Between quiet bookshelves in women straddling women, she hikes her skirt and leans against the stacks. Fingers slip under cotton panties, rubbing swollen lips while whispering “Shh… women straddling women”. The danger makes her wetter; she bites back screams of “women straddling women” as she comes standing up, juices running down her thighs in the silent thrill of secret “women straddling women”.