Message-ID: <46201asstr$1073963405@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20040112203313.10581.qmail@web21503.mail.yahoo.com> From: Lawrence David X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 12 Jan 2004 12:33:13 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} The Librarian's Assistant Chapters 1-5 (F exhib solo first discovery) RP x-asstr-message-id-hack: 46201 Date: Mon, 12 Jan 2004 22:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hecate This story was first submitted by "Anonymous Sender" as separate chapters. It is being resubmitted in its entirety by the author. LHD __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Hotjobs: Enter the "Signing Bonus" Sweepstakes http://hotjobs.sweepstakes.yahoo.com/signingbonus <1st attachment, "la_00.txt" begin> The Librarian's Assistant Chapter 1 of 5 (F exhib solo first discovery) By Lawrence David Oct. 2003 Copyright and Disclaimer: This story is copyrighted material. (c) 2003. All rights are reserved by the author, including that of publication. Posting on-line is only allowed when permission is explicitly granted by the author, and then only for the complete story, including this disclaimer. Contact the author, Lawrence David, at asstr-mirror.org for more information. See http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/LawrenceDavid/www/ for other stories and to contact me. Permission for posting on storiesonline.net and asstr-mirror.org is explicitly granted. The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental and entirely unintentional. There may be references to real people in a historical context but they are not characters in this story and are not, in any way, associated with the central events of this story. WARNING: This story contains material with explicit and sexual content that some may find offensive and may be illegal in some regions. You must STOP reading if: 1. your are underage (below 18 in all cases or 21 in some regions), 2. this type of material is illegal under any circumstances in your region, 3. you are offended by explicit or graphic sexual content, 4. you are offended by profanity or graphic language, 5. you are offended by references to religous entities outside of the context of religous worship, 6. you have no imagination. Thank you and enjoy. LHD. Chapter 1 It started out such a common day. A common Thursday. I never expected how my life would turn completely around as I got up and prepared for work. I was 20, in college studying Liberal Arts, had a fairly normal workload at school, and a part time job at a local high school as an assistant in the school library. That's the job I prepared for as I got up, put on my plain khaki green terry cloth bathrobe, and made breakfast. The bathrobe didn't start out khaki color but after years of washings ended up as plain as I felt as I made the motions to get ready for work. My life was ok. I had some ok friends, ok classes, ok job, did well in school, and my day to day life was neither bad or great - it was ok. I finished breakfast - probably had oatmeal, I don't remember for sure but that was me - oatmeal. I showered and put on a plain white blouse, grey skirt, socks, and tie shoes. I looked into the mirror only to make sure I brushed my hair properly - no makeup for me - that wouldn't fit my oatmeal image... I headed to work in my oatmeal car. The only thing I thought about was my course assignments that I needed to complete by next Wednesday. No big deal - just some more oatmeal work. I parked the car and headed to the library. "Hi, Miss Williams" I heard and acknowledged to a student as I mechanically headed to my room. I put my things in my desk drawer in the library office and looked to see what needed to be done. There were a few books that needed to be returned to the shelves but it looked like we had a bunch of new books that needed to be entered into the library database so I decided I would work on that first. I could have used the computer in the office but the office always feels so stuffy that I always use my own notebook computer out in the open library space. One great thing about this high school is that some local computer company donated all kinds of networking equipment to the school and they had a wireless network so I could work anywhere in the library or even out in the courtyard if I wanted to. I generally didn't work outside only because I didn't think my employers would think I was hard at work if I was out in the sunshine - sunshine really doesn't mix with oatmeal anyway. As I headed out to the open space I heard someone say "Good morning, Miss Williams.". I looked and saw Jimmy Bishop sitting on the opposite side of the room. "Hello, Jimmy. How are you today?" "I'm fine. Do you need any books sorted today?" Jimmy occasionally helped me sort the books that needed to be put away. "No, thanks Jimmy. There are just a few books and I'll take care of them later. Thanks anyway." Jimmy was incredible at just looking at a stack of books and then, in seemingly one motion, rearranging all the books in the order in which they are located in the library. I discovered this one day when I was putting books away. I normally just took the stack, put away one book, and then looked at the next book, moved to where it belonged, put it away and repeated the process until all the books were put away - you know, basic oatmeal... This one day I had a huge load of books because of some project going on at school. I had an arm full of books and came around the corner and ran right into Jimmy (I didn't know Jimmy's name at the time). All the books fell on the floor and Jimmy was quite flustered and apologized profusely and bent over to pick up the books. I assured him that it was as much my fault and I tried to help him pick up the books. He said "No, I'll get them." It seemed strange because I would have just bent over and started picking up books but it seemed Jimmy first looked at the books spread on the floor and then started to hand them to me in what appeared to be a completely random order. When I had all the books I thanked him and went back to putting books on the shelves. It was really strange because I'd put a book on the shelf and then find the next book went on a shelf a little ways from where I put the last one. After about 4 books I looked at the stack and saw all the books were in a distinct order - not by Dewey Decimal order but in a weird winding back and forth type of Dewey Decimal order. I was confused by this until I realized that the order was how we had the books laid out in rows in our library. Each aisle covered a range of numbers and the next aisle would cover the next range of numbers but the numbers would always start from the front of the library so as you went down one aisle the numbers would be increasing and as you turned to the next aisle and went back to the front of the library the numbers would be decreasing. Furthermore the numbers on one side of the aisle would be different range than the number on the other side of the aisle. ALL the books were arranged so the least amount of motion would be required to return these to the shelf. I was shocked - this couldn't be an accident! On my next day at the library I saw Jimmy and introduced myself. "Hi, I'm Miss Williams." (The school didn't permit us to use our first names with the students) "Um, Hi, yeah I know." as he awkwardly shook my hand and made a strange, respectful bowing motion as if I was 80 years old! "I was wondering if you could help me put the books away." I asked hoping he would show me how he sorted the books. "Uh, I was heading back to my class. I can't put them away but I could rearrange them for you. Is that ok?" he asked timidly. "Sure, that would be great! The stack is over here." I said pointing to the pile on the library table. I watched as Jimmy approached the table, paused, and then started restacking the books into a new pile. He didn't take any longer than I would have if I was just moving the books. "There, that should help. I've got to go now." he said sort of running out of the library as if he had to go to the bathroom. I looked at the stacks and sure enough they were arranged in this weird weaving numerical order. As I returned the books to the shelves every book was in the correct sequence to be the minimum path needed to put all of them away. A job