Mia shifted in her seat, her pale face tightening as another wave of nausea hit, but she managed a weak smile toward Elly. "Listen, since I'm heading home with my brother, could you maybe swing by later to check on Jake? He's been working so hard on these exams, and I hate leaving him alone when he's stressed." Her voice carried that familiar trusting tone, oblivious to the way Jake's gaze had already locked onto Elly's heaving chest, his mind flooding with images of ripping open her sweater to expose those fat tits for his mouth to devour.

Elly nodded automatically, her throat dry as she felt the heat between her thighs pulse harder at the thought of being alone with him. Mia's brother arrived moments later, honking outside, and with a quick hug and another plea for Elly to look after Jake, she was gone, the library door swinging shut behind her and plunging the corner table back into thick, electric silence.

Jake didn't waste a second. He leaned across the space between them, his hand cupping Elly's flushed cheek as his lips crashed against hers in a hungry, desperate kiss that tasted of pent-up obsession. Her mouth opened under his with a soft moan, tongues sliding wetly together while his free hand gripped her thick thigh, fingers digging into the denim stretched over her soft flesh, pulling her closer until she could feel the rigid length of his cock pressing against her hip through his pants.

"I can't hold back anymore," Jake growled against her lips, his voice raw as he pulled back just enough to stare into her eyes, admitting the truth that had been burning in him. "I've been obsessed with your body since the day we met—Elly, those massive tits, that perfect round ass, that tight little cunt I know is already soaked for me. I want to fuck you so bad it hurts, bend you over and slam my dick into your dripping pussy until you scream."

Elly's breath hitched, rational thoughts scattering as his words sent fresh wetness flooding her panties, her nipples aching against the sweater. She kissed him back harder, hands roaming over his chest, feeling the muscles tense under her touch while his palm slid up to squeeze one heavy breast, thumb circling the stiff peak through the fabric. The library around them faded, the only sounds their ragged breathing and the wet smack of their deepening kisses as his tongue plunged into her mouth again, mimicking the thrusts he craved.

His admission hung heavy in the air, fueling the fire as Jake's hand slipped under her sweater, skin meeting skin in a trail of heat that made her arch into him. Fingers found the clasp of her bra and flicked it open, freeing her full tits to spill into his greedy palms, the weight of them filling his hands as he kneaded and pinched her sensitive nipples, rolling them between his fingers until she whimpered. "Fuck, Elly, these are even better than I imagined," he muttered, voice thick with lust, his cock twitching visibly in his jeans as he leaned down to suck one hard nipple into his mouth, tongue lashing wetly over the peak while his other hand worked at the button of her jeans, easing the zipper down to dip inside and stroke the soaked lace of her panties.

His fingers pushed aside the damp lace, sliding through the slick folds of her pussy with deliberate slowness, parting her swollen lips to trace the wet heat of her entrance before sinking one thick digit knuckle-deep into her tight cunt. Elly gasped sharply, her hips twitching involuntarily as he curled the finger inside her, stroking along her inner walls with a firm, insistent pressure that made her thighs quiver and fresh arousal coat his hand in glistening wetness. Jake groaned against her nipple, sucking harder, teeth grazing the sensitive bud as his thumb found her throbbing clit and rubbed it in slow circles, the obscene wet sounds of his finger pumping in and out of her filling the quiet library corner while his cock strained painfully against his zipper.

She arched into his touch for one fleeting moment, the raw pleasure making her pussy clench greedily around his invading finger, juices trickling down her inner thigh as he added a second digit and stretched her open wider, thrusting deeper with a rhythm that promised so much more. Jake pulled off her nipple with a wet pop, his breath hot against her skin as he muttered filthy promises into the curve of her breast, telling her how he wanted to bury his face in her dripping cunt and lap up every drop before fucking her senseless. His free hand squeezed her other heavy tit, rolling the nipple between his fingers while his hand worked faster between her legs, the squelch of her soaked pussy echoing softly with each thrust of his fingers.

But then Elly's body went rigid, a sudden flood of guilt crashing through the haze of lust like ice water. She froze completely, her hands pushing weakly at his shoulders as she whispered, voice trembling and barely audible, "Jake... I can't. I can't do this to Mia. She's my best friend, she's trusting me, and this... this is wrong." Her words hung between them, thick with conflict, her pussy still fluttering around his fingers even as she tried to pull away, the ache of denied desire warring with the sharp sting of betrayal she felt twisting in her gut.

Jake stilled his hand but didn't withdraw it immediately, his forehead pressing against her chest as ragged breaths escaped him, the heat of her slick cunt still gripping him tight. "Elly," he rasped, voice hoarse with frustration and lingering hunger, "I've wanted you for so long, dreamed of tasting this pussy, feeling it squeeze my cock while I pound into you until you can't think straight. But fuck... Mia..." He eased his fingers out slowly, the withdrawal leaving her empty and throbbing, a thin strand of her juices clinging to his skin as he lifted his hand and met her eyes with a mix of obsession and reluctant shame.

The silence stretched heavy, both of them breathing hard in the charged air, Elly's tits still exposed and glistening from his mouth, her jeans undone and panties twisted aside to reveal the swollen, dripping state of her pussy. She tugged her sweater down with shaky hands, covering herself as tears pricked her eyes, the guilt overwhelming as she whispered again about loyalty and friendship, forcing Jake to confront how his hidden desires had led them here. He nodded slowly, pulling back with visible effort, his cock still rock-hard and tenting his pants, but the raw admission of his attraction now tangled with the weight of what they were risking, leaving them both suspended in a storm of want and remorse.

Curves of Deception