5 comments/ 37478 views/ 3 favorites Checked Out By: Juanto_Teaseu The last few days had been very busy for Sara, trying to balance both college and her job working at the local library. She never really had much time for anything else even dating. She didn't mind this much though because often nights after closing up and making sure the doors were locked in the library she would bury herself with one of the numerous books from the romance and even sometimes when feeling a bit naughty the erotica section. She would not have to worry about someone lying to her or cheating on her or even hitting her like her father used to. Thankfully now out on her own she was away from that all, until one day... Sara never really took time to notice her surrounding, there were tons of books to put away being so near a college it was constant work, never a break. She was shy and did not talk much with the other workers around the library. This did not go unnoticed by a new stranger onto the college campus. He was drawn to her shyness and beauty, nobody had ever given her this type of attention and Sara didn't even seem to notice. This only made him want her more and more. He started out cautiously passing by her a few times in the library but never speaking a word, just enjoying her scent. Sara would continue about her work, not even lifting her head as she passed. Soon enough this stranger became more and more bold. Being such a large library it was quite easy to hide out and stick around after Sara would close up the doors for the day. He quickly learned nights she would close alone and what she would do after hours. He found it especially entertaining on nights she would venture into the erotica section. She had been working on a particular book for quite a few nights in this section. After a few nights of sneaking around being careful and staying far away he was able to determine which book she had been reading. It was time to push things further he slipped a short note into the book she had been reading. It read: "I know your secret adventures at night and I know you ache to feel a real mans touch." It was brief but he knew it would do the trick. The next night after closing Sara made her nightly trek over to the book she had been reading. What was this? There was a single piece of paper sticking out from the very same book. She pulled it out slowly and read it. Her mouth dropped open and she quickly spun around searching to see if anyone was there. She was terrified and slightly aroused at the same time by the note. Fighting within herself she quickly threw the book back in its place and searched about the library to make sure she was alone. The stranger had made sure to remain quiet and hidden as he watched her search about. She grabbed her things and quickly made her way out the door unsure of what to do. Should she call campus security? Refuse to close alone or continue her regular ways assuming it was just a harmless prank from another immature college student. Reluctantly the next night she decided to come in as usual. She begged her co-worker to stay a bit late tonight but she refused and told Sara it was just in her head and she had not seen anyone around. That's when it hit Sara, she knew this pranksters hiding place and it had to be in the men's restroom. Grabbing the thickest book she could find she quietly crept toward the restrooms. She pushed the door open slowly as to not alert anyone and moved inside. Trying to sound confident she voiced "I know someone is in here come out before I call security!" There was no response; she did not hear a thing so she moved toward the stalls. She tried to peak under the doors but knowing someone could easily be standing on a seat she had to look inside. She started with the closest stall slowly pushing it open. Nobody was there. She continued to the only other stall and peered inside, empty. She laughed to herself it was just a prank and what the hell was she going to do if someone was there? Beat them with a book? She shook her head and walked back out into the library. Looking up she thought for a moment she saw a shadow move. Frozen in fear she looked about was her mind playing tricks on her now? Suddenly there was a thud; it came from near the front doorway. She quickly made it over to the phone and picked it up to call for security but there was no dial tone. "Great, just great she thought." Her cell phone was all the way up at the front counter where the sound had originated from. She moved behind the row of computers and tried to make her way forward. It was not easy to do in a skirt as it was starting to ride up high on her legs. Ducking behind the counter up front she looked around and grabbed her purse. She fumbled around inside looking for her phone, it was gone. Now in a panic she dumped out her purse hoping to find her keys. They were missing as well; she had already locked up the doors and had no way out now. Another sound, this time closer as if someone had dropped a book. "Who's there," she called out. There was no answer. She moved toward the sound and saw him. "Who are you, give me back my phone." "My boyfriend will come looking for me," she lied. "Your voice is trembling and I know you're lying," he called back. She started to back up and quickly spun around