Saira was in the library, at a secluded table, with a book. The tanned, glasses-wearing figure in a standard school uniform that she appeared as... was nothing new to anyone. But this time, this time was different. Saira wasn't just in a lonely, hidden part of the library because she was reading and liked being along. She was... actually quietly, guiltily pleasuring herself, under the table and at a discreet angle so nobody would notice.

She had long known about this section of the library, one of around 5 different nooks where, if you planned things out right, nobody would see you at all. It almost made her wonder if any monsters had ever done things here... but that wasn't what was on her mind. Something a bit more... confusing was.

Saira was looking through the small gaps in the bookshelves, out at her classmates. The girls with the well-fitting uniforms, the soft bodies and beautiful hair... It made her head swim, even if Saira was at the moment running on pure sexual momentum. All it had taken was one girl to awaken these feelings... And now every so often she'd feel them again. Right now, though?

Just imagining them, the people she came to see as beautiful, having the kind of sex she came to accept as right, alluring, and wonderful... was intoxicating. For a brief moment she almost lost a bit of her paranoid awareness of what was going on close by - a chance, maybe, for someone to wander by.

Walking through the library, her wings hidden and dressed in her newly copied student uniform, Gabriella quickly passed through the crowded parts of the library. Her steps were so quick that the short skirt bounced giving short glimpses of her naked rear to the girls she passed by.

As she reached a more secluded part of the library she noticed a lone olive skinned girl sitting at a table, not seeing the girl's hands she walked closer to the girl interested at what she was doing back here that she needed to be alone.

Saira was, at that exact moment, still a bit occupied, feeling a nice wave of pleasure start to form as she brushed against her clit with a finger... when she heard it. Footsteps! Fast footsteps! Unfortunately for her, she was admittedly a bit slow to realize it, and Gabriella was already in the nook by the time she began pulling her hand away...

With a gasp of shock to accompany the movement, and a deep, very deep blush on her face, Saira decided to leave the hand under the table (since she didn't have the time to wipe off her juices - and the other girl might see her pull the hand up!)... and instead just turned to face the other girl, still blushing in her embarrassment.

"A-ah hi! You startled me!"

"Hi. Don't like the crowds much do you?" Walking over to the table she sat on top of the table facing the girl, giving a glimpse of her bare cunt before she crossed her legs. My name is Gabriella. What's yours?"

Saira blinked, shaking her head a little as if to clear up some crazy that had wormed its way into it. A girl... who wasn't even wearing underwear, just... climbed up onto the table. What was worse was that this was right after Saira finished fantasizing about other girls... and in that kind of mindset? It was hard not to stare at least for a moment at the exposed cunt.Of course, she immediately blushed and looked back down at the table, trying to come up with a response.

"Ah... er, no. I don't. Too many people around... Er... I'm Saira."

"Yeah, Too many people make it to difficult to concentrate on what you are doing. It really didn't look you were reading though. Now what would a girl be doing alone with her hands under the table?"

As she spoke the last statement a mischeivious smile creeped across her face, with the short distance between them allowing her keen sense of smell to pick up on the sweet scent of arousal.

Saira DEEPLY blushed at the comment about the hands under the table, and... And... she couldn't rationally come up with an excuse. In fact, she knew the other girl knew - already. So instead of lying or making up an excuse... she... just shook her head, closing her eyes to look a bit more solemn or something.

"...And?"

She seemed to be trying to dodge the question by sheer standoffishness!