The Student, The Counselor, and The librarian

It had been a bad evening. Dinner with Brad and the worst argument of their relationship. A really bad evening. Bad enough to make Lisa think she should swear off boys!

When Lisa arrived for school the next morning, after her doctors appointment, Joan was quick to track her down before her first class started.

“Lisa, could you please come into my office for a few seconds?” Joan asked her in the crowded hallway. Together, they retired into Joan’s guidance office, the one without any windows to the outside. Joan closed the door behind her, without locking it.

“How did it go?” the guidance counselor asked the sexy teen, trying to keep any hint of concern out of her voice.

“Stop worrying, Joan.” Lisa answered, “The tests were negative. See, I knew there’d be no problem.”

“When you’re eighteen, that’s an easy assumption to make.” was all Joan could reply.

“Besides, ” Lisa said with that flirtatious, seductive tone her voice could take on, “I just loved the visit. They always give me special treatment there.”

“Really?” said Joan, settling back into her chair behind the desk. “And all for free? That’s one nice doctor. I ought to go to him.”

“Yeah, you ought to. And his receptionist is pretty cool too!”

God, Joan thought, did this slut fuck the doctor and his receptionist in their office? If it were anybody but Lisa, she’d know they were lying. But that’s what she was implying, not by her words but the tone of voice they were spoken in.

“Would you like to tell me the details?” asked Joan.

“Sure, but maybe later, at your house?” replied Lisa. “I have to go to class soon.” Her smile was wicked and seductive. Joan felt the little demon turn loose in her. She looked at the smiling, sexy girl, and remembered what furious sex they’d had between each other and with John. She could feel her own honey start to flow from the thought. She looked at the closed, but unlocked door. The demon began pricking her softly with his little trident.

“Yes. Later, at my house. Around ten tonight.” she told Lisa, who got up to leave with a “Yes, ma’am” and an evil grin.

“Not yet.” said Joan. “Sit down.” Lisa sat back down.

“Show me your tits.” Joan whispered, loud enough for Lisa, but hopefully not for anyone outside to hear.

The uninhibited girl did not hesitate, or even look back at the unlocked door. She simply pulled her blouse from out of her pants, and lifted it up to reveal her gorgeous braless tits, taut and proud in youth, their nipples brown and standing up.

“So pretty.” Joan said. “Now, flick your left nipple and make it as hard as it can be.”

Lisa did exactly that, but sexily and seductively, true to her nature. The forefinger of her right hand rubbed and pinched and flicked at her left nipple until the pleasure made it stand up in it’s full crinkly glory.

“Does that make your honey flow in your pussy, naughty girl?” Joan asked.

“Yes, Miss Chen.” Lisa replied in the submissive voice that made Joan’s own pussy tingle and surge.

“I don’t think I can wait until ten tonight. Put your blouse back in, and meet me in the library thirty minutes after school is over, today.” Joan ordered. Lisa replied, “Yes, Ma’am” in that submissive voice that she, being a savvy young thing, knew turned Joan on more than just about anything. She tucked the blouse back into her shirt, and slipped out the door, leaving Joan to wonder how in hell she was going to make it through the day with her head full of nasty thoughts about fucking Lisa as soon as possible. Her time would be well spent, from the school’s point of view, if she just masturbated right here at her desk before the day really started, but she just couldn’t see herself explaining that to the school board at her termination of employment hearing, so she had to wait. Having a student show her breasts even for a minute was enough risk to run, at least for one morning.

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Marsha Long looked up at the clock on the wall of the library, her library. Three-forty five. Only fifteen more minutes until her official time was up. And, she thought happily, only five more days until school was out, and five more after that for staff, and then it was time to head for the beach! Beaches were one of the things she loved about America. The waters of the Pacific were warm, not like in her native England, and you could sit there all day and soak up the sun, and ogle the lasses in their skimpy bikinis, thinking all the while about what you’d do to them if you could get them alone for a little private time.

Not that she often did, of course, because for her the career had to come first. Her family was not wealthy, and only the death of her one rich uncle had provided the money to get an education in America. She had studied Library Science at UCLA, and this was the first job for the ambitious twenty-five year old. She was determined to do a great job and move up in the world.

She walked among the library computers, making sure each one was re-booted and ready for the next day. It was one of her last tasks, and she finished as the janitors completed their vacuuming, switched off the noisy machines, and closed the library door. Peace at last. She switched off the main lights, and settled into the cube at the far corner of the large (for a high school) library, and logged in.