running down the next aisle of books. He moved after her and she turned back to see him following. What she did not see was the pile of books he had stacked in that next aisle. She slammed hard into them and fell onto the floor. He had caught her there was nothing she could do. Cowering in the pile of books she asked again, "who are you?" "My name is Chris," he said back. "The better question is who are you pretending to be?" They both knew what he was talking about and she began to blush. He offered his hand out to her to help her up. Her hand trembling she took his and stood. She gazed into his eyes wondering what his intentions would be. Neither spoke. He had read the book she was sneaking away to read for the past week and knew she had a thing for being told what to do. "Lift you skirt," he said breaking the silence. "Wh-What? I will not," she said. He put his finger over her lips and repeated his statement. She could feel herself getting wet; she was going to give into her needs. Grabbing the hem of her skirt with both hands she raised her skirt, first her soft creamy thighs, next her not so innocent white lace panties. She held the skirt up at her waist while he stared at her body. He moved his finger over her lips then through her hair, pulling out the hair tie and letting it fall down free. She was an amazing site and he knew he would finally have her now. His hands moving down along her sides made her tremble and she put her hand on his arm to steady herself, causing the skirt to fall in the process. He pushed it away, "did I say you could touch me yet?" She shook her head and moved her hand to the bookcase beside her, pulling the skirt back up with her other hand. His fingers made quick work of the buttons on her shirt and he pushed it open to expose her equally naughty matching bra. He spoke again, "follow me." Together they walked up to the front counter, Chris enjoying the view from behind. He told her to lean over the desk with her skirt still raised. She obeyed and waited for what was next. He put his hands on her ass which made her jump at first. He slowly traced along her tight panties feeling her firm behind. Stroking her thighs he continued to tease her before he moved his hand over her now soaked panties. "Turn around and take my cock out," his voice echoed in the library. She turned and slowly lowered the zipper on his pants. Next, it was the button and his pants fell to the floor. She unknowingly ran her tongue over her lips she the impressive bulge in his boxers. Tugging them down his cock sprang free. Her mouth opened as he put her hand around it. It was so hot and hard, he continued moving her hand up and down his length. He saw her becoming more aggressive so he took his hand away and she continued stroking him. She was so focused on his cock that she did not even feel his hands until her bra had already been pulled down off her breasts. Chris started to kiss down her neck and shoulder slowly. Sara moaned softly as his tongue came in contact with her hardening nipples next. He could not wait any longer, her needed her and he knew she needed him as well. He lifted her up onto the counter, it was the perfect height. Pulling her panties aside he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down along her pussy. She tried to thrust her hips forward to get him inside her but it only caused his cock to press against her clit. She shuddered never having felt anything so great before. Their lips locked for the first time that night as the tip of his cock slowly entered her. She was very tight around his cock and could feel it throbbing inside of her as he pushed it deeper and deeper inside of her. As their hips met she bit her lip knowing he was completely inside of her. Her breathing quickened at his first thrust in and out of her. Sara wrapped her legs around him pulling him deeper within her, with each stroke Chris held her tighter. Their pace accelerated, Chris' hands explored the rest of her body touching every inch of her. Chris pulled back and Sara let out a whimper of disappointment feeling him slide out. He pulled her down off the counter and spun her around. Looking back questioningly Sara was unsure of what was next. Chris said nothing and just pushed her forward so she was now leaning over the counter. He slammed into her again hard causing Sara to scream quite loudly. He pinned her down against the counter top; it was cold against her breasts causing her nipples to harden even more. Sara was now being fucked hard for the first time in her life and she loved it. Chris was now sliding nearly all the way out and back in so she could feel his full length, their bodies would slap together making an erotic sound that could be heard throughout the library that anyone could have heard. Sara looked back watching Chris fuck her, a man she had just met and her first orgasm was building with each thrust. "Chris, I'm about to..." she could not finish the words they were just too naughty. "Say it Sara," he spoke back. He thrust hard and deep inside her one more time. "I'm going to... cum!" She screamed her pussy grabbing is cock tighter inside her. This caused Chris to lose all control and his cock erupted, filling her with his cum. He held her tightly in his arms as they both continued to