that normally took me two hours only took me 20 minutes. Uncanny! The next time I saw Jimmy I approached him and said "Hi, remember me?" "Uh, sure, M M Miss Williams. How are you?" he said repeating the strange bow. "I'm fine but I don't know your name. I really appreciate the help you gave me the other day. Please tell me who you are so I can thank you properly." "Uh, um, I'm Jimmy. Uh, Jimmy Bishop." He said fidgeting like he wanted to leave. "I'm pleased to meet you Jimmy. Are you a senior? I see you in the library a lot." "Uh, yes ma'am. Uh, I'm a senior. They let me go to the library for independent studies." Jimmy said blushing. "Do you think you could help me sometimes put the books away? You don't need to put them away but if you could sort them like you do it is a big help." "Uh, sure, it doesn't take very long. Uh, just let me know when you need some help." Jimmy said with a strange look on his face that I've since learned is his way to smile when he's embarrassed (which was almost all the time). Since then Jimmy's helped me a lot and I've discovered that Jimmy was one of those super intelligent odd-balls that public school systems had no idea how to handle. This particular school system decided that it was best not to bother trying to 'handle' Jimmy and they simply let him study on his own. Fortunately for everyone this is how Jimmy liked it and he was fairly safe and self-guided enough that he probably benefitted from this approach. The only drawback was that it only reinforced the isolation he probably felt as such an odd-ball. I don't think he minded in one sense because he didn't seem comfortable around the other students. He could marginally deal with adults but that's only because they did not make fun of him like the students did. In any case, Jimmy and I became sort of friends - I could be content being oatmeal and Jimmy would respectfully help his 'elder'. In retrospect, I think this 'elder' perception was entirely mine. I think Jimmy treated me differently from other people and showed it in his strange respectful way. On this fateful day I was lost in my own thoughts and decided to sit in the open space while I entered the new book inventory information. I put my notebook on the table that was opposite where Jimmy was studying - I didn't want to disturb him. I openned the notebook while I was still standing so it would boot up while I distractedly looked at the list of new books. I'm not sure why I do this but I always look at the new book list with some kind of anticipation as if there might be some kind of jewel hidden among the oatmeal books normally found in the new list. I slowly sat down while reading the list and gradually turned to log on to the school's library system. I was working for about 30 minutes when I looked up and noticed Jimmy looking in my direction. He immediately moved his eyes back to his own notebook computer screen and continued his work. I continued the data entry and after a couple of minutes noticed Jimmy looking my way again. The first time it was nothing but the second time I realized this is unusual behavior for Jimmy. Usually the only thing he pays attention to is whatever he is exploring - usually on his computer or some book he signed out of the local college library (none of our books are interesting enough). I decided to see if this second time was just coincidence or not. I pretended to go back to work and, after a brief period, looked up and saw Jimmy looking my way again. This was making me nervous. Why is he looking at me? I did this a couple more times and the same thing happened. I decided I had to find out what was going on. Since the school had this fancy network installed they decided to get Instant Message accounts for all the students - they needn't have bothered, most of the students already had accounts long before the school even knew there was an Instant Message service but the school persevered and made sure all the students had well-known IM names so anyone in the school could reach anyone else in the school. I used my IM account, KWEHS101 ('KW' for Kathy Williams, EHS for Elsworth High School), to contact Jimmy Bishop, JBEHS101. EWEHS101: "Hey Jimmy." I saw Jimmy startle when he looked at his screen. He slowly replied. JBEHS101:"Hello, Miss Williams." EWEHS101: "Jimmy, why do you keep looking at me?" I saw a look of panic come over Jimmy's face. He looked like he was going to run away or cry or both. Finally he replied. JBEHS101: "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be looking at you. Please forgive me." I could almost feel him whimper the last sentence. EWEHS101: "I don't mind you looking at me Jimmy. I just didn't know WHY you were looking at me. WHY were you looking at me?" I could hear Jimmy say "Oh God" as if something really bad had happened and I was getting concerned when he finally replied JBEHS101: "I was looking at your legs. I'm sorry. I feel horrible. I won't do it again." and he closed his computer and ran out of the library. Looking at my legs? I thought about how I was sitting and realized that I was just so distracted working on the books that I had just folded my legs so I was sitting on one of them and the other was casually dangling while my skirt was hiked up my thigh. While Jimmy couldn't see anything but the outside of my legs he sure did see a LOT of leg and I could only imagine what he saw while I was getting into this position! Geez. I'm going to need to be careful about this. I couldn't get this out of my mind though as I worked through the day. Even if Jimmy could see my legs why on earth would he care about looking at 'oatmeal' legs? Weird. That night at home I still kept thinking back at what happened with Jimmy. I decided to get my desk chair and rolled it into the bathroom where I had a full length mirror and sat across the room and got into the position I was in when I caught Jimmy looking. Surely you could see a lot of leg but how could this be interesting to Jimmy? I thought about how I sat down and, after trying to remember what I was doing when I sat down, was finally able to repeat the way I sat down in the library. In my bathroom I pretended to be distracted by the book list and booting my computer while I slowly sat on the chair. With this approach I slowly put one leg in front of the chair, lifted and folded the other leg onto the seat of the chair, sat down, and had to lean to roll the chair under the table. As I went through these steps and looked into the mirror I realized I must have given Jimmy quite a show! GOD! I had my legs fully spread and gave him a great view of my panties and crotch! WOW! No wonder he was distracted! Once I was seated, though, all he could see was my legs. Why did he continue to look? Was he hoping I would get up in reverse and give him another show? Boy am I embarrassed! I needed a drink of water to cool down! I moved the chair back to my living room and got a drink. I thought about what I did and how Jimmy reacted. No wonder he was embarrassed and ran off. I'll have to talk to him when I go back to work on Tuesday to let him know he shouldn't feel bad. It was only natural for him to look. NATURAL! It still didn't make sense. If I was a beauty maybe it would be natural but I'm oatmeal! Why on earth would he want to look at my legs? at my crotch? God! I thought about that - he was looking right at my crotch! Only my cotton panties between his eyes and my... Geez - I need another drink of water. When I finally went to bed that night I was completely wired. I haven't felt this way in years. I thought I had gotten over this crap! I dated a few times in high school - went to my prom etc but never had a real boy friend. I always told myself that I was 'above' that animal gutter crap that the 'bleach blondes' seemed to live for. I was focused on my future, my career, someday I'll meet a nice man, get married, have kids, raise a family. Just like Ozzie and Harriot Nelson. Every once in a while I would have these phases where I would get weird and feel like I needed something and get in a funk, not sleep, dreamt about boys or men - someone who would want me. Eventually I got 'over it' and would get back to my normal oatmeal existence. That night I tossed and turned and when I finally got to sleep I had this dream where I was sitting in a chair in a room opposite Jimmy and he was staring