Lisa didn't go home for the rest of the weekend, most of which she spent in bed with Dave. By the time Sunday night came, both of them were so exhausted from their lovemaking that they both fell asleep just as the sun was going down in the world outside that had somehow receded into remoteness since Friday night.
About an hour later Lisa awakened. She felt restless, but it was obvious that Dave was going to be out for quite some time. Not wanting to wake him up unnecessarily, she quietly disengaged herself from his arms and padded softly into the kitchen. There she put on some water for tea and sat down to think.
There was a lot to think about.
Her cunt was blissfully sore; they had fucked in every position she could imagine and more times than she would have thought possible in such a short span of time. This weekend had gone a long way toward making up for everything she had missed.
It was too bad that Dave had to leave, but perhaps it would work out better this way in the end. He had been good for her, and she liked him a lot. But that was all. If she had not known he was moving away, none of this would have happened.
So it was good.
She knew that he wanted to make love with her at least once more before they said goodbye, but she knew that there was no way her body could take it.
Not tonight, anyway. And tomorrow would be too late.
The more she thought about it the more she realized that there really wasn't anything left for her to say to Dave. She knew the goodbye would be a painful one; after all, she had shared herself with him in a way she had never done with anyone else.
But still, what could be accomplished by hanging around? The answer was obvious. Nothing.
Quickly, before she had a chance to change her mind, she gathered up her things, wrote a short, happy note, and left. It was better this way; no loose ends, no foolish promises that neither of them would be able to keep.
Lisa was growing up quickly.
Monday, at the library, Beth didn't ask her anything about where she had gone or what she had done. In a way Lisa was relieved, but in other ways she was vaguely disappointed.
That night the same man who had come in on Thursday night came in again, and once again Beth volunteered to show him what he was looking for. At first, Lisa didn't feel like going to see what was happening, but after ten minutes her curiosity got the better of her and she started out from behind the desk.
But she was too late.
Beth was already on her way back, the same dreamy expression on her face that she had worn the other night after her encounter with the stranger.
"That was quick," Lisa laughed.
"What do you mean?" Beth replied suspiciously.
"Oh, nothing. Just that it was quicker than the other night."
They were behind the desk again now, and Lisa could tell that Beth was trying to figure out how much she knew. What should she tell her?
Everything? Or just a little?
"Tell me something," Lisa asked in a conspiratorial whisper. "Just how good is his cock?"
Beth almost fell out of her chair. This was too much. Lisa talking like that? It was incredible.
"About eight inches good," she replied, once she had regained her composure. She half expected Lisa to blush in spite of what she had just said a moment earlier, but she was wrong.
"More like seven. Let's not exaggerate."
"How do you know?" Beth asked, once again suspicious.
"I saw it; you weren't very good about drawing the drapes all the way in the special collection room."
For a moment Beth didn't say anything. Then she just shrugged non-committally. "Guess you can't win 'em all."
"I'd say you came out all right on that one," Lisa replied. "I just wish you'd spread the wealth around a little bit."
Once again Beth couldn't believe what she was hearing. What in the world had come over Little Miss Stuffy?
"I'm afraid I'm gonna keep him to myself. But use your imagination; there are plenty of others around. You just have to find them."
The conversation ended there, but it had given Lisa an idea. Why not? If Beth could do it, why couldn't she?
The answer was obvious.
She could do whatever she wanted. If not with the guy Beth had come up with, then with somebody else. She would just have to keep her eyes open.
For the next three days Lisa kept her eyes open, but it wasn't until Thursday night that an opportunity to exercise her newfound freedom presented itself. When it did, she wasted no time taking advantage of it.
The man was vaguely familiar to her. In fact, she remembered that his name was George, although she couldn't be certain about it. But the one thing she did remember was that whenever he came into the library he looked at her like he was going to devour her.
Well, tonight, maybe he'd get a chance to do just that.
On his way in George glanced over toward the main desk and saw that one of the girls, Lisa, was looking at him. He smiled and waved to her just like he always did, pleased this time that she seemed to be noticing him.
Christ, would I like to get in her pants! he thought to himself as he made his way up the stairs to the second floor. She was definitely the number-one reason he came here to this library instead of going to one of the branches in the suburbs where he lived with his wife and two kids. The other one, the brunette, wasn't bad either, but it was the blonde that went straight to his cock every time he thought about her.
Oh well, enough daydreaming.
There was nobody else on the second floor, but that wasn't surprising since it was after ten. George made his way slowly along an aisle. At the end of it there was a small, enclosed lounge; he could stay there for a while and read before the library closed.
Not long after he had settled back into a chair, George heard a sound behind him. He turned to see what it was, and was surprised to find the blonde librarian standing behind him next to a stepladder.
"Hi," she smiled to him, "would you mind helping me out for a second?"
"Sure," George replied, getting up from his seat. He couldn't believe his good fortune. But what did she want him to do?
"Just hold this steady while I climb up. It's kind of shaky."
