"You have to help me."

Christian leaned over the counter, a desperate look on his stylishly-unshaven face. With a sniff, Will pushed his glasses up his nose and blinked at his friend.

"You look out of sorts. What's up?" Before now, Will would have guessed it would've taken an act of god to bring Christian back into the library after their breakup the year before. Yet here he was, shifting back and forth like a cat on a hotplate, looking about as miserable, as Will had ever seen him look.

"I have to volunteer here."

"Excuse me. I have to call the weather channel. It just froze over in Hades."

"Ha, ha... I'm serious, Will. I need to volunteer."

"Is this some sort of community service thing you have to have for graduation?"

"No, it's . . . it's a girl. I told her I was volunteering here. It just popped out of my mouth. Thought it would sound good. Smart. And I thought, since you still need help cataloging the third floor, well. . . ."

"This wouldn't have anything to do with a certain redheaded intern, would it?" Will asked dryly. But before Christian could speak, the door to Special Collections hissed open and the crisp click of heels on tile echoed through the somber library space. "Oh, shit!" Christian hissed, and ducked below the counter.

"What are you doing?" Will asked, leaning over. "Are you six years old? Stand up!"

"Shh! It's her!"

The aforementioned redheaded intern stepped around the counter, paused with her armful of file boxes balanced on one hip, staring down at Christian, who grinned up in idiotic adoration tinged with chagrin.

"Hi! Deanna! Just . . . tying my shoe! I'm . . . ah . . . all done now!" He was turning red. Will was fascinated. Deanna nodded, took the file boxes into her office.

Christian turned to Will, even more desperate than before. "Please! If I don't get to--"

Will raised a hand, cutting him off. "Okay. It's a deal. I'll put you on floor four, with Deanna," Will said. "But you make me a promise."

"Yeah?" Christian looked puppy-dog eager and his big hazel eyes were shaded by unruly dark hair.

"She lets you nail her in the stacks, you will by-god do everything in your power to let me watch the two of you."

"Freak."

Will raised an eyebrow. "Or I could station you in the Barrows collection on floor three, cataloging 40 years' worth of newsletters from the Crudhaven Ladies' Knitting Society and Gossip Circle."

"It's a deal."

Will grinned. "Sure thing. Now get out of here."

He didn't have to say it twice. Deanna emerged, and Christian scattered. Will privately wondered how he'd ever get up the nerve to talk to her.

"Your friend is very . . . odd," Deanna remarked, watching him go with a somewhat wistful look on her face.

"Sweetheart, you have no idea." Nobody else was in the office, so Will leaned over and stole a quick kiss. "Do you know why he came in here?"

She shook her head, and Will told her, watching her pixyish face register surprise.

"I'd do him. He's cute as hell, I'll give him that. But screwing me in the special collections room is sort of your department."

"I do it to all the interns. Now. You want to have some real fun? I have a plan. . . ."

"You're that kid from the bike shop, aren't you? I wondered if I'd see you here."

"Uh, yes, I'm – uhhhh." Christian tried to keep himself cool, and it worked until he turned around and saw her. There was Deanna, looking like his wet dream of the perfect sexy librarian: white stockings, short pleated black skirt, a figure-hugging tank top in rose pink. Her hair fell loose around her freckled shoulders. Behind her little wire-framed glasses, her eyes were painted sexily dark.

"Will said you volunteered here. He talked about you a lot, actually."

"Did he?" There seemed to be a lump in his throat.

"He said you were close," she whispered, stepping nearer. "Really close."

"Well, we were . . ."

"So tell me, Mr. Bike Shop. How close is really close?" Another step and now he could smell her, peaches and honeysuckle. "This close? Closer?" She wound her arms around his neck, smiled at him.

Christian was nearly overwhelmed. She knew about him and Will. Great. Just great. But here she was purring in his arms like a big pussycat. Could he bring himself to tell her to get lost? Hell no. Especially not once she started kissing him.

"He said he'd never really gotten over you." Her hand crept down to his pants, squeezed him. "I can see why."

His hands were already playing around the edge of her skirt, sweeping it up to grab handfuls of her perky, round little backside. She was gorgeous, one of those leggy, willowy things that had always set his cock to throbbing in high school, but who would never have anything to do with a nerd like him.

Without being asked, she skimmed her top off, revealing perfect, pert breasts with no need of a bra. Her nipples were freckle-colored, like cinnamon, and already hard. His thumb didn't find the strap of a thong above her ass. She wasn't wearing panties at all. Her leg came up and brushed his side even as her fingers squeezed his cock through his pants.

"This is a little sudden," Christian managed. "I should probably mmmf!" She put her tongue in his mouth and opened his trousers, freeing him from his boxers as she stripped them down to his knees. This was wild, crazy, but he couldn't stop her, couldn't make himself tell her to quit when she dropped to her stocking covered knees on the floor and took his cock in her mouth.