at me with lust in his eyes and I had my knees up in the air with my legs spread wide so Jimmy could look right down to my crotch and see my white panties with my little hairs peeking out from either side. I woke up sweating. My panties were wet. I'm not going to have a good day in class today... When I finally got ready for school I was dead tired. I showered and just put on jeans and a pullover. As I'm walking across campus it seems strange. I feel like shit and must look it because I keep getting these looks from other students. "Kathy! Hey, what's up with you?" I turned and saw Mary, a friend I've known since Freshman year. "What do you mean Mary?" "Well, you seem distracted but the thing that caught my attention and everyone else who knows you is that you don't have a bra on! I've never seen you so, um, perky!" OH GOD! I looked down and sure enough, I must have forgotten to put on a bra and here were my two breasts displayed in their full glory with my nipples fully erect! I guess they're not used to being freely rubbing against the cloth of my pullover. I immediately put my arms across my chest. "Jesus. How the hell did I forget to put on a bra?" I asked myself out loud. "You 'FORGOT' to put on your bra? Kathy, um, like who did you have spend the night anyway? You can tell me. I can keep a secret." Mary said excitedly. "Mary! I didn't have ANYONE spend the night. I just was distracted this morning and forgot it - that's all." I said insulted. "Well ok. It's just that I've never known anyone who's been THAT distracted before. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to insult you. It would be ok with me if you did have someone spend the night. God knows you deserve it." Mary said as an afterthought. "What do you mean Mary? That I 'deserve' it? What do I 'deserve'." I asked impatiently - my tiredness only making things worse. "Um, nothing Kathy. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything." Mary tried to make peace but I wasn't ready for peace. "No, you meant something. Tell me. What do I deserve?" I said with anger rising in my voice. I guess I pushed Mary too far because she finally said "Well, since you ask. I thought it was about time that you finally learned what love was all about but I guess I was wrong." and with that she turned and stomped off. DAMN! I knew it was going to be a bad day! I went to my class trying to discretely cover my chest. When I got home I was so tired - both from not sleeping and from my confrontation with Mary. She had some nerve trying to tell me I needed love. I don't need love! I've got stuff to do and then I'll find love. In the meantime I had to get this pullover off of me so I could give my nipples a rest! I went to the bathroom where I keep my 'lovely' khaki bathrobe. I took off my pullover and reached for the bathrobe which hung on a hanger over the mirror. As I pulled down the bathrobe I saw myself barechested in the mirror. There were my breasts at full attention with the nipples erect. Mary was right - I did look perky! I decided to hold off putting on my bathrobe so I could look a bit longer. I decided to take off my jeans before I put on my bathrobe. I unzipped my jeans and pulled them down. I looked in the mirror and saw my perky breasts and my plain cotten panties. I've seen this view a thousand times but now, for some reason, the view seemed incongruous. Something was out of place. My upper body was a continuum of smooth silky skin with curves that naturally blended into each other and lead downward to my widening hips and then to my baggy undies. You could see the curves of my hips but the rest of the symmetry was lost. Almost as if someone else was guiding me I slowly removed my undies. Now everything seemed right. My waist naturally curved outward to my hips and back inward down along my outer legs while the line from my waist where my legs meet my abdomen and curving gracefully inward toward my crotch just seemed in a perfect harmony with the rest. I never looked at myself this way. I always undressed to do something and then quickly dressed to do something else - I never stopped to look at my body. I stared, almost mesmerized, at this beautiful woman's body in the mirror. I wish I could have a body like that I thought. I wanted to touch it to see what those smooth curves felt like. I reached out and only felt cold glass. I brought my hand back and it seemed that the woman in the mirror did the same. After a moment she touched her breast and a shock ran through me as I felt the touch on my breast. It felt so smooth, so soft and silky. So electrifying as the woman's touch was being carried over to me. I saw her other hand move to her other breast. OOOOOH that feels so good as the woman was gently rubbing and she began to slowly sway back and forth. I only saw her once in a while as her eyes kept closing with the wonderful feeling I was getting from her. As I openned my eyes and looked pointedly at her I saw her smile back at me and, as if a devil was in her eye, she started to move her hand toward her crotch. Oh no, I don't want to watch you do this. But I can't take my eyes away. I have to look as she moves her hand down that subtle line toward her - God - is she really going to touch herself there?! I watch - I can't believe it as she now spreads her legs slightly and her hand is reaching the hair above her crotch. I can't breathe. Her hand isn't touching HER! SHE'S TOUCHING ME and I can't stop it! I don't want to stop it! Oh no, she's moving her hand over my mound and now, and now, OH GOD SHE'S PUTTING HER FINGER IN ME! I CAN'T STAND THE ELECTRICITY! DON'T STOP. YES YES OH MY GOD! Now she's squatting so rudely with her hand all over her pussy! NO NO I CAN'T TAKE IT PLEASE DON'T STOP! Then my world collapsed! I collapsed! I think I screamed. I know I died. I know every muscle in my body was at once fully tight and fully loose and I was no longer in my bathroom squirming on the floor but I was on a comet flying through space with lightening bolts flying all around me! I woke and was all sweaty and cold from the tile floor. At first I didn't know where I was and then I remembered. What have I done? I still had my hand in my crotch. Christ! What's come over me? I quickly stood up and put on my bathrobe without looking at the mirror - I didn't want to see that bad lady. I washed and washed my hands. I went to wash my face and could smell a strange smell on my hand. Is that me? God. I need to shower. I took a long shower and carefully washed my hands again and tried to wash my crotch without trying to be excite myself instead trying to be purely clinical. It didn't completely work as I kept feeling tiny jolts as I washed myself. After I got out of the shower I put on my flannel pajamas (even though it's almost summer) and went to bed. I was confused but fell asleep almost immediately. I dreamt I was sitting in a chair opposite Jimmy with my knees in the air and my legs spread. Jimmy was looking intently at me and I followed his eyes to discover that I didn't have panties on! I woke with a start. I was sweating! Must be these damn flannel pajamas. I got a drink of water to cool down and went back to bed without covers. I was restless the rest of the night but finally got to sleep in the morning and slept until noon. I got up and made coffee and sat on my apartment balcony in my pajamas enjoying the hot coffee going down my throat. I tried not to think about what I did the night before but my mind kept going back to that and to my dream. I was confused. I heard some sounds down below and saw a couple of guys playing catch with a baseball. They were students at my school and were known by the "bleach blondes" as 'hunks'. I was sitting with my feet on the balcony railing and I was looking down at them through my legs. In my mind I shouted "Hey guys, did you know there's only a thin piece of cotten between you and my pussy?" CHRIST! Where did that come from? Even though it was a cool day I felt a heat wave rush over me. Man, something's wrong with me. I hope I'm not getting sick. I've got too much school work to finish - I can't get sick. I went inside and as I walked I felt a wetness between my legs. It can't be my period - that just ended a couple of days ago. I went to the bathroom and pulled down my pajama bottoms. I sat on the edge of the tub and looked between