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palmed the book and hid it against her opposite hip. She tried
to hide her grin too, as she calmly skirted the still squabbling students. What
a rush! Who needs caffeine when you can steal shit instead? She giggled to
herself as she strolled out of the building and rounded the corner heading
towards the library. The library wasn’t her usual hang out of choice, but Amy
was way too impatient. That notebook was practically burning a hole in her
pocket so to speak. She stroked her purse and broke into a light jog; tan legs
stretching out into an easy pace.
    Once in the library, she went straight for
the archive stacks. Nobody went down here, right? And even if they did, they
would think the red notebook was something she pulled from the shelves. Genius! A quick ride in the elevator and she was in a private sanctuary. There, she
cracked open the book and began to read.
    “Wow” she exclaimed in hushed tones.
“Definitely not class notes…” The words on the page were rich, descriptive and
very, very, sexual.  Bent low over the page, Amy felt her face heating up as
her head filled with wicked images. Tyrone was one seriously... what? Over
sexed? Or underserved? Was this stuff all in his imagination or did he act out
these fantasies? Did he do this to his girlfriend? As she licked her fingertips
and turned another page, Amy started to picture herself involved in these
scenes.
    Hot and panting. Wet and wanting. Legs
in the air… The library seemed to be getting hotter
by the second. Amy switched the notebook over to one hand and fanned herself
with the other. Then she let her hand stray to the front of her shirt,
unconsciously stroking her nipple as she read on further. Then he…and she… Amy was getting seriously wound up as she read on, quickly devouring page after
page. Idly she pressed against her skirt, touching herself through the taught
fabric. Too bad she wore such a tight skirt today. There was no way to slip a
hand into her panties without rolling her whole skirt up to waist height.
     “Thief.”
     Amy almost dropped the book. Tyrone was
standing at the end of the row completely filling any escape route and there
was no place to hide. She was caught red-handed. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad
thing… Suddenly, Amy saw Tyrone in a new light; not a just studious guy working
away during class, but total freak in the bedroom. Thinking back to every class
where she’d seen him writing and writing, she scanned his long limbs and wide
hands. Could he do what he wrote with those hands? She imagined his wide soft
lips mouthing those dirty words and felt a wave of heat wash over her.  Amy
very much wanted to hear that… and maybe even do some of that. Her pale body
pressed against his coffee colored skin… but he was staring at her. Waiting for
her to respond.
    “I..” There was no point in denying that
she had stolen it. “I’m sorry. I thought it was just class notes.”
    “And I fail the next exam. Yeah. That’s
cool.” He said sarcastically, the edge of his smile twisted wryly.
    “You could have borrowed someone’s notes.
But it doesn’t matter. I only read a tiny bit, but this is… this is different.
I would have given your poetry back.”
    He laughed “I ain’t a poet. Those are song
lyrics. I got a band.”
    “You say this stuff in front of an
audience?!”
    “What, little thief, you don’t mind
stealing shit in broad daylight but you ain’t got the balls for a few nasty
lyrics? You a virgin or something?’
    Amy put her chin in the air vaguely
offended “Of course not!”
    “Then what you gonna trade me for taking my
book?”
    “Seriously?? Who would give up their first
time to you just because they had this book for five minutes? I mean it’s hot
and all--” Tyrone was smiling. Amy blushed as she realized what he’d done. He’d
tricked her into admitting that she’d read more than she’d claimed. And that
his words had an effect. They definitely had an effect… She licked her lips