orgasm, his cock still deep inside of her. As the feelings began to subside they slowly sank to the floor together. Their lips touched again, softer this time. Their tongues explored each other's mouths. Chris pulled her panties down her legs and stuffed them down into her purse along with her phone. "You won't need to wear those on your way back home," he said while dressing. He unlocked the door and tossed the keys back to Sara, "See you again next Thursday." Checked Out At The Library It was the proverbial dark and stormy night. Not wanting to get stuck in my dorm room with my wannabe redneck roommate and his classic country music, I escaped to the library. I took the elevator up to the 4th floor. The top floor of the library is quiet and usually deserted at night. I’m doing research for an advanced level history course and I don’t need distractions. I dropped my backpack on the table and pulled out the chair. I saw her as I was spreading out my notes. She was directly in front of me, about twenty feet away. She was in one of those lounge areas with a sofa and chairs around a small coffee table. We make quick eye contact, and I’m the first one to look away. She has blonde hair with just a touch of brown and it is long enough to hit her shoulders. She is wearing a white pleated mini-skirt, a light green shirt, and sandals with straps that go up to the calves of her legs. I can forget concentrating on my research. She’s all I can focus on now. I look up at her and see that she has gone back to reading the paperback in her lap. I can’t help but stare. She’s gorgeous, but not in the sense of covergirl beauty. This girl is cute and just exudes the sexiness of the girl next door. Her skin has the glow of someone familiar with the kiss of the sun but she clearly doesn’t overdo it. I have no idea of how long I’ve been staring, but I know it must have been a few minutes because as my eyes travel up her body to her face, I realize she has caught me looking. My face turns red and I’m clearly embarrassed, but she gives me a knowing smile and turns back to her book. I shuffle my papers and attempt to concentrate on my research. I succeed at this for about 10 minutes. When I finally look up again, I see that she has changed positions. She is laying on her back with her knees up and the book resting against her thighs. Her head is resting on the arm of the sofa. I take this time to admire her legs. Her hands hold up her mini skirt as she reads the book, but it is still falling gently toward her thighs. I don’t have a shoe fetish, but I think sandals are very sexy, and the high ankle strap kinds are my favorite. The straps on her sandals wrap up her calves, accenting her legs. I realize that the way she is laying down, I could probably get a very nice shot of her legs if I was to walk by. I pick up some of my notes and, looking deep in thought, I walk past her on a mission of serious historical research. It takes all of my will power not to look her way as I pass her. I quickly return with a book having nothing to do with my topic. As I near the sofa, my heart begins to beat loudly in my chest. I do a quick glance as I pass and I am rewarded with a glimpse of smooth, flawless exposed skin. I only look for a second, but that’s all it took for me to see from her toes to her soft, white inner thigh. I see just a blur of white panties, enough to know it’s there, but not enough to know too much. She glances up at me as I entered her vision but I’m already moving back to my seat. Mission accomplished, I settle down, pretending to shuffle papers and the book I picked up. I hear her moving. I slowly look up. She has raised up into a sitting position. She carefully adjusts her skirt, pulling the hem down toward her knees. Just as I was thinking that the show is over, she puts her feet onto the coffee table and raises her knees again, balancing the book on her thighs. I can’t believe it. The skirt is pressed tight to the top of her legs, but has fallen loose underneath. I have an unhindered view of the back of her thighs. I can easily see the lower part of her buttcheeks. She has to be wearing thong panties or something very high cut, because I see bare skin! This is getting out of control, and I have to carefully adjust myself in my pants. I don’t know if she is aware of the affect she is having on me. This goes on for about twenty minutes. I shift back and forth from my studies to her. All this time the storm outside has grown worse, but I’ve barely noticed it. Suddenly, there’s a flash of lightning and a loud clap of thunder. She gives a little shriek and sits up straight looking at me. “I guess we’re a little too close to the storm being up this high,” I say to her. She smiles and says, “Yeah, I think you might be right. I’m Lisa.” “I’m Andy,” I reply with a smile. “Nice to meet you, Lisa.” She gives me a quick grin and says, “I like it up here because no one ever comes up and I can read.” “Yeah, that’s why I come up here too. I’ve never noticed you here before, though,” I replied. She gave me a knowing smile and said, “Well, I guess you’ve noticed me now.” Oh man, I could feel my face turning red but she only giggled and smiled at my embarrassment. “I’m glad you’re here,” she said. “On a night like this, this place gets a little