my legs and saw that there was some milky fluid coming from my vagina. I touched it - it was super slick. I accidently brushed above my vagina and felt jolts run through me. Oh no, not again. Please don't do this. I moved my finger back to feel that jolt again - OH HEAVEN as I leaned back and was now out of control. I could not believe that I was doing this disgustingly wonderful thing. I continued until I was, once again, on the bathroom floor panting, out of breath, and hearing echoes of screams from some far away place. What is going on? Two days ago I was my usual oatmeal self. Now I'm some kind of sex pervert. I remembered my dreams. I remembered Jimmy looking at my crotch. I was starting to breath heavily again. Stop it! Think about this. Don't fall into a trap. Don't get emotional. You can understand this if you only keep your scientific mind focused. Ok, let's examine this carefully. Fact 1: I catch Jimmy looking at me. Fact 2: He's embarrassed for some reason and runs away. Fact 3: I re-enact how I was sitting and realized that Jimmy probably saw my undies. No, he saw me slowly spread my legs and show him my crotch and he wanted to see through my panties and see my pussy. Oh God. Stop it! You're getting distracted! Ok, so he saw your panties. Why are you now becoming a sex weirdo? Cause I really LIKE him looking at my crotch! Stop it! He's eighteen and a weirdo. You're twenty and a good, oatmeal kind of person. But he likes me! He likes to look at me! Stop it! He likes to look at your underwear! Yeah - sigh. Stop it! All guys like to look at underwear! They're all perverts. It doesn't mean anything. Don't get weird about it! You're right. Jimmy is just a guy and all guys like to look at underwear. But... But what? But Jimmy isn't like normal guys. He doesn't date. He doesn't go out with girls. He doesn't even TALK to girls! He's not like other guys. Oh yeah? ALL GUYS are the same when it comes to sex! They're all animals. They just want the physical satisfaction! Yeah - sigh. Stop it! Straighten up! You've been good up to now. Why are you falling apart just because some guy was looking at your crotch? I don't know. It's like Jimmy is different. He IS different. If he's interested it isn't just an animal interest - Jimmy only dwells on stuff he's REALLY interested in. So? He's an animal and is REALLY interested in your pussy! So what? But Jimmy is so sweet and polite. I don't think he's capable of anything bad - he just has a natural curiosity. Yeah, the curiosity of a male animal! Oh, shut up and go away. I need to think about this without some MANHATER giving me advice! and with that I purged the manhater from the conversation. I sat up and felt, at once, exhausted and exhilarated. I think I need to think about this. Maybe, this being Saturday, I need a change of pace. I decided to get dressed, go downtown, have a nice lunch at a local bistro and do a little shopping. ====================================================================== Chapter 2 On Sunday I called Mary and asked if we could get together for lunch. We met at our favorite coffee shop. When Mary saw me she hugged me long and hard and said "Kathy I'm really sorry for what I said the other day. I feel really bad about it. I was just being mean." "No, you were right Mary. I do need some loving. I asked for your response because I was so cold and cranky. I need to apologize to you for being a creep to you." and I hugged her back. "Well, let's just say we both went overboard. Forgive me?" "Yes, Mary and will you forgive me?" "Of course, silly, you're my bud!" Mary said with a smile. Then curiosity got the best of her. "So what's going on? Why do you say that you do need to be loved?" "Well, it's a long story that I don't completely understand myself so I won't try to explain it. I'll just tell you the sordid details (well, not all the details!) and maybe you can give me some explanation." Mary leaned forward as was all ears. I tried to tell her what had happened but was too embarrassed to talk about my dreams or me touching myself and finished saying "So I argued with myself yesterday and concluded I've been a manhater too long and have probably driven away any opportunities that might have come along." "Well I can't disagree with that conclusion. You were never mean but you never made any attempt to look good for a guy. I think you're beautiful but nobody knows it because you hide it under a veil of plainness." and then she said "I hope I'm not being too frank. I'm not trying to be mean. I love you and just want to see you happy." "I know Mary. It's hard to hear what you're saying but I can't disagree with it." I sighed. "The thing I don't understand, Kathy, is why now? What is it that triggered your feelings? Also, I don't think you told me everything..." I blushed beet red. "Umm, well, no, I didn't tell you everything. You're going to think I'm awful." I said partly embarrassed, partly ashamed. "What? You've got to tell me! I can't believe that you could possibly do anything bad." After a long pause where I had to look deep into Mary's eyes to see if I could trust her with my dark secret I finally whispered "I touched myself." "Huh? What do you mean?" Mary looked completely let down. "This is really bad. I, um, touched myself and couldn't help getting excited. You don't think I'm a pervert do you?" I said meekly. "Kathy! Where have you been hiding? This is the 21st century - not the 19th century! EVERYBODY TOUCHES THEMSELVES!" Mary said with emphasis. "Ssssh! Quiet! Don't let everybody hear you." I said trying to discretely look around to see if anyone heard. "What do you mean 'everybody touches themselves'?" I whispered. "Just that." Mary said as if she was dealing with a child. "I've been touching myself since I was 14. I can't believe you just discovered this at 20. I'm sorry I shouldn't have said it this way I'm just so surprised that's all. Kathy I don't think you're a pervert - I'm just glad you've finally entered womanhood!" I was floored! What a revelation! Everybody? I always thought guys did that - my manhater convinced me this was more evidence how perverse they were but women too? And admit it! And enjoy it? "Umm, Mary, uh, do you still touch yourself?" I asked timidly. "You bet! and I love it!" Mary beamed. "In fact, most times it's better than guys! No regrets, no ties, no hassles." Careful, my manhater might like this aspect of it. Got to keep her in check. "I 'liked' it too." I said sheepishly. Mary cracked up and leaned over the table and kissed me. "You're too much Kathy!" Mary leaned back, thought a bit and finally said "but I'm still stuck on what triggered all this. You say you caught this high school kid looking up your skirt?" "Yes." I said blushing and my heart jumped a bit. "He's not a kid. He's eighteen and brilliant." "Oh, and is he a hunk?" Mary asked lustily. "NO! He's a normal guy. Well, he is taller than most of the other boys but regular build otherwise. You'd call him a nerd." "Ok, so this young 'man'" she said with emphasis "looks up your skirt, you catch him, you come home and what?" "Well, I had trouble sleeping and had some dreams." "What did you dream?" Embarrassed now I had to gather my courage "Well, I was sitting on a chair opposite Jimmy and I had my knees up and legs spread." "Hmmm, so 'Jimmy' is the guy from high school. Did you have undies on in your dream?" Shocked I said "Of course I did! What do you think I am? At least in the first dream I did anyway..." I added to my regret. "First dream! You mean you had the same dream but in the second you had no undies on?!" Mary said incredulously. "Quiet! Well, yes, Friday night I dreamt that dream." I admitted blushing a deep deep red. "So what did you dream last night? Did you look at him naked?" "NO! Last night I was too exhausted to dream." "Hmmm, sounds to me you were pretty exhausted Thursday and Friday nights. Maybe last night you were finally satisfied and didn't need to dream?" "Your making me blush Mary!" "I'm sorry, Kathy. This is just so amazing hearing this from you. One thing is clear though." "What's that?" I said hoping for some good advice to get me back to normal. "You have awakened a wild exhibitionist within you." Mary said matter of factly. "WHAT! That can't be me. I've always been conservative and reserved." "Exactly and now, through exhibitionism you're