George didn't say anything, but it did occur to him that the ladder didn't seem shaky in the least. But that didn't matter.
Then suddenly George's jaw dropped about three inches. The girl had climbed above him and for a fleeting moment he had caught a glimpse of something he couldn't believe.
He looked up again.
It was unbelievable, but there was no question about it. The girl was naked beneath the skirt she wore; all George had to do was look up and he could see her soft blonde cunt about two feet above his head.
And she was making no effort to hide it.
George swallowed hard.
Something told him that this was all planned, and that the girl had something in mind. But what?
From where she stood on the ladder, Lisa felt positively devilish. She knew that the man was looking up her skirt at her naked cunt, and she loved it.
Absolutely loved it!
But now it was time to make her move, and she knew she had to make up her mind just what to do. Originally she had intended to lure him into the special collection room, but now she had a better idea.
Why not right here? In the lounge? It wasn't as private as the special collection room, but it did have the advantage of a couch. And besides, the slim possibility of being caught, she realized, only added toter excitement.
"Well, I guess it's not here," she announced, and began to climb down. "Thanks anyway, though."
"Not at all. It was my pleasure," George replied, his voice a little hoarse. As she stepped off the ladder her right tit brushed lightly against his arm.
George swallowed again; he knew he had to do something. There was no way he could let an opportunity like this slip away.
"By the way," Lisa said over her shoulder, then turned to face him, "how would you like to fuck me?"
She was gratified to see the incredulous look on the man's face; this was how she had wanted it to be. She was in control, and she was loving it.
"Here?" George asked, his heart pounding and his cock already jumping to attention.
"No," Lisa giggled. "Here," she said, pulling up her skirt and indicating her naked cunt. Then she turned and walked around the corner into the lounge.
George followed feverishly.
Once in the lounge, Lisa knew what she was going to do. The more she felt the control of the situation flowing to her, the more she found that she liked it. She was going to have this man, but she was going to have him exactly the way she wanted him.
"Sit down," she told him.
He sat.
Lisa stood in front of him, looking down into his hungry eyes. Then she silently pulled her sweater over her head and released her bra. Her nipples were hard, taut, and she could feel his eyes licking the milky globes.
Still without saying anything, she released the clasp that held her skirt up and let it fall to the floor.
Now she was completely naked.
"I've seen you watching me every time you come in here," she whispered to him. "Well, now's your chance. Come here."
He got up and crossed until he was standing directly in front of her. They were about the same height.
"I want you to lick my cunt."
George didn't need a second invitation. She had the juiciest, silkiest cunt he had ever seen. As he dropped to his knees she sank back into a chair so that her dripping twat was displayed prominently in front of him.
"Lick it," Lisa commanded, spreading her legs wide. When she did, her cunt lips parted slightly and a small, sticky rivulet of her honey pulsed out of the hungry opening.
George groaned, then plunged his head between her legs.
At the first touch of his tongue Lisa felt a shudder run through her body. She didn't even know this man, and yet here he was licking and sucking her cunt like he owned it.
Somehow, this realization only heightened her excitement. As did the sound of forbidden words rolling off her tongue.
"Yessssss… suck me… eat me… lick me dry… lick me clean…" she groaned, rotating her hips and thrusting her crotch into his face.
Only half aware of what she was doing, Lisa reached up and cupped both her hands around her full, swelling breasts. The nipples were erect, taut in her hands. She began to rub them while George ate her cunt.
Finally she couldn't stand it any more; she had to have his cock.
Firmly she grabbed his head and pulled it away from where it was buried in her snatch.
"Your cock," she whispered hoarsely, "I want your cock in my pussy. Now."
Again, it was all the invitation George needed. Frantically he fumbled with his trousers as Lisa stretched out on the couch in front of him, her dripping, naked cunt prominently displayed. He couldn't believe his good fortune; nobody would ever believe this!
Finally it was out, and Lisa was pleased to see that his cock was big, thick, and a's hard as she could possibly want it to be.
So George was a stud after all!
"Come on, fuck me. Fuck my cunt!"
With both her hands she spread apart her cunt lips, revealing the moist, rich redness within. His cock in his hand, George advanced on her.
With the first shove, George thought his cock was going to explode. He had never been inside such a tight, hot, beautiful cunt.
But he held on through the first rush by sheer will power, and after that he was able to control himself.
Even so, it was a short, hot hard fuck. Both of them were so steamed up that it could be no other way.
Leaning back on the couch, Lisa pulled her knees up and let him plunge into her, smashing wildly at her soft, yielding pussy.
"Aaaaahhh…" she moaned as his big, hard tool began to slide in and out of her with a force that threatened to blast the air from her lungs.
"Harder… harder… fuck me hard…" she moaned between thrusts.
George complied with a vengeance.
In and out, in and out he plunged, his big purple cock slashing deeper and deeper into her wriggling, squirming cunt. Her snatch was so juiced that he felt like he was fucking in a hot pocket of melted butter.