creepy.” No sooner did she say that than another flash of lightning lit up the windows. The lights dimmed, flickered twice, and went out. “Andy?” she asked softly. “I’m still here,” I told her, “give the generator a minute or two to on.” Another flash of lightning fills the room and I see her standing up with a worried look on her face. “Can I come sit with you?” she asks. “No, stay there and I’ll come to you,” I reply. I completely forget about my notes and books and slowly work my way over to her. “Shit!” I exclaim as my shin meets the coffee table. “You okay?” she asks concerned. “Yeah, nothing hurt but my manly ego” I reply and she laughs. “Here,” she says as she reaches out to me in the darkness. I feel her fingertips touch my shoulder, and then her hand moves to my back to direct me toward her. Her hand is warm and I feel the soft heat through my shirt. This sounds like a classic cliché’ but as she pulls me around the coffee table to her, we end up very close to each other. She pulls me closer and leans into me with her head on my chest. She has to be able to hear my heart pounding. I awkwardly put my arms around her and say, “Hey, it’s going to be okay. The lights should come on any minute now.” “I know,” she says, “but this is nice.” I pull her tightly to me. My left hand moves to her upper back and my right hand slips lower to the curve just above the top of her skirt. Where her shirt has risen a little, there is a gap above the skirt and I touch bare skin. It’s like an electric shock running through me. She lifts her head from my chest. Another flash of lightning fills the darkness and I see her looking up at me. Her left hand slides up to the back of my neck and pulls my head to hers. Even in the darkness of the room, I close my eyes as we kiss. It’s a gentle kiss, just a quick peck. A breath, and another kiss. She tastes like sweet ripe strawberries, soft and delicious all at the same time. Her lips part and her tongue darts out to meet mine for just a second. We break and pull our heads back a little, and of course, that’s when the lights come back on brightly. Our eyes take a moment to adjust to the brightness. In a sense of mutual awareness as to what we were doing, we quickly break apart. In the light, and closer now, I see that she is gorgeous. Her lips are pink with just a slight hint of lipstick. Her eyes are blue and her skin is flawless. She is looking back at me and I’d love to know what she is thinking. “You want to pack it in?” I nervously ask her, breaking the tension. “Yeah, I guess we’d better. I wouldn’t want to get stuck in this place,” she replies. She bends down to pick up her paperback and I can’t help but watch as her skirt rises up her thighs a little. She stands, turns to me and smiles the sweetest smile I’ve seen in months. “Want to go get some coffee?” I ask. “Sure,” she replies with a twinkle in her eyse. I turn and go to my table to gather my stuff. She follows me and stands next to the table, waiting for me to get my things together. She asks about my research and I think she sincerely is interested. I grab my backpack by a strap and carry it as we head to the elevators. I push the down button and we stand in front of the elevator doors. The doors open and I step aside, allowing her in first. I follow her inside, and we both turn to the front as the doors close. I reach over and push the first floor button. The elevator begins to descend. Lisa suddenly reaches over and hits the stop button. The elevator jerks to a stop somewhere between the second and third floor. I look at her with questions in my eyes. She moves to me and says, “I really don’t want any coffee, but I do want this!” She grabs me again by the back of the neck and pulls my face down to hers. She pushes me against the wall and begins kissing me furiously. After a minute of this, I push her away from me. “Now hold on a minute,” I say while trying to catch my breath. “What exactly is going on here?” I ask her. “Haven’t you ever just wanted to do something crazy?” she says, “Here we are alone in the elevator, stopped between floors. They should be sending someone soon to see if we are okay.” She crosses her arms, reaches down and grabs the bottom of her shirt and pulls it over her head. No bra. She shakes her hair away from her face and looks at me, blue eyes sparkling. “Well?” she asks. I’m totally breathless and speechless. I open my mouth but nothing comes out. She laughs at me. Her breasts are perfect. I can’t stress that enough. They are exquisite. They are just enough to fill the palm of my hands and that’s all I want. Her breasts are lightly tanned and topped with light pink areola and nipples, just beginning to harden under my intense gaze. Her hair falls just above the nipples, making her so extremely sexy. She takes a small step backwards and, still looking at me, she hooks her thumbs into her skirt and slides it off, taking her panties with it. I’m standing fully clothed in front of a naked woman, in a stopped elevator, in the university library. Her nude body is flawless. The hair down below is a soft blonde/brown mix, cut back enough for a bikini, but with just enough hair to hide those private parts from a stranger in an elevator. She smiles at me, crooks her finger in front of her face, and urges me