finally awakening." I was stunned. Mary continued "Look, I don't think that's bad. It just is. Some people can't share themselves because they can't open up. You're lucky - you get excited openning up to someone." "I don't know. I'm finding it hard to believe this. How can I know for sure?" "Run an experiment. Find a situation you can control and then slowly try different levels of 'exposure'. I think you'll find what you really like." "An experiment? Situation I can control?" I thought about it. "Well, I guess I could try something with Jimmy. It's clear he's not going to attack me - he was so embarrassed at getting caught he was so apologetic I'm afraid he may not want to be in the same room with me anymore. This is pretty scary - I don't know if I can do it." "Scary yes, but is it exciting too?" Mary asked expecting an honest answer. "Well, yes. Yes it is. It is VERY exciting! Scary AND exciting!" I finally admitted realizing that I was getting excited. "Good! Welcome to the human race my love! I'm glad you're finally here." Mary said and reached out and squeezed my sweaty trembling hand. We finished and I agreed I would let her know what happened with my experiment as I headed home to think about how I was going to 'run' this experiment. As I walked down the street I passed a clothing store I never noticed before. It's probably always been there but I always shopped for 'utility' clothes so never thought about going in a place like this. I thought "what the hell." and went in to take a look. I came out much poorer financially but hopefully more enriched in other ways. ====================================================================== Chapter 3 Monday was hell as all I could think about was my experiment on Tuesday when I could go back to the high school. On Tuesday morning I arrived at work much earlier than usual. The main librarian saw me and did a double take and complimented the pretty dress I was wearing. On Sunday I had purchased a nice dress that had a full skirt that came just below the knees and a top that had an elastic bodice that went up to short sleeves that were barely sleeves at all but were mostly wide, ruffly shoulder straps. The back was open to about midway down my back. I didn't have to worry about my bra strap showing since I wasn't wearing one. The dress wouldn't have been classified as a sexy dress, really something out of the play 'Oklahoma!', but it was something totally different for me and made me feel good. I also had new patent leather pumps with a medium high heel rather than the flat heel shoes I normally wore. The other change that I'm sure caught the old librarian's eye was the red lipstick I was wearing. I put my things away and went out into the open area to look for Jimmy. I was dissappointed when I didn't see him. I saw a large stack of books to be returned but decided to wait in case Jimmy did show up and went to other chores. A while later I was working on my computer and noticed a new person showing up in IM. "JBEHS101 is now online" it announced. I looked around and saw Jimmy hold up in a reading cubicle. Hmmm, I thought to myself, I'm going to have to move him out of there to run my experiment. I walked over to Jimmy and said "Hi Jimmy. Did you have a good weekend?" Jimmy jumped when I first spoke and then jumped again when he looked up a saw my dress and makeup. "Oh god." I heard him whimper. "Uh, um, uh, Hi." "Gosh Jimmy is that all you have to say to me? Don't you like my new dress?" With that I twirled around to model all views to him. I turned fast enough so the skirt raised a bit. "Oh god." I heard again. "Uh, um, uh, yes, uh yes, your dress is really pretty." "Jimmy, would you please help organize the books that need to be put away? There are an awful lot of them and you would be a big help if you would." "Uh, um, gosh. Oh geez. Uh Miss Williams are you sure you want me to help you?" Jimmy asked very meekly. "Of course I do Jimmy, why wouldn't I?" "Oh god, you know. Geez, after, um, after what I uh what I did last week?" "What did you do last week that would make me not want you to help me Jimmy?" I asked trying to get him to open up. "Oh man, you know. You know. Geez, when I, you know, I looked up your skirt!" I could see Jimmy wanted to die and escape. Now I was glad that he was sort of trapped in the cubicle (I had his escape path cut off). "Oh that. I'm not mad at you for that. It's only natural for you to look. I can't fault you for something that's natural can I?" "GOSH! You're really not mad at me? Even though I saw, oh man, why can't I keep my mouth shut?" Jimmy said hitting himself in the head. "Jimmy, relax. What did you see that would make me mad? My legs? My panties?" Jimmy was sweating now! "Oh GOD." "It's ok Jimmy. If you saw anything it was because I accidently showed you. You didn't sneak and spy on me did you? You were just innocently looking at me and I'm the one that showed you my legs and underwear so it's my fault if it was a problem. Do you understand?" "Geez, yes, if you explain it that way yes, I guess I do. I really didn't try to sneak or spy on you. Honest!" Jimmy was starting to look relieved. "I know you didn't Jimmy. That's why I'm not mad at you. I know you're a good person, not a sneaky person and I know I can trust you. So if you see me it's only because I show you not because you're sneaky. I can trust you can't I Jimmy?" "Oh yes Miss Williams! I would never do anything to hurt you! You've been so nice to me." "That's good Jimmy. I like how honest you are with me. Did you like what you saw last week?" "What?! You mean when I saw your um your legs and um, oh god, your panties?" Jimmy was panicky again. "Yes Jimmy. Since I surprised you by accidently showing you my underwear I hope I didn't gross you out or anything." "Oh God! Oh no! I really liked what I saw!" Jimmy said enthusiastically and then groaned and hit himself in the head and said "Why can't I keep my mouth shut? Why do I always say what I'm thinking? Man oh man!" "Jimmy, Jimmy, it's ok. Relax." as I rubbed his back. "I just wanted to make sure that you were ok with what you saw. I'm ok with it, I just didn't want to upset you. Are you ok?" "Gee, yes, I can't believe how understanding you are." "Come on Jimmy, let's put those books away." We went over to the stack of books and Jimmy started scanning the stack. He started rearranging the books and had the first stack formed. I picked up the first stack while he started the next stack. I turned around and 'accidently' dropped my stack. I was about to kneel down to pick up the books when Jimmy said "I'll get those." and he kneeled down in front of me to pick up the books. As he was gathering the books I leaned way over to reach a book I had purposefully held under my foot. With me bent over like that the front of my blouse openned up (I had loosened some of the elastic last night after I experimented with this position in the mirror). Jimmy was about to say something when he looked up and had a wonderful view of my breasts hanging down within my sagging dress top. "Oh God!" I looked at Jimmy who's eyes were frozen on my breasts. Then I bent my head and pretended to realize what was happening and as I straightened up I said "Whoops. Sorry, I keep doing this to you Jimmy. Do you forgive me?" "F F Forgive you?! God yes! You are beautiful!" and then Jimmy realized what he had said and was about to hit himself again but I caught his hand and held it softly. "Jimmy, will you stop hitting yourself. You are making me feel bad. You made me feel really really good when you said you thought I was beautiful. Please don't ruin it by being embarrassed." "Gosh, I'm so confused." "Jimmy, did you really mean it when you said you thought I was beautiful?" "Oh yes, Miss Williams. I've never seen anything like that." "Ok, don't move." and I slowly bent forward again. I was feeling giddy knowing that I was showing my naked breasts to Jimmy. "Oh Geez. God you're beautiful! What are you doing Miss Williams? Are you doing this on purpose?" I looked Jimmy in the eyes and said "Jimmy, you make me feel good when you enjoy looking at me and think I'm beautiful. What do you think?" "I am confused but I do know you're beautiful. I also know that this time is no accident. If you really feel good when I look at you then I guess I can understand that too. So even though I'm