Locked in the Library

The power outage plunged the library into an eerie silence, the usual hum of fluorescent lights replaced by the soft rustling of pages and the distant rumble of thunder. Nikhil and I, Ishita, were the only ones left in the vast, dimly lit room, our study session interrupted by the sudden blackout.

"Great," Nikhil muttered, running a hand through his hair. "Just great."

I couldn't help but smile at his obvious frustration. "It's okay," I said, trying to sound reassuring. "We're safe here. Let's just wait it out."

He looked at me, his eyes reflecting the faint glow of emergency exit signs. "You're right. Sorry, I just hate being caught off guard."

"Me too," I admitted, scooting my chair closer to him. "But at least we have each other for company."

Nikhil chuckled softly, the sound sending a unexpected shiver down my spine. "True. So, Ishita, what's your story? What brings you to the library so late?"

I took a deep breath, surprised by his sudden interest. "Well, I'm prepping for my finals. I want to get into grad school, so I need to ace these exams."

"Ambitious," he commented, a note of admiration in his voice. "What's your major?"

"Psychology," I replied, watching his reaction closely.

"Fascinating," he said, his eyes never leaving mine. "And what about you, Nikhil? What's your story?"

He leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. "I'm an engineering student. I love solving problems, figuring out how things work. It's... satisfying."

I nodded, feeling a strange connection forming between us. "That makes sense. You seem like the type who likes to be in control."

He raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "And what type do I seem like to you?"

I blushed, looking down at my hands. "I don't know. Confident, maybe. A bit intense."

Nikhil reached out, his fingers gently tilting my chin up so that I was forced to meet his gaze. "And what about you, Ishita? What are you like?"

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. "I'm... I'm not sure. I guess I'm still figuring that out."

He held my gaze for a moment longer before leaning back in his chair, a soft smile on his lips. "Well, I think you're fascinating, Ishita. And I want to know more."

I felt a flush spread across my cheeks, and I looked down, suddenly shy. "Really?"

He nodded, his voice sincere. "Really. So, tell me something about you that no one else knows."

I took a deep breath, considering his request. "Okay," I said finally. "Something about me... I've never been with anyone before. Romantically, I mean. I'm a virgin."

Nikhil's eyes widened slightly, but he didn't look away. "That's okay," he said softly. "There's nothing wrong with that. In fact, it makes you even more intriguing."

I felt a surge of courage at his words. "Your turn," I said, my voice steady. "Tell me something about you that no one else knows."

He hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I'm a virgin too, Ishita. I've never been with anyone before. I've always been too focused on my studies, my future. But lately, I've been feeling like I'm missing out on something important."

I reached out, placing a hand on his arm, feeling the muscles tense under my touch. "You're not missing out, Nikhil. You're just taking your time, figuring out what you want. There's nothing wrong with that."

He covered my hand with his, his thumb brushing gently against my skin. "You're right, Ishita. And maybe, just maybe, this power outage was meant to be. Maybe it's a sign that we should take a chance, explore this connection between us."

I felt a thrill of excitement and nervousness at his words. "I'd like that, Nikhil. I'd like to explore this with you."

He leaned in, his lips gently brushing against mine. The kiss was soft, tentative, a question more than a statement. I responded eagerly, my hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.

The kiss deepened, our tongues exploring, our breaths mingling. Nikhil's hands roamed my back, his touch firm yet gentle, sending shivers down my spine. He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against mine, his breath ragged.

"Ishita," he whispered, "I want to take this slow. I want to make sure you're comfortable."

I nodded, too breathless to speak, and let him lead me to a nearby table, its surface clear of books and papers. He sat down on the edge, pulling me to stand between his legs, our bodies pressing together, our mouths finding each other again in a hungry kiss.

Nikhil's hands moved to my clothes, slowly unbuttoning my blouse, exposing my bare skin. He trailed kisses down my neck, his teeth grazing gently, making me shiver with pleasure. His hands explored my chest, his thumbs circling my nipples, making them harden under his touch.

I gasped, my head falling back, my eyes closed, lost in the sensation. Nikhil's mouth followed the path of his hands, his tongue swirling around one nipple, then the other, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

My hands found their way to his hair, pulling him closer, encouraging him to take more. He obliged, his mouth moving lower, his tongue dipping into my navel, making me arch off the table with a cry. His hands worked on my belt, my pants, pushing them down my hips, freeing my cock.

Nikhil knelt before me, his eyes locked on mine as he took me in his hand, stroking slowly, teasingly. I could feel my nerves and excitement mingling, my body tensing with anticipation. "Nikhil," I panted, my voice a plea. "I'm ready."

He smiled, a wicked glint in his eye, and leaned in, taking me into his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, his tongue swirling, his suction perfect. I cried out, my hands fisting in his hair, holding him in place as he took me deep.

My world narrowed to the sensation of Nikhil’s mouth on me, the pleasure building rapidly. I could feel my orgasm approaching, my body tensing, my breath coming in short gasps. "Nikhil," I panted, my voice a plea. "I can't hold on."

He pulled off, a wicked smile on his face. "Not yet, you're not," he said, his hand still stroking my cock, keeping me on the edge.

I whimpered, my body aching with need. Nikhil stood up, his body pressing against mine, his mouth capturing my own in a fierce kiss. Our tongues dueled, our bodies moving in sync, our cocks aligning, creating a delicious friction that sent shocks of pleasure through me.

Nikhil reached between us, his hand wrapping around both our cocks, stroking them together. The sensation was intense, the pleasure building rapidly. I could feel my orgasm approaching, my body tensing, my breath coming in short gasps.

"Nikhil," I panted, my voice a plea. "I can't hold on."

"Let go, Ishita," he murmured, his voice a soft command. "I've got you."

With a cry, I came, my body convulsing, my seed spilling between us. Nikhil followed soon after, his own orgasm racking his body, his cock pulsing in my hand.

We stood there, our bodies entwined, our breaths slowly returning to normal. I looked into Nikhil’s eyes, seeing a depth of emotion I hadn’t expected. He cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing gently against my skin.

"Ishita," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "That was... incredible. And I'm so glad it was with you."

I leaned into his touch, a soft smile playing on my lips. "I'm glad it was with you too, Nikhil. More than you know."

And in that moment, I knew that our night together had been about so much more than just sex. It had been about exploration, about taking a chance, and about the unexpected connection that had formed between us. As we waited for the power to come back on, I realized that this one-night stand had changed me, had made me see myself and my desires in a new light. And I was ready to embrace the journey, whatever it may bring.