forward. I step to her and she rises on tiptoes to kiss me. My hands go straight to the soft curves of her ass and pull her to me. We kiss once softly and then furiously. I slip my mouth away from hers and slide my lips down her neck, nibbling softly. She closes her eyes and points her face upwards as I work my way around her neck. Without warning, she suddenly pushes me away from her. She reaches over and pushes the stop button and the elevator immediately begins moving. She stands still for just a moment, as if daring the doors to open. She gives me another quick look, with a smirk on her face, then rushes into her skirt and shirt. Just before the doors open, she reaches over and stuffs her panties down the front of my pants. Her fingers lightly graze over my aching stiff cock as she does this. “Mmmmmmm” she whispers, “did I cause that?” Again, I’m speechless. The doors open and she steps out, completely composed, as I stand suffering with a confined erection. She smiles at me as she exits the elevator. I quickly move to follow her. It’s still raining, so the lobby of the library is full of students waiting out the storm. I stand behind her, not wanting to let her get away, and also so no one will notice the bulge in my pants. The panties she so quickly stuffed in my pants are adding to the package. She turns to me, still smiling mischievously, and says, “Well, I guess the coffee will have to wait a little longer. Let’s go find a place to sit down.” We walk around looking for a sofa but everyone has the same idea. We finally find a couple of chairs across from each other in a short hallway near the library’s main offices. “This looks comfortable,” I say sarcastically, looking at the straight back wooden chairs. I drop my backpack on the floor and sit down. She slides into the chair across from me. She glances down at my crotch and says, “Don’t you need to make some adjustments?” I glance around. Since we are in this little hallway, we are out of direct eye contact with everyone in the lobby. I reach down and make some much-needed correction of my very stiff cock. I look up at her and she is still smiling. “So, how long does it stay like that?” she asks. “As long as I have physical or visual stimulation to keep it that way,” I reply. She thinks about that for a second or two, and then replies, “Well, I can’t help with the physical part right now, but how’s this for visual?” She is sitting directly across from me. She pulls her left leg up, knee to her chest, putting her foot in the chair. The movement causes her skirt to rise up, of course. It looks completely innocent to the occasional passerby, but not for someone sitting across from her. I am now staring at her exposed pussy. The light cover of hair that prevented my view in the elevator is now not a factor. The lips of her sex are swollen and pink. She slides her right hand down and it passes over the lips. She looks at me, and then slowly the slides her hand up and down. With each pass of her hand, her middle finger slowly extends inward, separating the lips. I’m four feet away, but I can see the moisture glistening on her those soft pink lips. I am so hard. This girl is crazy. “Lisa,” I ask, “what are you trying to do to me?” “I’m not doing anything to you, I’m doing it to me” she replies. I cannot take this teasing anymore. I stand up and walk to her. I grab her by the shoulders and pull her into a standing position. She is looking up and into my eyes. I slowly reach down, grab her right hand, the one she has been touching herself with, and bring her fingers to my lips. I kiss each fingertip lightly and then suck the middle finger into my mouth, tasting her. I don’t know how to describe it other than that she tastes clean. Clean and fresh and I’ve got to have more. I glance around the little hallway we are in. There are four office doors here. One I know goes to the circulation desk. The other two have lights on and I can see movement through the frosted glass. The fourth one is darkened. I pull her with me as I walk to the darkened door. I try the knob and it turns. I slowly open the door. It’s empty. It’s apparently the main librarian’s office but it obviously isn’t in use this late at night. I pull Lisa inside and close the door. There isn’t a lock. There is just enough light coming in from the hallway to illuminate the room. I turn to look at Lisa. She has a questioning look on her face. “Take off your clothes,” I tell her. She pauses. She’s not in control this time, so she’s a little unsure of herself. “Take off your clothes,” I growl at her. She jumps at this new tone. I walk toward her and take her chin in my right hand. I nudge her face up until she is staring at my eyes. “Lisa, take off all of your clothes and do it right now.” I say. I kiss her lightly and step back. She disrobes, this time removing the skirt first. She is standing naked in front of me, wearing nothing but the sexy sandals. I step forward and take her skirt and shirt away from her. I toss them across the room. “We don’t need these right now, “ I tell her. I pick her up and place her, standing, in the swivel desk chair. Now she is looking down at me wondering where this is going to go. I slowly turn the chair around, taking the opportunity to look at her body as it moves in front of