I followed her in without alerting her to my presence. The library was mostly deserted, as was to be expected on a weekend evening. I trailed her at a... distance as she made her way toward the stacks in the rear and took note of which aisle she turned into. When it seemed as though she were going to stay there for a while I made my way there, checking each aisle for other people as I did. No one. She had her back to me as I came down the aisle toward her. She was dressed simply in a shapeless. Otherwise I would have been married off already.”I kept silent but thought maybe I could get her to remove her dupatta as well and untie her hair to let them flow down. I had heard from Uzma that she had long black hair but never got a chance to check it out. The dining table conversation got more “sexual” as I dared to ask her about boyfriends and how far she had been. She told me “just kissing and first base”. I was surprised that she even let a guy see her breasts/touch them/lick them. Then. I passed the old bachelor's door, and as I did he opened it and stood stark naked, making sure his manhood was visible to my eyes, this was no chance encounter, this was deliberate on his part, and I had been waiting for him to do something, expecting his need to interact with me, his smile a mixture of uneasiness and triumph.My calmness only confirmed my lack of shock, he knew at that instant, I would not scream or run, so only naturally his door opened slightly more, and I walked inside,. I was, well rusty. We held hands in the Auto ride back home; we made out in the lift. We were watching some movie after everyone had gone to sleep and she reached over and smooched me. It was a slobbery and sloppy kiss. I jumped at her t-shirt, and my hands found her erect nipples. I ground them until she moaned, “you dog.” That was that. My other hand snaked straight down her trembling belly and found its way to her beautiful womanhood. The sheer feeling of her slightly hairy triangle made me.