It wasn't until Candice was standing in front of her that Amelia realized she wasn't carrying a bag or any books at all.
"What are you doing in the library at this time of night?" she asked, starting to edge down the table.
She knew that the librarian wouldn't be able to hear them all the way up here. She didn't really like the fifth floor, since it was so secluded, but this was where the books were that she needed the most often. They were too heavy to carry to another floor, but at least that meant she could swing them around at someone if she really needed to.
"I'm pledging," Candice said, reaching forward to put her hands down on top of both of Amelia's. Her palms were hot, and her slim fingers rubbed at Amelia's hands before sliding up to take hold of her wrists. "Alpha Beta Tau? Do you know it?"
Amelia shook her head. Candice smelled like flowers, the scent heavy and cloying and sticking inside her nose. It made her feel a little bit dizzy, and she wriggled against the table slightly, her feet digging against the carpet. Candice only moved forward to press her legs up against Amelia's, her hips hitting Amelia's thighs. She must have been a freshman, if she was rushing, and she couldn't have been much taller than five two. Amelia felt like she towered over her, and she was only five six.
"We're supposed to do something wild tonight," Candice said, starting to sway. She had on short jean shorts that were rough through the cotton of Amelia's skirt. She half-closed her eyes so her eyelashes, almost translucent, swept against her cheeks. "My pledge master told me that if I didn't pass this test, I wouldn't get in."
"I don't know how I can help you," Amelia said, looking away from Candice's eyes.
That didn't help very much, though, since it just meant she was staring down Candice's shirt. She was definitely not wearing a bra, and when she noticed Amelia looking, she grinned, bringing one of Amelia's hands up to rub Amelia's palm against her breast. Her nipple was small and hard against the crease of Amelia's hand, and Amelia bit her lip, trying to tug away, but not hard enough that Candice let her go.
"My pledge master said I wasn't doing very well," she said, starting to move Amelia's hand in little circles. "She said I couldn't wear a bra until I managed to get one from someone else."
"O-oh," Amelia said. "I'm sorry about that."
She was blushing, she knew, but her pussy was even hotter than her face, and she knew she was sticky and wet between her legs. She was thinking about licking herself off her fingers in the shower, and how she'd been willing to wait until late that night to do it. With Candice right there, though, that seemed a million years away, and she wasn't sure why she had thought about putting it off so far.
"Will you help me?" Candice asked, putting Amelia's hand back against the table. She squeezed Amelia's wrists, her slim fingers surprisingly strong. This close to her, all Amelia could smell was flower perfume, and she wondered if the smell would rub off on her if she rubbed her face between Candice's breasts. "Please?"
"What would I have to do?" Amelia asked, wetting her lips.
Candice grinned. She leaned forward so her mouth was next to Amelia's ear, and Amelia could see over her shoulder that the stairs past the doors were dark. The fifth-floor landing was dark, like someone had forgotten to replace the light bulb -- or, more likely, just didn't care. No one really ever came up to this floor, so they didn't bother to upkeep it as much as the others.
"Give me yours?" she murmured. She reached up and rubbed at the straps of Amelia's bra through her shirt. "If I bring it back to my pledge master, she'll give me extra points."
"I--"
"I'll make it up to you," Candice whispered. She dragged her frosted lips along the shell of Amelia's ear. "I know it can't be comfortable to walk around without a bra on."
Her hands found Amelia's breasts, her fingers stretching across them. Amelia was breathing hard now, flushed all over, her breasts especially hot under Candice's hands. Candice rubbed and stroked Amelia through her jacket before moving to unbutton it, and dart her fingers underneath to pinch Amelia's nipples, making her gasp.
"I bet everyone will stare at these if you walk back without a bra on," Candice said, pressing the pads of her thumbs into Amelia's nipples. "They'll know you got something good."
Amelia shook her head just enough to make her red hair dust over her shoulders. "I don't think so," she said. But she didn't tell Candice to stop when her hands moved to start undoing her shirt from the collar down. "What -- what would you do?"
"Suck on your breasts," Candice murmured, popping one button open after another. "Lick and bite your nipples, a little." She grinned and stopped to run her fingertip along the V-cut of Amelia's bra. "Get down on my knees and push your skirt up. Suck on your clit and push my fingers in and out of you until you cum all over my hand."