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