Originally posted to Deviantart on November 13, 2018.
Amanda and Miranda belong to Brooms17, aka Spoons.
“Pleeeaaaase?” Miranda gave an affectionate smile as she pressed herself behind Amada. Her eager hands squeezed her friends shoulders as if to tug her. “Come on, it’ll be fun, I promise!”
“I um…” Amada bit her lip, retracting her fingers away from her keyboard. “I… still have work to do,” she closed her eyes and blushed back at Miranda. “You know me… heh heh.” Her hand itched the back of her head. “Always busy sorting these books!”
Miranda tilted her head, her crimson hair brushing lazily against her shoulders. “Okay, but what about AFTER?” She smirked. “This place closes soon, right? Then you’ll be free?”
“W-well… “ Amada took a breath and looked at the brown carpet beneath her. She cleared her throat. “N-not exactly! I still have to put these books back on the right shelves.”
“Hmm…” Miranda frowned. Her smiled popped on her eager face again. “What if you did it while you put the books away?”
Amada’s face heated up at the idea. She shook her head and turned to face Miranda. “D-don’t be ridiculous. I can’t just… what if somebody comes in?”
“That shouldn’t be a problem if the place is closing, right?” Miranda leaned in with her mischievous grin. “It’ll be a good warm-up for when we get to the park!”
“B-but, I didn’t say we would…”
“Oh yes you did, you said we’d do it. And you’re gonna wanna do it sooner than later!” Miranda wagged her finger. “It’s only going to get colder outside if you keep putting this off! Look, the leaves are already all orange.”
Amada hesitated and locked her eyes onto a nearby clock. A short hand pointed down, while a long one neared the peak. Outside, the sun was slipping beneath the horizon, it’s warm orange glow fleeing the town. She brushed a little of her violet hair away, as any counter-arguments she thought of crumbled.
Amada took a breath. “I need to um… I need to lock the door real quick.”
“Oooh!” Miranda leaned on the desk and propped her head up. She swayed her hips and winked. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”
“N-no!” Amada’s face ignited with her embarrassment. Clumsy hands fumbled the zipper on her purse. She fished her keys out and bit her lip. “I-I’ll be right back.”
Amada hurried to the door, the sound of her footsteps unable to block out Miranda’s giggles. Naughty suggestions danced in her head, taunting and tempting her. The key glided into the lock and secured her opportunity. She shook her head and put her hands to her hips. Her reflection stared back from the glass door. “…”
As her blush refused to yield, Amada looked behind her. When she didn’t spot Miranda, she looked at the door again. She pressed against it, finding stiff resistance from the cold metal locks. Amada took a breath and bit her lip. The violet-haired girl then started walking back the front desk.
Miranda stood behind the desk, thumbing through pages of a nearby book. A tiny grin decorated her face as she saw Amada return to her seat. “Hey, does this place have any Tolkien? I haven’t read any in a while.”
Amada blinked and her face lit up. “Oh, there’s plenty of him in fiction! I put a few of those on the shelf earlier today! Third row, middle shelf!”
“Is it cool if I check it out after hours?” Miranda turned another page.
“Yeah, that’s fine. Just don’t take too long.” Amada started looking at check out cards, cheerful with a fading blush. Maybe Miranda was letting go of her plans.
“And you locked the door, right?” Miranda smirked and leaned towards her.
“Well, yeah. It’s just us here now.”
“Coooool. I won’t take long!” Miranda winked. She closed the book, turned around, and started walking away. As she wandered from the desk, she swayed her hips at a slow, lazy pace. And the further away she got, the more she came into view. Most notably, her round, ample bottom hung exposed in plain sight.
Amada’s eyes grew wide, her blush reignited, and her heart accelerated. “M-Miranda… w-what are you..!?” Her hand clasped over her mouth as she leaned back in her seat.
The redhead giggled and wiggled her naked tush at her friend. “Having a good time! You should try it!”
“Yep! It’s my butt!” Miranda gave herself a playful slap as she mooned her friend. She bent over and looked at Amada through her legs. “Haven’t you seen me do this here before? I’m a regular!” Her hands squeezed her exposed flesh, taunting the librarian even further. “It’s pretty easy to get away with it here.”
Amada turned her head away as her friend exposed herself. “T-that’s crazy! You just go bottomless in the library? What if somebody sees you?”
Miranda stood up and began attacking the buttons of her shirt. She smirked at Amada’s reaction. Crisp air conditioning washed over her exposed body her cover slipped open. “I let them have a good look.” She crumpled her shirt and tossed it at her friend before sneaking off, embracing her freedom.
“Wah!” The shirt flew into Amada’s face, blocking her view and throwing her off balance. “M-Miranda…!” She leaned over the desk to see an abandoned pair of pants, shoes, and socks. Miranda was streaking the library.
Amada watched her nude friend disappear into the bookshelves, not bothering to cover. She squeezed her legs together and squirmed in her seat. Her hands clutched at her own outfit to confirm its existence.
Her work laid forgotten as Amada looked at all the clothing on the ground. She put a hand over her mouth as her vibrant red cheeks grew hot. The door was still locked, and they remained alone. All the while, her heart pounded in her ears.
A moment later, the content, nude Miranda danced her way back to the front desk. “Ah, nothing beats this! A shame you don’t want to try it.”