confused about how this could happen to me I guess I can understand it. I am having trouble breathing but I don't want you to move." he said with full honesty as he looked with growing appreciation of the view. I finally had to straighten up and said "Thank you Jimmy. You made me feel wonderful. I hope that you also feel good about this." "Oh yes, Miss Williams. I can't believe how lucky I am but yes what you did was wonderful." "Ok, let's finish these books." I said thinking I want to go on to the next phase as soon as I can before I get too wet! ==================================================================== Chapter 4 We finished putting away the books and Jimmy actually thanked me! I was thanking him for his help and secretly thanking him for his unabashed viewing of my breasts. Jimmy went back to his cubicle while I plotted the next phase. There was a lot of student traffic today so I didn't feel comfortable that I could safely run my experiment in the open space. I looked around and realized the courtyard was empty (students were only allowed out there during breaks and if escorted by a teacher). I went outside with my computer and sat at one of the tables facing away from the library. The school had a nice open field that lead to woods behind the school and the day was perfect. Why hadn't I come out here to work before? It was a perfect place to run my experiment. I was having trouble breathing but it wasn't due to the weather. I saw Jimmy was still on IM so I sent him a message. EWEHS101: "Jimmy can you come out to the courtyard? Bring your stuff with you. Its a great day to work outside." JBEHS101: "Students aren't supposed to be outside until break time." EWEHS101: "or if they are escorted by a school official - that's me." I probably stretched a rule here but I knew nobody would care and certainly no one who knew Jimmy would think he was cutting class if he was outside so wouldn't bother him anyway. JBEHS101: "ok, I'll be right there." I heard Jimmy come out the library entrance shortly afterward. "Yes Miss Williams? Did you have some more books to put away?" "No Jimmy, I just thought it was such a beautiful day that it was a shame you were cooped up indoors." "Uh, oh, so you don't want me for anything?" "Well, I didn't say that but isn't it a nice day? Don't you love it out here?" "Gee, I guess so. I've never been out here before." "Why not? You seem to know the rules." "Well, um, yeah I guess I know all the rules. It's just that, well, you see. The only time I could come out here is when there were other students out here..." Jimmy left the message hanging but I knew what he meant. "Oh, I guess you like to be alone don't you? Would you like me to leave?" "OH NO Miss Williams!" Jimmy said probably too emphatically. "I mean, I don't mind being out here with you." "You don't 'mind' if I'm here? What to you 'prefer'?" I said trying to get Jimmy to open up more. "Um, well, Geez. I 'prefer' to look at you." Jimmy said and then felt he went too far and was about to kick himself. "I'm glad Jimmy. I like it when you look at me. That may sound weird but you do make me feel better about myself. Is that too weird?" I asked honestly. "No, I don't think so. I can understand that. You make me feel better about myself also so if it's weird then we're both weird!" "Great. How about if you sit over at that table so I can enjoy the view with you in it?" I said pointing toward the next table away from the library. "Ok, but didn't you say you wanted me for something?" Jimmy said as he moved over to the table opposite me. I shifted my position to face him. I had my legs crossed and had my dress pulled modestly over my knee. "Oh yes. I need you to run an experiment." "and I'm the 'subject'?" Jimmy said with some annoyance and started to get up. "Oh No Jimmy! I wouldn't do that without asking you. I respect you too much to do that. No Jimmy, 'I' am the subject." "You? What kind of experiment is this?" Jimmy said sort of surprised. "Well, it's an experiment I need to run to find out more about myself. A friend of mine told me something about myself this weekend and I need to see if she is right. I hope you won't mind helping me." "Well, I guess not. What are you trying to find out? What do you want me to do?" I could see Jimmy's scientific curiosity is starting to take over. "Well this is somewhat embarrassing. Before I tell you about the experiment I want you to know that I won't think bad of you if you don't want to participate and I also need to know that I can trust you to keep my experiment just between the two of us. This is about me and I would prefer to keep my privacy about this - excluding you of course." "Um, I'm flattered that you would be willing to trust me with your privacy and of course I will keep this secret. Furthermore, I can't think of anything you could do to make me think bad of you so I'm willing to participate." "Well before you commit to that let me tell you what I am trying to discover. My friend has a theory that I am a latent exhibitionist." Jimmy's eyes widened and he started to say something but I held up my hand. My heart was beating wildly now and my breaths were very short. "Wait until I finish. What I need is to determine if I really do get excited if I expose myself to someone. This was triggered by the realization that I had done this to you accidently last week and when I thought about it in retrospect I got very excited." "You DID! Oh God! I thought that you would hate me!" Jimmy said in disbelief. "Yes, it surprised me too but I don't know if I can do this or if it will prove anything. I need your help walking me through this. Would you be willing to help me?" "Gosh Miss Williams. I don't know what to say. I think I would feel really strange if I sat here while you, um, exposed yourself and how would we measure the results? Your excitement level I mean?" Jimmy the scientist! "I'm not sure about that. I think if we take things one step at a time then I'll just have to see how I feel after each step." "Well I guess it's ok. What do you want me to do?" "Umm, frankly I thought about just progressively showing you more and more but somehow that doesn't feel right to me. I wonder if that alone proves the theory is wrong?" "Well, it may prove one aspect of the theory is wrong. That you don't want to go around just lifting up your skirt on a whim." "Hmmm, good point. Let me think what other aspects there might be." I thought about how I had gotten excited and my dreams. Jimmy was watching me. Is there anything else? In my dreams Jimmy was talking to me - was he telling me what to do. My heart jumped a bit at that. I said to Jimmy "I think it may have to do with having someone else direct me to do things." "So, you don't want to decide for yourself but you want someone else to tell you what to do?" Jimmy asked getting more and more clincal about this experiment. "Well yes but not exactly that way. That sounds too much like a slave kind of relationship and that doesn't sound right. I think it's more knowing what the other person wants and then satisfying it - still sounds slavish doesn't it?" I said somewhat exasperated. "Not exactly, there is always a fine line in perception of motives but the actual motives run much deeper. For example, that a person likes things about you makes you feel good about those things about yourself. Maybe you've had a low opinion about yourself and someone showing an interest in aspects of you makes you realize you were wrong to think lowly." I sensed that Jimmy was projecting his own perception about me now but what he was saying felt right to me. "You may be on to something. So maybe it's not exhibitionism but rather a desire to give back and reinforce the feeling of appreciation." I said questioningly. 