Maggie’s breath hitched, and for a moment, she considered the idea. But she had promised Kimberly and Leo. And she *really* needed to study. Maggie stood and went to Judy. She palmed one of her breasts and squeezed firmly as she kissed Judy's neck hard. "You got yours this morning, thank you very much." She let go and moved up the desk. She leaned down to kiss Erin long and hard, then turned her head to kiss Claire similarly. Maggie's fingers got lost in Claire's hair, and when Maggie opened her eyes, Claire's dilated eyes were on Maggie's face. Maggie whispered, "Miss you, Claire-bear." She kissed Claire's forehead softly, then pulled back and looked at the three of them. "I've got to study," she said, her voice a mix of regret and promise. "Don't wear yourselves out too much without me." She went back to Judy and gave her ass a solid smack, Judy's buttock now sporting a bright red handprint. Maggie then leaned in and kissed her softly before murmuring, "Thank you again for your gift this morning." She turned away, hoping Judy couldn't see the tears leaking from her eyes.
She turned and walked to the door, her fingers lingering on the handle for just a moment before she stepped out into the quiet hallway. The library was nearly empty at this hour, the only sounds the distant hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional rustle of pages from a student studying in the stacks. Maggie took a deep breath, letting the cool air fill her lungs and steady her racing heart.
She wiped at her eyes discreetly and then leaned against the nearest wall, her head thudding gently against the cold surface. She was trembling, her entire body still humming with arousal from the scene she had just witnessed. She could still hear the sounds of their bodies moving together, could still see the way Judy’s cock had disappeared into Claire’s ass, could still feel the heat of their pleasure radiating off them like a living thing.
Maggie swallowed hard and forced herself to focus. She had a physics exam to pass. She needed to study. She pushed off the wall and walked toward the elevators, her steps quick and determined.
The library’s sixth floor was a maze of towering bookshelves and dimly lit study nooks, but Maggie knew every corner of it. She had spent countless hours here, buried in textbooks and notes, chasing the quiet thrill of understanding something complex. Tonight, though, the familiar surroundings felt different—charged, like the air before a storm. Maggie found a remote corner, shadowed. She settled at the carell and pulled out her computer, then began reviewing her notes in preparation for taking the practice test.
When she felt ready, she started, looking up only once as lightning flashed outside the window. She paused to count until the thunder rolled outside, then returned to her exam. When she finished, she started scoring the test, but suddenly looked up to see Judy standing over her.
The older woman's tight black dress clung to her hips, the skirt riding up to reveal Judy's toned thighs. Judy's boots were knee-high and made a *click* sound on the floor as she walked around Maggie's carrel. Maggie's breath caught when she saw the way Judy's fingers toyed with the hem of her dress, and she bit her lip. Maggie didn't say a word as Judy looked down at her, totally unsure of what to say, if anything. And in the back of her mind, her need to study kept calling out to her.
Judy dragged a chair around and sat before Maggie. "Are you okay, sweetie? I think I hurt you." Maggie sat back and pondered the levels of the question and gauged if she felt hurt. Finally she raised her hands, palms up. "The world seems determined that I not study tonight." She quirked her lips. "I had the perfect place to study lined up, and when I went there, I found my mentor, the woman who had given me such a tremendous gift this morning, fucking one of my best friends." Maggie rubbed her forehead slowly. "Maybe I should feel more...something...about that, but what I feel most is dread at this exam on Friday that I cannot fuck up on." Maggie's fingers traced the edge of her textbook, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I need to pass this exam, Judy. I need to."
Judy reached out and covered Maggie's hand with her own. Her fingers were warm, her touch deliberate. "I know you do, sweetheart. And you will." She looked into Maggie's eyes, her gaze steady and reassuring. "I've watched you work. I know how brilliant you are. This exam isn't going to beat you."
Maggie sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. She wanted to believe Judy, but the weight of the exam pressed down on her. "Am I being childish? Should I just not take it all that seriously?" Maggie asked, her voice cracking slightly as she looked up at Judy. "I mean, I know it's just a test. But I have to keep my grades up or I lose my scholarship. And if I decide to go to grad school, good grades will me scholarships for that as well."
Judy’s fingers tightened around Maggie’s hand, her thumb brushing over Maggie’s knuckles in slow, soothing circles. "Oh, Maggie," she murmured, her voice warm and rich like honey. "You’re good enough. You’ve always been good enough. This exam? It’s just a hurdle. And you’ve jumped so many of them already."
Maggie let out a shaky breath, her fingers curling around Judy’s. After another deep breath and sigh, Maggie lifted Judy's fingers to her mouth and kissed them lightly. "I promised myself another hours, so I should get back to it. But thank you for coming to find me." Maggie raised dreary eyes to Judy's face and smiled wanly. "It means a lot to me that you did." Judy leaned forward and kissed Maggie's cheek, her lips lingering for a moment. "I'll leave you to your studies, then. But if you need anything—anything at all—you know where to find me." She stood and gave Maggie's shoulder a gentle squeeze before turning and walking away, her boots clicking softly against the polished floor.
Maggie watched Judy go, her eyes tracing the curve of her hips, the way her dress hugged her body. The librarian moved with an effortless grace, like she was dancing to music only she could hear. Maggie sighed and turned back to her books.
She opened her laptop and pulled up the practice test again, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as she checked the results of the first practice test. The library was quiet now, the only sounds the distant hum of the HVAC system and the occasional rustle of pages from a student in the stacks. She could still feel the ghost of Judy’s touch on her hand, the warmth of her words lingering in the air.
She was delighted to find that she had missed two questions, resulting in what would have been a 92. An A in an applied science class was stupendous, and she considered abandoning her plans to go find Leo and Kimberly. Instead, she reviewed the questions she had trouble with a tried again. About an hour later, after checking her answers, she found she had a 96, and that missed question was a stupid math mistake. Maybe she was going to be okay after all.