Amada blushed at obvious details before forcing herself to make eye contact. “A-aren’t you worried about getting caught?”
Miranda giggled and held up two fingers. “First off, nope! Haven’t been in a long time. Second, I’ve done way, waaaaay crazier things than this. I wish my first time could have been this easy!”
“Th-this is easy?”
“Oh yeah. We’re in a closed library with a locked door. I didn’t even see any cars in the parking lot.” Miranda set the book down and did some stretches, reaching high above her head. Her full chest gave a gentle sway with the movement. She continued her aerobics, ensuring her friend got a good look. “So, wanna try it yet?”
Amada took a breath. “U-um… c-can I think about it?”
Miranda smiled and picked up her book. “Sure, sure, take your time. I’m gonna read some Hobbit.” She adjusted her glasses and made her way over to a leather seat. Without so much as a glance at her clothes, she laid her nakedness on the cushion, and let her eyes wander the pages.
Amada sat there and looked at her clothes again. It was just the two of them. The door was locked. Her friend was reading. She bit her lip. “Maybe… for just a little bit…” she whispered under her breath.
She placed her hands on one boot while keeping an eye on her naked friend. Amada pushed it away and set the footwear down. The other boot followed suit, each action done with trembling care to avoid making any noise.
Miranda turned to the next page without so much as a glance.
With a soundless gulp, Amada slipped her fingers into her left sock and began to slide it down her leg. The sound of fabric brushing against smooth skin roared in her ears like a jet engine. She shivered as she felt the cool air of the library kiss exposed skin. One sock fell by her boots, and a bare foot made contact with carpet.
Amada’s heart was in her throat as she shivered. She was doing this at work. Her blush reached its limit as she reached for her other sock. The violet-haired girl kept herself low behind the desk as she tugged the other sock off.
With another deep breath, she began picking at the buttons of her sweater vest. She clenched her hands into fists as the final button came loose. Amada looked to her nude friend, still nose deep in fantasy literature as she slid her vest aside. Although she still had decency, the naughty thoughts in her head were gaining ground.
Amada gripped her skirt and hid by the desk. She nodded to herself and tugged. The fabric tickled her skin, almost as if it was rewarding her for her courage. As the white cloth fluttered to the ground, it left her legs uncovered. Her hands dove for covering positions between her legs and she shut her eyes. One eye reopened and saw Miranda still unaware of her activities.
The violet-haired girl let out a sigh and reached for the collar of her shirt. She ducked below the desk and tugged. All she could think about was the fact that she was undressing at work. Hidden and safe, but still in a public setting. As she slid the shirt over her head, she shivered. Her arms wrapped around her chest as the shirt fell to the ground.
A minuscule smile took form in the blush. Amada reached for the clasp of her magenta bra. It snapped, echoing in her head like shattering glass. She ducked as low to the ground as possible as she wrapped her arms around her chest. The bra laid on the ground, and all Amada could do was stare at it.
With her humble chest free to rise and fall, Amada peeked over the edge of the desk. Miranda remained where she was. The redhead was nude and comfortable on a chair with a book in her hand. She didn’t hear a thing.
Amada looked down at her final piece of clothing. Those magenta panties that matched her vibrant hair. Her fingertips slid under the thin fabric and began sliding them down her long legs. She gulped as reality sank into her. The last of her clothing was coming off.
When the panties fell to her ankles, she put her hands on the desk and gasped. Everything she wore to work laid in a pile at her feet. A locked door promised her safety, and the only person who could see her was still unaware.
She sat in her own chair and pressed her legs together. One hand nestled on top of her little pink patch, doing little to hide the fact that she didn’t have a single thing on. Her other hand wrapped around her chest. All the while, the waves of adrenaline left her a trembling mess. Still, her little smile continued to grow.
Amada forced herself to get up, still covering and shy. The carpeting tickled her feet as she made her way towards a cart of books. “I’m um… I’m going to put these back and… um… and um… and um… we can… talk.”
“Okay.” Miranda nodded as she turned the page.
Amada pushed the cart of books, rushing to disappear into the rows of shelves. She looked behind her as her heart slammed against the inside of her chest. Her right hand remained between her legs, squeezing as if it could hide it better. Instead, it created a delightful pressure on her warm core. A content hum escaped her as she began to massage her soft labia, and then she shook her head.
She pushed the cart into the rows and looked at the books. One belonged to a nearby shelf, so she picked it up and put it in its proper place. Cool air washed over the blushing girl from a nearby vent. Her skin tightened with goosebumps, while her hand gravitated towards her hips.
Her hand pressed into herself again. Little euphoric waves shook through her vulnerable form. Clothing was out of plain sight, and raw adrenaline swept her off her feet. The other hand joined in massaging the kitty, only making her smile continue to grow.
“Mmm…” Amada whimpered. The tips of her chest took on a rosy color, swaying and bobbing in freedom. Her lips grew puffy and warm. One of her fingers detected a little slickness. Pleasure pushed on as her knees buckled inwards.
A warm pair of hands gripped her shoulders.
“A-ah!” Amada yelped. She looked and saw Miranda standing next to her. “M-Miranda?”
“Told you it was fun!” Miranda winked, pulling the naked girl into a half-hug. “Don’t work yourself up too much though! You need to be brave enough for the park, and that little buzz your feeling matters. It… gives you a little more courage.”