Fingerbang General

"Excuse me, I need to make some photocopies for the football team."

You've let yourself behind the check out desk in the library and leaned a shoulder against the doorway to the teacher's area, the copy room where the coach had sent you. Well, he hadn't sent you to this one specifically, but you had reason for walking across the entire school. The librarian's aid, long sexy legs showing lovely purple skin kicked up and carelessly letting her skirt slide down in the privacy of her little cove, actually recreationally reading a hard science textbook while a few thousand copies of some school policy fliers print out beside her. She looks up and smiles at your familiar face, waving you in.

"Twenty copies, please."

She claps her book down, getting up to help you and turning her back to you as she leans over the larger, busy commercial printer to reach the smaller home office sized one on the shelf behind it. Without a further word you push the creaky door shut behind you, she shoots you a wry grin but acknowledges it no further, continuing the game of indifference you've started. Her arms stretched far out in front of her, reaching away from you, she perks up her butt and softly scuffs her shoe on the tile floor as she spreads her legs ever so slightly.

The frosted glass of the office door is all the privacy you need, you cross the room in only a couple focused strides, your hand clapping on the back of her thigh and running up her stretching hamstring to the hem of her skirt. Twilight's breathing grows heavier, she can't suppress a grin but she continues setting up the copier as though you weren't touching her at all. Your rough palm slowly raises up, brushing up her skirt, your thumb digging her her soft flesh slightly to slip under her pantyline. Inside her skirt is a warmth like an oven, her seated butt having accumulated such an inviting warmth in it's chair. You rub your hand on her cheek, her weight shifting from foot to foot in anticipation.

Your hooked thumb runs down the seam of her underwear, the knuckle within and your fingers brushing the soft cotton over the softer cheek underneath. Following the curve of the panty your thumb worms it's way into a very warm crevasse. Tugging slowly you expose her, feeling her shudder slightly as the cool air licks where cotton once held snugly. Gradually the waist of the white panties waxes to reveal her full purple moon, perked as high as Twilight can bear it while acting indifferent.

Nearly standing tiptoe, presenting herself as hard as possible, Twilight only hits 'START' on the printer to run your copies and plants her hands on either side of the shelf, leaving herself stretched out and vulnerable. The older, smaller machine is a dinosaur, and amidst the larger one running copies and the older one's ancient clattering the small, closed office was filled with very convenient ambient noise.

This wasn't the first time you'd run this particular 'errand' before, and Twilight's body was no stranger to the task at hand. The tip of your middle finger finds her folds, a gentle swirl parts them to unleash the full wetness of a teenage girl seeing her boyfriend in a locked office. Slowly you press it in, your breath held while she gently exhales. She fights a losing battle against composure as she starts unconsciously swaying her hips, instinctively begging for far more than just a finger. You slowly pull your first free and dip your index separately, and then with both wet you dip them together. Still a fresh young girl, she clamps down on you and is so tight you find your fingers squished atop each other rather than side by side.

Twilight's composure breaks, you've earned your first light groan.

It's far from your favorite position, you're only great at hitting 'home runs' when she lays on her back, but to two horny teens anything is good. Your clean hand grabs her waist, squeezing tightly to hold her steady while your fingers did their best imitation of a penis as could be reasonably expected. Back and forth along the same little track, steadily rubbing that rough little patch on the inside and going no further. Twilight's knees buckle slightly, knocking into the commercial printer with a loud metallic 'bang' as she settles in slightly from 'begging' to 'receiving'.

Your hand loses its grip on her hips, diving down beneath the hem of her skirt and running up her thigh from the front until your fingers bump into the muff you can't see. You playfully 'lift' her with your two fingers, she plants her elbows closer to her body and spreads her legs even further for you so you can completely palm over her cunt. You carefully pant your fingertip with the lovely nectar already accumulated in your business hand, working the slickness up to her clit and gently encircling the sensitive button as you rekindle the gentle fingering.

Your copies were done, so you had to finish this up quickly.

Between the gentle pounding on the inside of her special spot and the gentle fluttering on her clit it isn't long before she shudders to her core, further moaning gently as you tease her with your weight mounting atop her back as you reach across her to grab the copies herself

You thank her kindly as though nothing had happened, allow her a moment to recollect herself before you open the door on her, and coolly walk out of sight before breaking into a run to get back to the locker room before coach ripped you a new one for taking so long

You pass out the papers while coach drones on, keeping one for yourself and handing the last to Shining. Something comes over you, you lean over and whisper to him while raising your hand to his chin

"Bro, what's this smell like?"

Shining didn't look down, his eyes fixed on coach while listening to the older man drone on about how important it was that their parents sign the take home papers. Slightly aware of you in his periphery his head dipped down slightly to meet your hand, the tip of his nose gently touching a bit of the slime between your knuckles before recoiling slightly and sniffing. Shining nodded slightly, still mostly listening to coach while the gears turned in his head trying to place the unique scent. Realization snapped in, his head shaking from side to side as he chuckled slightly at you while wiping his nose on the sleeve of his letterman jacket. After the quick swipe on his sleeve he playfully punches you in the arm, while whispering a friendly congratulation.

"Sick nasty, bro. Who is it?"

You clap your slightly creamy hand on his shoulder, beneath his turned chin and giving him another good whiff of the stank as you pull him slightly closer, your nose brushing his soft blue hair and smelling the same shampoo Twilight uses. Your soft lips gently touch the rim of his ear as you whisper so softly it takes his full focus to hear you.

"Your sister."

The look on his face is golden, lavishly savored as the longest second in the world passes before Shining takes a powerful swing at you, nearly throwing out his back as you dodge and he dents the locker beside your head. Still close he pounces on you before you can backpedal away, putting his entire body into the grapple and managing to force you down onto the bench. Your arms at full extension you do your best to hold him off of you, his reach just an unfortunate inch longer than yours, his thumbs digging into your throat as you inneffectually kick beneath him and push and claw at his face. You take a perverse pride at making the honor roll student swear for the first time you've ever heard as you strain to pull his hands off your neck.

"Flash Sentry you motherfucker! I'm going to kill you!"