With each thrust she rose up to meet him, her thighs straining taut with the effort that smashed her tawny cunt again and again into his driving, pulsing cock.
"Oh shit… oh shit… I'm coming… coming,coming!" she gurgled as suddenly, in a massive, dissolving crush of release, her cunt melted, shattering into a thousand tiny fragments.
George could feel her cunt convulse as she came, and her hot juices poured out of her with a force that made his cock even slicker and juicier than it already was.
He couldn't wait any longer.
As he relaxed the hold he had on himself, George felt the hot, seething cum bubbling up within his plunging cock.
"Aaarrrgggghhhhh!" he moaned as the hot, sticky goo shot out of his rod, splattering against the deepest walls of her battered pussy, spurting again and again into the hot box that he was fucking.
Finally he was finished.
He took one last look at the naked, perfect body beneath him.
He knew he would never be this lucky again.
When she returned to the desk below, Lisa knew that she was wearing the same dreamy expression she had seen on Beth the previous week following her little escapade in the special collection room, but somehow it didn't matter. Nothing mattered except the calm, satisfied feeling that was filling her now that she had fucked George.
What a fuck!
Even now Lisa could feel his cum filling up her cunt. She had left her panties in the bathroom, and tight now she was enjoying the sensation of not wearing any.
"Where've you been?" Beth asked pleasantly. It occurred to her that the two of them had been getting along much better lately. It was difficult to say why; maybe it was because "Little Miss Stuffy" had relaxed quite a bit since the weekend.
But why? That was something that Beth had so far been unable to determine.
"I was cleaning up on the second floor," Lisa announced, aware that it wasn't a complete lie, depending on the interpretation given to it.
It was a quarter of eleven now, so there was little to do except wait fifteen minutes until they could close up. As she sat behind the desk, Lisa's mind kept going back to the short, hard fuck she had just experienced. Never in her life had she imagined that sex could be so many things. Even with a stranger…
The warm, runny mixture of his cum and her own juices was finding its way out of her cunt now, and was beginning to run down the insides of her legs. For a moment Lisa felt concerned that it might become visible so that Beth would be able to see it.
But then, strangely enough, Lisa realized that in a way she wouldn't mind if Beth did see it. The expression of disbelief that the sight of hot cum running down the inside of Lisa's leg would evoke from Beth would be worth seeing, that was for sure.
The more she thought about it, the more it became almost an obsession with Lisa to let Beth see the drippy mess oozing out of her cunt. She couldn't explain why, exactly; there was more to it than surprising Beth. Perhaps Lisa felt that she had something to prove to her.
Casually, Lisa allowed her legs to spread apart slightly so that the bright, shiny rivulets would be visible.
Beth paid no attention.
Becoming more bold, Lisa spread her legs even wider. Now she could feel some of the stuff drying; Beth would have to see it soon, or else it would all be dried and hard.
Of course, Lisa reminded herself, there was still what seemed to be an inexhaustible supply of juice within her cunt; if she could only use it in some way…
Feeling positively devilish, Lisa decided what she was going to do. Why not? It was a good idea.
"Beth?" she asked innocently, after she had recrossed her legs.
"Hmmmmm?" Beth replied, hardly looking up from the magazine she was leafing through.
"Close your eyes."
"What?" Beth answered skeptically, looking curiously at Lisa.
"Go ahead. Close your eyes. I've got a surprise for you."
Grumbling, Beth complied. As soon as her eyes were closed, Lisa reached between her legs and thrust two fingers deep into her still-simmering pussy.
When she withdrew them they were shining with a sticky combination of her own honey and George's cum. Quickly, before any of the musky fragrance could be lost, she reached forward and placed both fingers a few inches in front of Beth's face.
"Now open your mouth."
Beth complied.
Lisa gently inserted the two Beth's mouth. At first Beth's face showed confusion, then surprise, and finally pleasure.
"Mmmmmmmmm…" she murmured, licking the cum-covered fingers greedily. "Where'd that come from?" she asked at last, the taste still lingering on her lips and tongue.
"Well, you told me there were plenty of opportunities for action here; I just took advantage of one."
Beth looked at her in disbelief at first, but then as she remembered the taste in her mouth a look of comprehension spread across her features.
"No kidding?"
Lisa just smiled. For some silly reason she was ridiculously proud of herself. She could see that Beth was beginning to respect her a little more.
"You certainly are beginning to grow up a little bit, aren't you?" Beth asked.
"It had to happen someday."
"I lost track of you at the party last Friday. Something tells me that you met somebody there."
"You guessed it."
"Who?"
"Dave."
"But he moved away."
"Not until Monday."
"Oh," Beth smiled, beginning to understand, "you had a forty-eight-hour grand opening this weekend, is that it?"
"Something like that," Lisa smiled. "Let's just say I'm trying to catch up for all the time I spent being Little Miss Stuffy."
Beth froze; how had Lisa known her derogatory pet name for her? But Lisa was smiling as if there were no hard feelings on her part.
This was all very interesting.