'Dr. James' replied "That could be it. How did you feel when you showed me your breasts earlier?" I blushed and my heart jumped "I felt giddy. I felt I was doing something daring but also giving some pleasure - your reaction only strengthened that feeling." We were both blushing now. I said "so where do we go from here? How do we prove this theory?" Jimmy and I both sat thinking about it. I looked up at Jimmy and I could see him thinking but I could also see him looking at my legs. I softly said "Jimmy, do you like my new dress?" Jimmy startled and said "Oh yes, I think it is very beautiful. You look beautiful in it." This caught my breath. "Do you think it is too long since the skirt I had on last Thursday showed more leg." Jimmy blushed and said "Um, well, I did like the shorter length but I still like this dress better because you look prettier in it." I don't know what answer I was looking for but this sure was the RIGHT one! I knew we were on the right track. How to proceed. Finally I said to Jimmy "Let's switch to our computers in case someone can overhear us." Jimmy openned his notebook and was on before me JBEHS101: "Ok, what to you want to do?" EWEHS101: "No Jimmy, I think the REAL question is what do YOU want?" Jimmy looked surprised at this reply but then realization sunk in. JBEHS101: "You mean, what do I want YOU to do?" I blushed. My heart flew into my throat and I couldn't breathe. EWEHS101: "Yes." Jimmy looked at me. He didn't look at my legs but looked at my eyes. It was like his eyes were a lens that zoomed in to my eyes, maybe even my soul. Then his eyes zoomed out to take me all in. His hands went to his keyboard and I held my breath. JBEHS101: "Please raise your dress slightly so I can see your knees." His eye were now zoomed in at a spot below my table. I slid my hand down to my dress and shifted it to slowly raise it. JBEHS101: "Yes, that's good! Your knees are beautiful. You have such graceful calves." OH GOD, I'm having a hard time breathing now. JBEHS101: "Please recross your legs so I may see your other knee." I knew his eyes were drilling into me and knew he would soak in every detail as I crossed my legs but I could not do anything but comply and with a very slow pace that gave Jimmy an opportunity to, at least, see the inside of my thighs. I was taking shallow breaths. JBEHS101: "VERY NICE! Such a wonderfully slow pace and smooth motion. The motion perfectly matched the smoothness of your legs and thighs. You make me impatient for more." Jimmy had to be the fastest typist in the world! It's like his brain just played this message to my screen. I could feel my bottom getting wet. JBEHS101: "Please uncross your legs and put both legs next to each other." I complied and received JBEHS101: "OH what wonderful symmetry! The curves of your legs as they lead from your feet to those lovely knees make me want to follow that trail with more than my eyes!" OOh Boy! I'm feeling warm now! I have to pull open my top a little bit. The cool air is not enough. JBEHS101: "Please raise your dress some more. I would like to see the curve continuing on to your thigh." I pulled up my dress probably 4 inches. I would have pulled it up more (over my head?) if I didn't get JBEHS101: "That's enough! I don't want to share this heavenly view with anyone else." Oh my God. I don't either but I want to share everything with you. Please make me show you more! I'm glad I don't need to speak - I couldn't at this point. JBEHS101: "Please spread your knees slightly." I responded. JBEHS101: "OH YES! More please." What ever you want. JBEHS101: "I can't stop now. Please forgive me. More please." EWEHS101: "ANYTHING YOU WANT!" I had my knees now several inches apart. I'm sure Jimmy could see my thighs leading up to my panties. JBEHS101: "What magnificent legs you have! I'm no longer able to stop myself. I want to see where these delicious limbs lead. Please open wider." I was out of control. I just spread my legs as wide as I could. I saw Jimmy suck in his breath as he now could see my underwear. But if he expected my old cotton panties he got a big surprise. On Sunday I had gotten some new shear silk panties. They had a modesty panel at the crotch but were completely sheer above and this gave Jimmy a full view of my pubic hair and with the wetness I was feeling I was sure the crotch was soaked and leaving no curves to the imagination. Jimmy was silent for the longest time. I could see him panting. I felt a wave of satisfaction run through me even though I was breathless as well. Finally Jimmy's hand moved back to his keyboard. JBEHS101: "YOU ARE GLORIOUS! OH GOD! I can't believe how you've hidden this perfection for so long! Please don't hide this any more!" JBEHS101: "I can't get enough of this. I need one more thing." Time stopped. No more from Jimmy. I typed EWEHS101: "What 'one more thing'?" JBEHS101: "Please don't hate me." Jimmy looked like he was going to cry, die, or worse. EWEHS101: "Jimmy! What? Anything! Do you know what you are doing to me? I've never felt this way before! I can't go on until I know what else you want!" I was desparate now. I saw Jimmy sag as if he was on a hopeless path to disaster JBEHS101: "Please remove your panties." Any remaining breath was gone now! I saw the message and then looked at Jimmy. He looked like he was waiting for me to hit him or storm off. I moved both hands to the waist band of my panties and, lifting up a bit, pulled them down and slid them off past my shoes. I kept them in one hand (they were soaked!) sat back down, slid forward so I was barely sitting on the seat and spread my legs wide for Jimmy to see EVERYTHING! If anyone was looking at this point it would have been patently clear what was going on but I didn't care. There was only one thing on my mind (if I had a mind at this point). Pleasing Jimmy! I sat there and Jimmy's eyes were alternating between taking all of me in and zooming into my most personal space. I wanted him to enjoy it all. I felt my crotch literally flowing with wetness. Jimmy might have been sending me a million IM messages but I was completely fixated on his eyes. I felt them explore every part of me and I was willing to let this go on forever. BRANG! The period bell rang and we both jumped out of our skins. We both knew this was the lead to break time so I quickly pulled down my dress and hid the window with the IM messages from Jimmy. Jimmy turned and pretended to be busy with his computer. I think both of us were too weak to move at that point. We heard the shouting and then the deluge of students as they poured into the courtyard. "Hey! Look who's here! It's weird Jimmy!" This obnoxious boy came running over and flicked Jimmy's ear. "What's up weirdo? Trying to mix with the REAL people? Forget it! It's hopeless for you!" I saw the boy start to move toward Jimmy's computer and I stood and shouted "Stop! You touch that student's possessions and I'll have you in front of the principal and out the door faster than you can say I'm sorry!" I'm not sure what came over me. I was only 2 years older than this kid and he was a hell of a lot bigger than me but I sure felt a hell of lot bigger at that moment! I guess I must have sounded bigger too because the kid stopped, looked at me, and finally backed down saying "Gosh, can't you take a joke?" and went off to hang with his friends. If he only knew I was standing there with my soaking wet panties balled in my fist he might have had a totally different reaction. Jimmy closed his computer and stood up. I had noticed he was tall but somehow he seemed taller than before and I saw some of the other kids near him back up a bit. I expected Jimmy to sulk off to someplace else but instead he walked over to me and quietly said "Thank you. Not for chasing away that creep. I would have dealt with him. But for being you and sharing yourself." as he turned to leave I felt a tear well up in my eye. I spent the rest of the day panty-less and loved it! ===================================================================== Chapter 5 I called Mary that night and told her what happened. "So you're not an uninhibited wild woman who's going to expose herself to anyone who comes along?" Mary asked, almost as if she was disappointed. "NO, I'm not!" I said with a certain amount of satisfaction "The only problem is that now I'm not sure exactly what I am. Was I just desparate for someone to show an interest that I came unglued with the first man who did?" "Hmmm, I can see the problem. How are you going to find out?" "Well, for now, I'm not sure I want to." I said with a smile. Mary looked confused "What do you mean?" "Well, I know there is one man I like to do this with. Maybe I should see what else I would like to do with this man..." I trailed off seductively. "Umm, don't you think it's weird seeing a guy who's still in high school?" Mary asked concerned I was robbing the cradle. "Well, the way I look at it I am so retarded sexually