The tension was palpable as they sat across from each other. The others around the table had their noses buried in their books and were oblivious to these two, waiting to tear each other’s clothes off of each other.
Jeremy had seen her around. They took a couple of the same classes and she was the quiet, reserved type, he assumed. She always walked around with that denim sling bag of hers and a notebook in one hand with a pencil wedged in its spiral binding. Jeremy went out of his way to seat himself close enough to peek into her notebook one day to discover that she was quite the artist. And soon enough, he found that her name was Melanie.
Melanie was no idiot herself. She was aware of this curious creature silently watching her. She wasn’t particularly bothered albeit rather flattered that another human should show even the slightest shard of interest in her. Melanie herself wasn’t the sociable type. She had just a best friend, Carla, who was the definition of a socialite, which caused Melanie to spend a lot of time by herself, whenever Carla was off drinking and eating out with her friends. Which was a lot.
The two of them slowly began to notice the other more and more. Their grades were near equal – with either of them holding the top score in the class and the other very closely the second. But they never spoke. Melanie was always the first to leave the class and Jeremy wouldn’t see her again until he visited the library. Which was something he often wished he had known sooner.
Melanie seemed to spend a tiring amount of time in the library although it was anything but tiring to her. Melanie loved the library. The smell of numerous books and the silence which was interrupted only by the turning of pages every now and then brought an inexplicable sense of calm and peace to her. it look her less than three hours to finish a novel and she had unconsciously made it her mission to read every interesting book in the library.
But today was different. Today, she sat across from Jeremy watching his gaze pierce into hers. Today, her eyes barely glanced over a sentence in the book her hands held before her. Today, she felt her insides twist as Jeremy slowly smiled, tempting her unfathomably. This was madness, she told herself. She barely knew this guy and she was lusting after him. She knew she could have him right there on that table without giving a damn about who would look. She knew he wanted her at least as much, if not more, as she wanted him. But this is madness, she repeated to herself. Unsure on what to think of this, she decided to first clear her head and proceeded to close her book and leave the table.
She walked to the quieter side of the library – the mezzanine with the endless rows of heavy bookshelves holding research and whatnot that no one ever paid a visit. Melanie often sat hidden between these rows and read. She was half aware of why she was here. She was being stupid, she told herself and turned around to make her way to her next class. And sure enough, Jeremy stood at the end of that row, not entirely sharing her surprise. In the next few seconds, Melanie found herself with her back against a bookshelf, her hands being held at the wrist, above her head and Jeremy’s entire frame pressing her up against the books while his tongue invaded her mouth.
Melanie simply kissed him back. She wanted him and she was getting him. Her book had dropped to the floor and Melanie freed her arms to put her fingers through Jeremy’s hair. Jeremy put one hand on her back and pulled her close and let his other hand wander beneath her shirt.Their bodies entangled and dropped to the floor, Melanie propped up on Jeremy’s knees, enjoying what his fingers accomplished beneath her skirt. Her body soon convulsed over his, satisfied by his handiwork and her mouth stopped kissing his to take short, sharp breaths.
Jeremy smiled to himself and stroked Melanie’s back as she lay on him, her face buried in his shoulders. They were lying on the floor now, she atop him, one hand holding her head as he kissed her hair.
“Hi, I’m Jeremy”, he said, sitting up again, Melanie still in his arms.
“Mel- Melanie”, she managed to say between breaths.
“You wanna… you know, do this again sometime? Maybe at my place? Or yours?”
Melanie laughed. “Yeah,” she was still panting. “That sounds good.”