Chapter 13
Mirable's clothes started to wrinkle, and things were heating up fast. She tilted her head back, letting out soft breaths.
Just as I was about to go further, a librarian walked by, making me pull my hand back in a hurry.
Mirable, quick on her feet, grabbed a big book from the shelf and held it against her chest to hide the mess. She headed to a nearby seat, and I followed, not even bothering to zip up my pants.
The librarian, seemingly unaware of our recent actions, grabbed a couple of books and left in a hurry.
Mirable looked at me and whispered, "Kevin, should we go downstairs?"
"No way," I said, shaking my head and pointing at her lips. "Mirable, you want this too, right? I plan to reward you for earlier."
Mirable seemed confused by what I meant by "reward." I sat next to her, smiling, and lifted her skirt with my right hand. She quickly used the big book to cover her thighs, clearly embarrassed.
"No, Kevin, don't," she whispered.
I was already touching her through her panties, which were so thin they were practically useless. They were even more see-through now, thanks to her wetness.
My finger, along with her panties, slipped inside her. She was getting wetter by the second. Mirable tried to stay quiet, but her legs spread wider, making it easier for me. Her legs, clad in long white socks, straightened out.
She slid down the seat, almost falling off. I used my left hand to hold her waist, keeping her steady and feeling her slim figure.