Message-ID: <46923asstr$1077862205@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: by_jane@literotica.org (jane) X-Original-Message-ID: <80045de.0402261621.3e803b0c@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 27 Feb 2004 00:21:42 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 26 Feb 2004 16:21:42 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Glimpses 20/94 by jane Lines: 204 Date: Fri, 27 Feb 2004 01:10:05 -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: hecate, hoisingr Author: jane Title: Glimpses 20/94 Summary: Mai's late shift at her library is more interesting than usual. Keywords: none Length: 1390 words Copyright: c. 2004 *9 January 1997, Thursday part three* _she seemed so real ... so troubled ... fragile ... i cooed to her, gentle, rounded words that almost rhymed, almost murmured as they rattled from my keys ... i picked her blouse and shorts up off the floor ... and folded them and laid them like theyd just been laundered on her bed ... i kissed her ... i rolled my tongue along her neck and ear forever ... and whispered how her girlfriends tongue would touch her soft, sweet lips ... and mumbled so she had to guess what i had written ... and moaned the words together just like snowflakes blown across her lawn ... stopped writing altogether as i nibbled on her lip ... it was midnight when we typed goodbyes ... she said shed made a towel all wet ... she said shed had a strong one ... shed screamed in capitals 'rebecca' when she finally lost control ... i volunteered my addy ... she typed me hers ... i never thought wed use them ... just a favour to a troubled teen ... a chance to glimpse her mind ... to touch her lightly on the shoulder like a mom ... to help her sleep ... perchance to dream of other lovers ... another drama on a different stage took place that night while marsha slept ... id had a part in that one, too, a small one ... id kept in contact with christina all that fall and early winter ... shared the secret that shed harboured ... her trysts with mai ... id mostly listened ... she didnt need advice or comfort, really ... just a place and time to talk ... to knit and purl her story into garments ... to try out styles shed never worn before in public ... chicago ..._ *§* Midnight. The clock reported every even-numbered minute, jerking forward with a snap that shocked the reading room. It woke up nodding students. It irked the inlaid gargoyles bordering the ceiling. It broke the rule of silence. Mai frowned at it; decorum was her job. At 12:02 it barked again. Her heels replied in whispers as she tiptoed through the stacks that filled the centre of the room. _One half hour until we close. Too long. I cannot bear another order blank or book review. Douglas, sleeping now. Tina, also. Monday we will meet. My shift is late again; our morning will be free. Her hair as fair as winter sunlight. Her laughter ... Too hard to think of her. Too hard to ponder riddles while at work._ Mai counted twenty scholars scattered through the rows of vacant tables. _Imprisoned. Why? Willing refugees from all the pleasures of their dorm?_ Grim, they hunched in silence over texts and pens. The clock advanced another notch. Mai focussed past her restlessness. She melted into Now. _What?_ Her eye caught movement to her left. A couple sat alone, across from one another. A muffled giggle. From where she stood, Mai faced the woman, saw the boyfriend from behind. Long blonde lustre framed the co-ed's wanton smile. The work in front of them forgotten, they shared some secret just for two. The gargoyles coughed a warning. Her duty was to intervene. Instead, Mai backed between two rows of books to watch in secrecy. The girl slumped deeper in the heavy wooden chair. _He moves. Below the table, with his hand. Touches knee-high stockings. Disappears beneath a hem of pleated tartan. The hand moves like a mole across a fabric lawn. Oh! Not yet. Just watch them. The woman's leg is lifted, carried to the seat between his thighs. He leans to give the hand more reach._ Mai smoothed, unconsciously, the rayon dress across her stomach. _Remember every detail. Tina, too, will love it._ Once more the clock mocked silence. Beneath the skirt, an awkward struggle. The woman lifted slightly off her chair, spilled gusts of gold across her shoulder. A flash of white was ushered down her legs. Mai squirmed. He tossed the panties on the table, then craned his head to see if others saw. The woman blushed and hid the prize inside a notebook. Mai quivered deep inside. The hand returned. Without a pause or tease or care about the way the skirt rode up along her thigh, the hand returned to search for more. The co-ed spread her legs a little wider, let hunger twist her face. Mai watched the young man strain the limits of his arm. Mai watched her breasts compress against the table's edge. She heard her moan. She slid further down the chair toward the hand, held to the table with her chin. She moved her hips completely off the seat to press her pubis onto him. She closed her eyes. And slipped! Lost equilibrium. Just past her point of balance, she tottered. Teetered. Hung in limbo, cheek to jowl with gravity. Then, she caught herself; the chair scraped tile. Heads turned. The couple froze. The clock lurched forward. Easing back onto the chair, they breathed. All three of them together. The couple waited, hid behind a textbook screen and laid a whispered plan. They stood. They leaned against each other, hand in hand and walked into the stacks. Mai marked their hiding place, then reached and loosed the straps that held her heels. She crept in hose along the icy floor to the adjacent aisle. She stalked them. The shelves were nearly full, a curtain. Mai squatted, squinted at her prey just inches from the dusty row of books. _Please. She kneels also. If she turns her head, we will be eye to eye. She will not._ She was pinioned, stabbed as on a spindle, a memo, captured by a penis thrusting from his jeans. The co-ed teased it with her lips, kissed its ruby head. She grasped its shaft and squeezed it while she licked along its length. _Shhh. No noise. None must hear you groan._ The girl pushed forward, open mouthed. The penis disappeared. Mai watched the throat contract with sucking, lips clamber up the shaft, press tight around the head. Watched it all repeated. Watched until his cum began to spurt first in her mouth and then onto her cheek and hair. The metal shelves cracked loudly and echoed in the room! "Shit!" His curse was louder still. _Do not breathe. Do not move. Listen for the others. His clumsiness betrays us._ The couple tucked the wilted penis out of sight. Their arms enfolded; her mouth devoured his. Her hands pulled up the skirt. She led his fingers to her hip. _Hungry. Careless. Must be quiet._ Chairs scraped tile behind them. Texts slapped against a briefcase. _They will walk right past us. Heads will turn. Trouble. They do not know or care._ Mai stood and stepped around the stacks to face them. The co-ed whirled in panic. Mai raised a finger to her lips. She whispered, warmly, "Others come. They must not see." Mai smiled and blushed. "Please, pardon my intrusion." The co-ed whispered back, "Are we in trouble?" "Not yet." "We're desperate." "I know. They will go now. Pretend you are looking for a book. Wait here. Give me five minutes." The woman mouthed a thank you, then kissed her date and straightened clothing. "I will come back." The scholars didn't hesitate on exiting, didn't pose a parting query, returned reserves, a book checked out, an orange peel for the garbage. The pages and the clerks had left an hour before. Mai locked the door and walked back to her lovers. "We can not be caught here after one. Alarms will sound at any movement." "Thank you so much," the co-ed gushed. "We want to repay you." "It is not necessary ..." The woman cut her off. "We talked it over. You could watch again." "I ..." "It's okay. We didn't mind; we liked it. For you this time." Mai stood absorbing their emotions, watching as the boyfriend hiked the skirt above her waist and with his fingers stroked her openly. Mai caught reflections of their passion; she writhed in mirrored ecstasy. Her knees grew weak. She chewed her knuckles at their climax, then dropped her eyes with modesty as they embraced and fixed their clothing. They thanked her as they left; she thanked them back. The clock jumped yet again. Her shift was finally over. This story cannot be reposted or published without the author's permission. 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