Her tongue was soft and thorough, stroking his cock head and the length of his shaft. Christian leaned back against the metal shelves, covered with un-cataloged books, manuscripts, photos. He buried both hands in her hair. Nobody would interrupt them here. He watched her with pleasure, watched her hand sweeping the length of his cock, her pink lips closed over the end. Behind her little glasses, her eyes were closed happily.

She broke from the blowjob long enough to lean against the stacks opposite, legs sprawled to either side, her skirt hiked up. Now he could see her naked little pussy, pink and pouting, with the ginger hair trimmed to a neat strip just above her cleft. She spread the folds and rubbed them, leaving him to step forward and lean over her, aiming his cock down at her willing mouth.

He was standing like that, head down, back to the aisle, when he heard the footstep behind him. He turned and saw Will there, felt himself blush in a mixture of shame and remembered lust.

"I thought you two were supposed to be working," Will said, stepping nearer.

"Who says I'm not on the job?" Deanna replied, snaring Will's pants and pulling him closer. Christian goggled as she stripped Will's pants open, too, revealing the fat length of cock that he remembered so well. Deanna swept down on it like she was intimately familiar with its length.

"I thought you didn't like girls," Christian said.

"What's not to like?" he replied. "Jesus, she's good at that isn't she?"

Deanna switched back to Christian, her hot mouth slippery and sticky with drool. A thread of it stretched between their cocks. Shooting them both a look, she rubbed their cocks together, licked both ends, sucked on them one after the other, smearing their cock heads against one another.

Christian jerked and flinched, but Will arched into it, grabbed Christian's shoulders and pulled him into a kiss. Deanna kept sucking and jerking at both of them, and Christian felt himself melt into the kiss. Even when Will reached around to cup his ass, stroke it, he didn't pull away. Deanna had hold of his ass and was deep-throating him now.

He felt fingers and wasn't sure at first who it was. It was Will, working a finger into his ass as Deanna sucked him. Christian wrapped his fist around Christian's cock, kissing him harder. Their times together had always been wonderful. It was hard to remember they'd called it off more than a year ago. Especially hard when Will dropped to his knees.

That was the kind of blowjob that for months he'd only dreamed of having; Will's head was slow and fine. Deanna helped him, but soon slipped around, and Christian had to steady himself against the shelf when she started licking his ass. They tortured him like that, tormenting him with their mouths, until he was moaning. Each of them had a finger in his ass now, and Will was working a third up in there. Deanna was playing with herself with her free hand.

"I want to watch you fuck her."

Deanna stood in front of Will, leaned over and grabbed the shelf, sticking her ass out for Christian. Her pink pussy showed between her thighs and he stepped forward, Will guiding him with one hand on his cock and the other still toying with Christian's ass. The moment when he slid home was incredible – soft, wet heat searing him as he slipped into her simmering cunt from behind.

Will stared from his post on his knees, and now and then Christian felt his tongue. Deanna rode back fiercely, her red hair shaking around her shoulders in a cinnamon fall, her creamy ass rippling under the pleats of her skirt. She came quickly, and hard, hollering in full voice into the emptiness of the third floor archives.

Will slipped out, stood behind Christian and now Christian felt that hard, hot cock between the cheeks of his ass, sliding up and down. He had a moment of grace to prepare himself, then the hard head pressed insistently into him, and Christian moaned, pushing deeper into Deanna as Will pressed into him.

Strong hands on his shoulders steadied him, and Will began a steady, pumping pace that set the rhythm for Christian driving into Deanna, whose glasses presently slid off and fell to the floor, forgotten.

The three of them thrust and ground together, and Christian thought he was in the most profound ecstasy of his life. Each stroke either sank him into Deanna's tight pussy or sent him backing onto Will's familiar hard cock. He braced himself and clenched his teeth as Will fucked him, each stroke feeling familiar.

"God, I missed that," he gasped.

Will grappled closer. "I missed it, too." His hand crept down and squeezed Christian where he went into Deanna, and Christian knew he was going to come.

Deanna beat them both to it, going off again, knocking a pile of old catalogs to the floor in a scatter and slap of paper. The smacking of raw, lusting bodies colliding filled the air. Will pulled Christian back, and Deanna slid to the floor.

"Swallow his come," Will insisted. "I want to watch you suck him."

Deanna went back to sucking, her hair all tousled, her face flushed. Will thrust up Christian's ass in hard, short strokes, all but forcing it out of him. Deanna's little fist milked him, and in moments he was arching, come jetting out from his aching cock in sticky white spurts.

His ass wrung at Will's cock, and then Will was snarling in Christian's ear, spurting his own come deep inside, the throbbing making Christian buck and squirm in a wave of aftershocks.

Deanna stood and shared a sticky kiss with them, picked up her glasses, and, with a sweet smile, wobbled off to arrange herself, leaving Will and Christian to disengage.

As Will smoothed his clothes, ran a hand through his jackstraw mess of hair, Christian knew he'd been away from the library for too damn long. Too much had happened while he was gone. He'd just have to play catch-up until he was back up to speed.

"Missed you, Will," Christian said.

"Buddy, I missed you too. You have no idea."

He'd be feeling that fucking for a couple of days. "Oh, I think I do."