She packed her bag and went in the bathroom to blow her nose. She looked in the mirror and decided to touch up her make-up so that she would not look like a wrung out cloth. She went down the elevator and out the door of the library. She paused to look at her phone and see that it was only 9:15, then headed across the quad. After her second step, she could hear her name being called by an unfamiliar voice. She turned and caught Erin in her arms as she ran straight into Maggie.
Erin's curly hair was a little unkempt, but Maggie enjoyed its aroma as Erin hugged her hard. "Oh, god, I found you. Can you wait right here? Claire's on the other side of the library looking for you. She's totally miserable, afraid she has ruined your friendship." Maggie started nodding as the question started, then looked at Erin aghast. "What? Why would she think that? I'll...I'll stay right here."
Erin squeezed Maggie's fingers. "It's her story. She'll have to be the one to tell it. I'll be right back." And she turned and trotted to the stairwell at the other side of the building. Maggie sat her bag down on the walkway and waited.
She thought about the scene she had walked in on tonight. She thought about how natural it felt being around the people she loved. She loved Claire, and Maggie knew without a doubt she wanted to be there for her when Claire needed her. Maggie leaned back against a low stone wall and looked up at the night sky, the stars just beginning to peek through the wisps of cloud. She stretched her arms overhead with a soft groan, her muscles aching from the tension of the day.
She was still lost in thought when a familiar voice cut through the silence behind her.
"Maggie?"
Maggie turned to see Claire standing a few feet away, her hands twisted together in front of her.
The girl looked like she had been crying—her eyes were red-rimmed, her cheeks still slightly damp. She wore a loose hoodie and sweatpants, her hair pulled into a messy ponytail. Erin hovered just behind her, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold with quiet concern.
Maggie pushed off the wall and stepped forward, closing the distance between them. "Claire," she said softly, reaching out to cup the girl's face in her hands. Claire flinched slightly at the touch, but didn't pull away. "What's going on?"
Claire's breath hitched. "I thought—I thought you were mad at me. After what you saw. After what I did. I just—" Claire's voice cracked, her fingers twisting tighter together. "I didn't mean to hurt you, Maggie. I swear."
Maggie's thumbs brushed gently over Claire's cheekbones, wiping away the fresh tears that spilled down. "Oh, Claire-bear," she murmured, her voice warm with affection. "You could never hurt me. Not like that." She leaned forward and kissed at Claire's tears, remembering when her own mother would do that for her and how much relief it gave her.
Claire's lower lip trembled. "But I was with Judy. And Erin. And you walked in and—"
"And what?" Maggie interrupted softly, her fingers still cradling Claire's face. "And I saw three people I love enjoying each other? Claire, baby, I'm not upset about that. In fact, I'm very happy that you found and felt that kind of pleasure." Maggie grinned and kissed Maggie's mouth softly. "In fact, it was kinda hot."
Maggie touched her forehead to Claire's. "But it's been a weird day, and I've got this exam that is terrifying me. And I realized this afternoon that I haven't seen you in days. I really do miss you, even if you steal the covers when we sleep together." Maggie grinned at Claire.
Claire blinked. "You're not mad?"
Maggie shook her head, still touching Claire's. "No, baby. I love you. You're one of my best friends. And you're a fully formed adult--you get to do the things you want. Sometimes they don't include me, and that's okay." Maggie giggled softly and gestured Erin closer. "Lord knows, Claire, I know what it's like to crave Judy's touch."
Erin reached them and Maggie pulled her into a three-way hug.
"You guys are my girls," Maggie said, her voice warm and full of affection. "I love you both, and I want you to be happy. And I want to be happy too. If that means I have to share you, then that's what I'll do. But I'm not going to lie, I'm a little jealous right now."
Claire pulled back and looked at Maggie with wide eyes. "You are?" "Yeah, I am. But not in a bad way. It's more like... I wish I could've been there with you. I wish I could've felt what you felt. I wish I could've been the one to make you cum like that."
Maggie’s words hung in the air between them, thick with emotion. Claire’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening around Maggie’s hoodie sleeves. Erin stepped closer still, her presence a warm, solid weight against Maggie’s side. The trio stood there in the dim glow of the campus lights, breathing together, sharing the quiet intimacy of unspoken needs.
Maggie reached behind herself and squeezed Erin’s hand where it rested on her hip. She turned her head slightly, pressing a tender kiss to Erin’s wrist. “You know what?” Maggie said softly, her voice barely above the rustle of leaves above them. She leaned into them giving them each a soft kiss, perhaps lingering a little longer with Claire. "I'm late for a date. But I want you both, always. We need to make that happen, soon." Claire's face broke into a huge grin. "Plus, I think I have a plan." She wiggled her eyebrows.
Claire picked up her bag. "Maybe come to the dorm room tomorrow after class and I can reveal my nefarious plot. Now each of you better give my pussy or ass a good loving squeeze before I abandon you to this cold cold evening." Claire obeyed immediately, her hands sliding down to Maggie's ass, squeezing firmly through the thick fabric of her hoodie. Maggie gasped softly at the touch then pushed Claire's hands away with a laugh. "Okay, okay, that's enough teasing, you little minx." Erin laughed and gave Maggie's ass a little swat before they all pulled apart from each other.
Maggie picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder. "I've got to go find Kimberly and Leo. But promise me you two will come by tomorrow? I'll see if I can convince Abby to be there. My evil scheme involves her as well." Claire nodded eagerly while Erin bit her lip then nodded too.
"Great. I look forward to it," Maggie said with a warm smile before turning to leave. She walked across the quad, the cool night air kissing her cheeks.