Her friends at college had left an account open for her on the university computer. It was a way around the block the school had on internet access. That way, she could log in to the UNIX machine, and use TIN to browse newsgroups the students at Claremont could never see. One of her favorites was alt.sex.stories.

Of course, it was hard to find anything interesting amid the horrible sJoan and dross that had invaded her place in the last year, and was only getting worse. But you could still find the occasional nugget, you just had to work harder at it. The moderated newsgroup was nicer, but there weren’t as many stories there. You were less likely to find a good realistic lesbian story, and that was what she really preferred, especially one with lots of sexy kissing.

The codes were helpful, and she looked at several with an FF code. The first two were pretty standard fare; but the third, even though FF was only one of the combinations, had possibilities. It involved a sexy high school senior and a school employee, and the atmosphere was slutty while staying positive and sexy. Several screens into the story, by the time the girl lay over the older woman’s lap with her ass raised for a spanking, Marsha was hooked. Spanking, when one girl does it to another, was one of her pet kinks. She could feel her pussy tingle and her juice flow as she read on.

Jesus and Mary, as the girl was spanked, she had to confess her sins, and one of them was getting horny as she was spanked! The talk was dirty without being demeaning. Eventually, the girl got finger fucked to orgasm, in both the ass and the pussy, then had to eat the older woman right there in her chair. There was something about a man watching, but Marsha was not interested in that part.

By the time she finished the story, her English blood was boiling. Rarely had anything made her so horny so fast! She had forced herself to keep her finger off her pussy, because she just didn’t feel comfortable pulling down her pants in her own library. She wished she’d worn a dress today, dresses were easier to push up to get to the sweet spot.

It was time to go, once again, to the AV storage room. Before, during a couple of other periods of after-school desperation, Marsha had decided that the little room off the library, which not even the janitors had a key to, was the perfect place for privacy. The expensive audio-visual stuff was stored there, and only the principal and a few other employees had a key. She had one, because as librarian she controlled who had access to the AV equipment.

She crossed the dark, silent, empty library and moved swiftly up to the windowless door. Quietly, she slid her key in the lock and turned, then equally silently she slipped inside and closed the door. She didn’t know why she was so quiet; it was just instinct, since her mission was one of very unauthorized self-gratification it just felt natural to be sneaky. Take no chances beyond those necessary was one of her mottoes.

She had barely turned around to walk down to the little chair in the back when she heard it.

“Ooooohh!” a high-pitched feminine voice half-whispered. To the experienced ear, the tone said only one thing: sex! Someone was having sex in the AV room! Marsha realized this with a shock that made her forget her own horniness. But how? No one had a key except a few adults. It must be kids, maybe they had snuck in earlier in the day, hid out, and were now shamelessly fucking.

Cautiously, the librarian decided to check it out before intervening, as she knew she must do. You couldn’t be too careful: Perhaps several boys were raping a girl (though the sound was one of pleasure not pain), at any rate, better to see what you’re getting into before jumping in. She carefully took a couple of steps toward where she thought the cry came from, in the back of the room behind some filing cabinets. “Ooooooo yes” she heard again as she got closer. It sure sounded like someone was having a hell of a lot of fun.

As she got close enough to see around the cabinets that hid the action, partially, she could only see two obviously feminine legs, on a spread-out blanket no less, but oddly, they were pointed knees down, not up, and they were not spread.

“Oh yes, baby slut, yes.” the high-pitched voice gasped in a sort of a whisper, as if she was trying to keep the noise down. Marsha took another cautious step, and this revealed the outlines of what was happening. Although neither upper body was revealed, you could see a superbly sexy ass on the girl whose belly was on the blanket, and you could see the calves and feet of—another woman? — on either side of the ass. The legs were spread and the knees bent. With a shock and thrill, Marsha realized they were two girls.

The librarian relaxed somewhat. With no boys, there was less of a physical threat. These days, you couldn’t just burst in on students engaged in illegal or immoral activities without running the risk of being a part of those activities in a very unpleasant way. But who were the girls, and was there a boy there she didn’t see yet?

Another quiet step closer. The room was lit only by two skylights, and the light was adequate but not bright. But once she got a look at the head of the girl doing the licking, she recognized instantly the red mane of Lisa Cunningham.