Jimmy might even be advanced for me." "Interesting perspective. So what are you going to do? Aren't you prevented from dating a student?" "Yeah, maybe it's time to get a new job. Wait a minute! The school year ends in three weeks and Jimmy is a senior. Once he graduates he's no longer a student! Ha Ha!" "Ok, but, as you say, you're new to this. Maybe Jimmy was just enthralled with sex and doesn't want a relationship. You or Jimmy could get hurt if you're not careful." Mary was concerned as she thought about this aspect. "Oh I know, but, for tonight, let me just think about the possibilities ok?" I pleaded. "I'm sorry Kathy! You're right! Let's celebrate your sexual awakening!" We clinked our glasses and toasted "Here's to sexual awakenings! No matter how long they take!" and Mary and I hugged and roared with laughter. On Thursday I went to work with another new dress on with a similar design to the last one. I was happy to see Jimmy there. I was afraid he might have had second thoughts and tried to avoid me. "Good morning Jimmy. How are you?" "I am very well thank you, Miss Williams. You look very nice today. How are you?" "Well after that compliment I am EXCELLENT Jimmy!" we both laughed. I was so relieved to see him this way. In fact, I'm not sure I had ever seen him this confident appearing. "Jimmy, there seems to be something special about you today but I'm not sure I can pin point it. You seem, well, happier. Am I imagining things?" Jimmy blushed and whispered "No, Miss Williams. I am happier. What you did for me the other day was so wonderful I have just been on cloud nine every since." "Oh I am so glad Jimmy. I was concerned that I had gone too far and you wouldn't think good thoughts about me any more. I had a terrific time also. It was unbelieveable how it made me feel." Jimmy smiled. I'm sure he grew six inches since Tuesday! I loved that smile - it wasn't the weird twisted embarrassed smile from before but now was an "I'm comfortable with myself" kind of satisfied smile and it looked really good on Jimmy. Jimmy said to me "I made sure there were lots of books to return today." with a mischievious smile on his face. "You did huh? So does that mean that you're willing to help me put them away?" "Sure, and I may even help you put them on the shelf. I have to warn you though, I tend to drop books a lot and may have to get down on the floor to pick them up." "Hmmm, well that will definitely slow things down a lot!" as I thought about the possibilities. I told Jimmy "I'll be right back and then we can start putting books away." I went to the girl's room and took off my panties. I looked at the panties I wore today - they were barely anything - a thong that, at first grossed me out but then I caved. Now it looks like I won't even need these... I found Jimmy next to a pile of books and he said "I've already sorted these." and I detected a slight smirk on his face. I took the stack he handed me and looked at the first book. Hmmm, way in the back of the stacks - the 'dark' corner we called it. It wasn't dark back there but it was isolated. I was beginning to think I was being set up in a major way. When I got to the aisle I knew I was set up. I saw that the book had to go on the top shelf where I needed to use the library ladder to reach. As I started up the ladder I heard a book fall and Jimmy say "Whoops. I dropped a book." I'll bet I thought and continued up the ladder. I reached the top and felt Jimmy's eyes bore up my legs. I put the book on the shelf and started back down the ladder. When I got to the bottom Jimmy was standing with a big smile on his face. I said to him "Well, one down. Only a thousand more to go." The next book was in the same aisle but this time on the lowest possible shelf. I would have to squat down to put the book back. Jimmy said something and I turned toward him. I saw him open his hand and the book he had fell to the floor. "Whoops. Dropped another book." He squatted down and looked at me. I looked into his eyes and slowly squatted to put my book back on the shelf. As I squatted I lined my knees up to face Jimmy and as I reached bottom I openned my knees about twelve inches. "Oh God." I heard Jimmy whimpering. I was now have some trouble breathing and was feeling hot. I stayed squatting for a few seconds and then stood. Jimmy stood at the same time looking into my eyes as we rose. The next book was back on the top shelf. As I approached the shelf the ladder was in the right position but I started to move it. Jimmy started "But..." I held up my hand and Jimmy watched with curiosity. I shifted the ladder so it was about 3 feet from where it needed to be. I slowly climbed the ladder. Jimmy had been too confused to drop a book but it probably was better this way anyway. When I reached the top of the ladder I started to reach to put the book back. As I leaned over I had to put one leg out in the opposite direction to be a counterweight so I wouldn't fall off. I heard Jimmy say "Ahhh" as realization sunk in and the view openned up. Since he wasn't on the floor he was now as close as he had ever been as I spread my legs over him. I heard him say "Let me hold you so you don't fall and I felt his hand on my stationary leg. His hand was on my calf but I felt a fire rush from his hand to my crotch! OH GOD I love that feeling! I closed my eyes and lingered before I finally put the book on the shelf. As I came down the ladder steps I felt Jimmy help me down with the best feeling as he had his hands on my hips. I could melt with these hot hands of his! I had to lean against the shelves to catch my breath. I had my eyes closed and was startled when I felt Jimmy's lips touch mine. It felt so wonderful that I yielded until realization sunk in. I openned my eyes and pushed Jimmy away. "Jimmy!" I whispered "We can't do this yet! You're still a student and I'm on the school staff. I would get fired, you would get thrown out of school, and there would be a huge scandal." Jimmy was completely taken aback. I could see there was only one thing that was important to him at this point and the rest of it didn't matter. "I know you're disappointed. I am too. I loved your kiss. I wanted to yield totally to you. Do you understand EXACTLY what I'm saying to you?" "Um, yes, I think so but there must be a way." Jimmy said desparately. "Yes, Jimmy, there is. You graduate in three weeks. Then we are no longer restricted. Until then we need to be careful. You have to wait. I have to wait. God, I want this more than you but we have to wait. Can you promise me that you'll wait?" I looked longingly into Jimmy's eyes. Jimmy looked back at me and I could see him exploring every possibility and then he finally shook his head dejectedly. He said "given the probabilities of getting caught even if we're careful I'd say you're right. We'll have to wait. Does this mean that you are willing to wait for me too?" "Yes, Jimmy. I will wait for you. I think maybe we had better cool down this 'experiment' until we are free to try ANY experiment. OK?" "Yes, but, please, can you put one more book away?" I smiled. I smiled at his simple request and I smiled to myself to know that I would show off for him one more time. I nodded and Jimmy handed me a book. I looked and it was for the same spot I just returned a book. Jimmy must have cleared off that whole shelf! I slowly climbed the ladder and as I reached the top I felt Jimmy's hand on my ankle. As I leaned over to put the book on the shelf and moved my free leg outward I felt Jimmy's hand move higher. OH GOD! THE FLAMES THAT MUST BE RISING UP MY LEG! I kept moving my leg outward and his hand rose accordingly. I was now way past where the book had to go but I didn't care! I kept leaning and spreading wanting that hand higher still. Finally I couldn't lean any more and Jimmy's hand was on my upper thigh about an inch from 'heaven'. What to do? I knew, Jimmy knew. I waited thinking, on fire, panting. and finally, I put the book on the shelf and lowered my leg. I could feel Jimmy's hand withdraw. I came down the ladder expecting Jimmy to be dejected but he surprised me. He had the sweetest smile I've ever seen as he said to me. "I'll 'see' you after graduation" and he turned and left the library. The Beginning. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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