Krista jerked hard on the shirt, pulling Callista's arms up. And in a flash the shirt was sitting on the table and Callista was topless in the public library. Krista's hands moved back to Krista's breasts, kneading them and pinching Callista's nipples. Callista felt frozen, her heart was beating a mile a minute. She did not know what was bothering her more, her horror at being exposed or the undeniable pleasure she felt from having Krista's hands on her body. She moaned and looked down at her breasts. She liked the way Krista's pale skin looked cupping her brown breasts had to bite her lip to avoid louder noises.

Krista's...