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Girl masturabting in a library

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Girl masturabting in a library by Cathy looked left, right. No one was in the library near her. Indeed, the place seemed quiet and deserted. The librarian was at her desk, but she was several rooms over. Cathy was alone. She shivered as she laid the book down on the desk. It was the book Our Bodies, Ourselves. In it were nude sketches of growing boys and girls, showing the size of their breasts, penises, and other odds and ends. Cathy had read through the book many times here in the library, going over and over the Sexual Fantasies chapter. The pictures made her curious and stirred her loins a little, but the descriptions of dreams about gang raping made her squirm. She'd find her panties smelly at the end of the day from her neglected wetness. She would never have the nerve to check the book out, or even be seen reading it. Most of the time she hid it under some art book, which was no mean feat since the book was so big, a coffee table book. Every time she heard someone come by she would slide the book under another book, and nonchalantly peruse it, all the while straining not to make her hips twitch that special way she did when she was horny. She'd squeeze her crossed legs together, trying to not give away any secrets, but it only made it worse for her. She couldn't go all the way that way, and it usually left her feeling nervous and overexcited. Today she decided she'd try to orgasm in the library. There wasn't a purpose to it, it was simply naughty as hell and the thought excited and scared her. She had lots of practice keeping her climaxes quiet because of living with her parents. She even heard her mother moaning once in her bed as Cathy held her breath, undoubtedly cumming at the same time as her. It wasn't an erotic thought in hindsight, but at the time she couldn't hold back. Cathy thought today would be a good day to try it, a Wednesday afternoon, sunny and bright outside. Everyone else would be still at work, and kids her age would be outside enjoying the sun. She had withheld masturbation for a week, thinking of other things, each day getting her more and more in the mood, until she probably would have thrown herself at any boy that would have asked her out. If they ever asked her out, that is. She had dirty thoughts about almost all the boys in her school. Cathy slid the sex book under Picasso's Art and tried to calm down. Just thinking of the boys in her school, and the way the whole school was not allowed to wear tight jeans just because of boy's bulges, made her breathing unsteady. She looked around again, making her strawberry blonde hair swing about. She put her hands in her lap and leaned forward over the book, her hands pushing her skirt up her inner thighs as she rocked back and forth. Her hands cupped her mound through her skirt and panties, and her heels pressed inward, mushing the front of her pussy into her pelvis. This felt good, like riding a bike or straddling a bar. It wouldn't get her off, but it was vaguely pleasant nonetheless. Warmth seemed to seep through her panties as her fingers started to dampen through the fabric of her panties and skirt. She made a panting sound of disappointment and pulled her skirt out from between her legs. A spot of dampness had appeared on the pleated pattern of spring flowers. It would dry before she went, though, and nothing would be left behind to show. She might even be able to walk out of here with a small spot on the front of her dress with no one the wiser.Cathy began to bunch her dress up in her hands, and then let it go. She was afraid she would expose too much leg if she came in from underneath. She slid a hand between her beltline and stuffed-in shirt, then slid back out. That put her elbow at a high angle, and anyone who might notice her would wonder what she was trying to do. She sighed and leaned back to think for a moment, her legs fidgeting, opening and closing her scissor legs, each movement squeezing her pussy. She really was turned on now, but was unsure how to go about actually doing it without making a mess or being in too weird a position. She looked at her belt and saw she had two extra holes in her belt. It could be made to cinch looser. She looked around again and loosened her belt to the last hole. It now could accommodate a hand while seeming still fastened. Cathy put her elbows on the armrests to make it seem as if she were just relaxing, then leaned back a bit, trying not to bring her hips up like she wanted to. Her thin hand slid under her dress easily. She turned her fingers down to snake them under her elastic panty waistband, making the fur on her hand rub the wrong way. She played with her curly pubic hair a little, running her hands through it and marveling at how relaxed this always made her, regardless of how excited she was just moments before. Her fingers indirectly stimulated her sensitive area through her lower belly and triangle, and she ground her fingers deeper and deeper into her pubic hair until the pressure started to hurt the skin itself. She closed her eyes and concentrated on breathing normally, trying not to give any audio clues away, and as little visual clues as possible. She sighed, not too wistfully but like the sighs you'd hear in a library proper. Cathy tensed her arm and drove her fingers just a little further down. A finger dryly slid between her nether lips and onto her clitoris, she held it there, moving it very slowly back and forth, not only from trying to keep it quiet but also because her fingers were not wet yet. If she were to start rubbing away, it would hurt. She took in a deep breath, then found as she let it out silently it was shaky. She began to push and relax her finger in a soft motion, as if her clit were an elevator button that wouldn't light up. She tucked her legs up under her chair, knees together, and looked around again, extremely paranoid.She gently pushed further down. She hunched her shoulder up so her forearm could disappear down her skirt, fur scraping the wrong way some more. She slid her finger past her nub and urethra and found her vagina. The edges of it were sopping wet. She snaked a finger in and dragged it wetly back out and up her slit, wetting herself up to the beginning of her pubic hair in the front. She now could wiggle her finger around her clit, her paw pad slick with juices. She started to make a sound, then held her breath to stop making noise. Cords stood out on her neck, her nipples hardened and chafed on the inside of her bra. It was even quieter now, not even her breath making a noise, nothing but the faraway hum of the air conditioner. It seemed as if it was a sensory deprivation of sorts. This only made her pleasure more noticeable, and she let her breath out hastily at sucked in another breath and held it. The fingers on her other hand and her toes were curling, the muscles in her pelvis and hip areas started to clench and release from the instinctive need.She looked around more intently now as she let her breath out again, and opened her mouth to try and pant as quietly as she could. She got into a rhythm: her finger sliding back and forth on her clit, her hips pushing her slightly forward in the chair with each motion. The chair creaked a little, but not much. Finally, she leaned forward to try and keep her motions under check while her hand did all the work. The stimulation to forcefully unmoving clit was like lightning. Spasms below her waist increased in intensity, and she whimpered, trying like mad to keep her mouth shut. She shut her eyes, tears starting to form, and gritted her teeth. Her hips bucked as went over the edge, and she held her breath again, this time her whole body tucked into a fetal position, trying not to betray the explosion of pleasure her body was giving her.After a few seconds of subsiding contractions, she opened her eyes again. Blurred by tears, she looked around. Nobody heard…good. She sniffed and wiped the tears from her eyes, then pulled her hand from her pussy. She curiously sniffed her hand. Though she knew what she smelled like down there, but it was interesting to do it. She tentatively licked her finger too, and then wiped the rest of it underneath the seat. She wrung her hands together, trying to dry them out by friction. She looked down at the art book and the hidden book underneath it. She hadn't even needed them, the risk was good enough to excite her. She got up deliberately slowly, as if relaxed, then put both books up where she found them. She walked out of the library with a curt nod to the librarian, hands in pockets. When she got outside, she started skipping and giggling uncontrollably, wondering if she could ever keep this secret from everyone. She had to tell somebody.