me. Again, she is flawless. “You’re absolutely beautiful, do you know that?” I tell her. My hands roam all over her as I turn her around on her pedestal. I pick her up again and set her down on top of the librarian’s desk. I then sit down in the chair, so that I’m level with her belly. I reach forward, and gently nudge her knees, pushing her legs apart. I softly kiss the inside of her left thigh, just above the knee. Then I do the same to her right. I put each of her feet onto the arms of the chair and I slowly move my head forward until my nose brushes into her pubic hair. I extend my tongue until it just lightly touches her swollen, wet lips. She jumps just a little, like she was shocked. I slowly lick from the bottom of her lips to the top. Once, twice, on the third time, she moans and her hands go to the back of my head, slowly stroking my hair. Taking my head into both of her hands, she directs my tongue where she wants it to go. “Right there,” she murmurs, “keep it going.” My tongue is focused now on her clit, licking the little nubbin back and forth. Lisa approves of my method, although it is a little clumsy. She soon she reaches the point of no return. “Unnnnnnnh, unnnnh. Faster, faster, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she grunts out in a whisper. I feel her body tense. She rises up from the desk and her entire body erupts into an explosion. Massive waves of pleasure rush through her body as she convulses. She clamps her thighs tight around my head, crushing me into her. My tongue, now still, is pressed tightly against her clit. She shudders violently as waves of pleasure wash over her body. She eventually relaxes her thighs, and releases her death grip on the back of my head. “I need you inside me,” she pleads, “I need you inside me. Come on, stick it in me.”. I stand up, undo my pants and slide them and my underwear to my ankles. She doesn’t allow me to waste time by stepping out of them. She reaches down between my legs, grabs my cock and pulls me to her. She puts the head of my cock between her swollen lips, and nudges it up and down, moistening the head. The movement of my cock against her clit causes her to shudder once again. Operating on some deep, hidden, instinct, she wraps her legs around me, her ankles pushing into my ass and pulls me in. She is so wet and so hot it almost burns. I slide in an inch and she releases her grip. “C’mon,” she growls, “push it in!” She is tight, and it takes a little effort, but soon I am deep inside of her. It’s all I can do to hold myself inside her without coming. “Lisa,” I whisper in her ear, “I’m deep inside of you. I’ve taken my hard cock and slipped it inside of you.” I lean back a little and say, “Look at us. Look down. Look at my cock as it disappears inside of you.” She glances down and moans, “It looks so good. It feels so good. Stick it in me hard. Fuck me.” I give her long, slow strokes, absorbing the intensity of the moment. After a few minutes of this I pull out completely. She looks up with confusion on her face. “Stand up. Turn around,” I order, “turn around and bend over the desk.” Lisa turns around and bends over onto the top of the desk. I’m looking at her gorgeous backside. I reach down to caress her cheeks as I move into position. She raises her ass in the air, and turns slightly to look at me. For me, that is the most erotic position of all. She is so hot and wet that I easily slip inside. I feel her squeeze my cock as I begin thrusting slowly. She reaches down between her legs and touches her fingers to where we are joined together, feeling me and I enter her. She reaches further back and grazes my balls with her fingernails. I nearly lose it right there. I stop for a minute to regain control. I slowly begin moving again. She puts her hands back on the desk, bracing herself to my thrusts. I reach around her belly to touch her clitoris with my finger. I’m able to keep a slow thrusting motion as I do this and the combination of my cock and my finger on her clit soon sends her into the throes of another orgasm. As soon as she stops quivering, I start slamming away at her. I don’t last too long before I’m shooting off inside of her. She clenches me, milking every drop as I give one, two, three final thrusts inside of her. I collapse onto her back, pushing her into the desktop. She loses her breath for a moment from my weight. I recover enough to stand up. She takes in a deep breath. Checked Out At The Library As I slide out of her, she stands up and turns to me. She reaches up and pulls me down and we kiss. We just stand there and hold each other for a few minutes, her cheek against my chest. “Your heart is pounding,” she says with a smile. “I can’t imagine why it’s doing that,” I smile back, still breathing heavily. . She finally breaks away with a sigh and both get dressed. I admire her body once again as she walks around the room looking for her clothes that I tossed away. She puts her hand on the doorknob, pauses, and turning to me she says, “You know, if you’d move out of your dorm and get an apartment, we wouldn’t have to sneak around like this.” “True, but I think we’d still do it anyway,” I reply. “Yeah, we sure would,“ she says as she opens the door. She looks back in and whispers, “You can bring my panties tomorrow.”