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 In the Library

   By Emi Tsuruta

   Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life.  If you'd like to
know more about me and my friends, drop by my home page at:
http://www.asstr.org/~emitsuruta/

   It was almost the end of the school year.  Final exams were just around
the corner.  Every morning, I'd head down to the university library to
study.  The weather was so beautiful out it was a shame to stay inside, but
anyway, I still had a lot of reviewing to do.  In the library, I usually
went up to the third floor, and sat at one of the tables in this open area
just by the elevators.  This library has kind of a cool design, like an
amphitheater with stone stairs leading up to the fourth floor balcony that
runs around the edge.

   One day, I was up there when I noticed this guy sitting at one of the
other tables glancing over this way.  He looked like the bookish type -
glasses, curly hair, freckles and a pencil sticking out of his chest
pocket, but he was tall and fairly good-looking in a shy kind of way.  As
soon as he saw me look over, he turned back to his book, but after I went
back to studying, I caught him peeking over at me again.  At first, I
wondered if there was something wrong with the way I looked.  I got out my
compact to check my make-up in the mirror, but apparently that wasn't it. I
looked behind me to see if there was something else he was staring at, but
there wasn't anything there.  I went back to studying, but soon he was
gazing at me again.

   This went on for a while, but eventually he got up, and went over to
press the button for the elevator.  I was getting a bit thirsty myself, so
I picked up my change purse, and walked just in front of where he was
standing.  When I glanced over my shoulder, I caught him peering down at my
body, checking me out.  I was wearing jeans that day - hip-huggers.  I
tilted my fanny to the side, and this got quite a reaction out of him. 
Wow! It looks like I've found myself a new fan.

   I glanced at him during the elevator ride down, but he looked away,
seemingly nervous about riding in the same elevator with me.  It almost
looked like he was blushing.  I went into the cafeteria to get something to
drink, but he must have gone somewhere else because I didn't see him.  I
was wondering if he might come talk to me, but I guess he was shy.  After I
finished my drink, I went back upstairs, but I didn't see him anymore. 
Maybe he went home.  Eventually, I forgot about him, and went back to
studying.

   A couple of days later, I wrote my first exam.  I was glad to have the
first one over with.  I took a day off, and then came back to the library
to study some more.  After I'd been there for a while, who should get off
the elevator but the same guy from the other day.  I'd almost completely
forgotten about him, but he recognized me.  He looked a little flustered,
and quickly disappeared off into the stacks to get some books I guess.  I
briefly wondered what he was doing here.  Eventually, he came back out,
went upstairs, and it was quiet again.

   Not long after that though, he reappeared, staring right at me as he
came down the stairs.  I looked down, and realized that the top buttons of
my blouse had come undone.  He'd probably been looking down my cleavage as
I leaned forward.  I was wearing a tube top underneath, so it wasn't like
he could see much, but it was a bit embarrassing.  I pulled my top up to
cover my cleavage, and peered up at him, but he quickly looked away,
seeming embarrassed at getting caught.  A moment later, he disappeared back
off into the book stacks.

   I went back to reading again, but before long, he reappeared, and
climbed back up the stairs looking over his shoulder at me obviously trying
to get another peek at my breasts.  I was a bit annoyed, but I did my best
to ignore him, and pretend like I hadn't noticed.  He disappeared again,
but before long, he was back, staring down at me as he came down.  I began
to think that he was doing it on purpose, going up and down the stairs,
just so he could peek down my top.  Eventually, I got tired of him staring,
and pulled the two sides of my blouse together.  Soon enough, he realized
I'd covered up, and gave up.

   Maybe an hour went by, and then I began to feel like someone was
watching me again.  I looked up, and sure enough there he was, standing at
the railing on the floor above me.  He turned away as soon as I looked up,
but it was obvious that he'd been watching me.  How long had he been there?

   I could feel my heart beating away in my chest, pitter-pat pitter-pat.
It's hard to explain why.  He looked mild-mannered, like one of those guys
who studies really hard, but doesn't get out much.  I guess part of me was
wondering if he'd fallen in love with me or something.  I thought about
going up to talk to him, but I didn't really have the nerve to do that.  I
tried to go back to reading my book, but I could feel him up there looking
down at me.

   I couldn't study, so I finally got up, and went to the washroom to think
about what to do.  I was feeling a bit hot, so I splashed some water on my
face.  Some of the droplets fell on my tube top making the color a bit
darker in places.  I tried to dry it with a paper towel, but it was still
kind of noticeable.  I looked over at the door, and once I was sure no one
was coming, I took a hold of my tube top, and pulled it down letting my
bare breasts pop out.  Maybe it was my imagination, but they looked even
bigger than usual.  Am I still growing?

   I dabbed at my nipples with the tip of my fingers, shuddering a bit at
the feeling.  I peered over nervously at the door, as I gently massaged my
breasts.  Despite myself, I was getting all excited.  I examined my breasts
in the mirror wondering why this guy seemed so fascinated by them.  Were
they really that great?

   Wanting to test it somehow, I took off my blouse, and pulled the tube
top off over my head.  I tried to remember who else was outside besides my
admirer.  They'd certainly be pretty shocked if I walked out there topless.
I pulled my blouse back on, but I left it unbuttoned.  Stuffing my tube top
into my purse, I pulled the two sides of the blouse together, and
cautiously opened the door.  There were two Chinese girls sitting at a
table not far from mine, but I couldn't see anyone else.

   Clutching my purse against my chest, I walked back to my table, and sat
down, this time with my back to the two girls and my not-so-secret admirer.
I picked up my book again, but I was so excited.  I kept thinking about how
I had no bra on under my blouse.  I just sat there frozen for a long time
until finally I saw my admirer coming around the rail to face me.

   I took out a notebook, and leaned forward to write, not about my
studies, but about this guy and me.  This got me even more excited.  As I
leaned forward, my blouse fell open, and I thought I heard a gasp as he
realized I'd taken off my tube top.  I shook my pen, and my breasts jiggled
back and forth now more or less in plain view.  I was a bit worried that
the Chinese girls behind me might notice, but I was too excited to stop.

   We stayed there for a long time, him staring down at my bare breasts,
and me nervously writing this all down.  Eventually, I couldn't take the
tension any more.  I pulled my blouse together, and did up the buttons.

   By the time I looked up, my admirer had disappeared again.  I felt a bit
frustrated by all this, but anyway, I didn't think either of us would have
the nerve to talk to each other especially now that I'd flashed him my
breasts.  I gathered up my books, and went to the cafeteria to calm down. I
could feel my nipples brushing against the inside of the blouse, but
anyway, you couldn't see my breasts anymore.

   I felt a bit embarrassed about what I had done, so for the next little
while, I steered clear of the library.  I didn't want to risk running into
that guy again.  I hope I didn't give him the wrong impression.  Lord knows
what he must think.  For the next little while, I studied at home, until
the day I had to go write another exam.  This one was even harder than the
first, but I did my best.

   A few days later, I finished my second last exam.  I felt so relieved.
My last exam was going to be the easiest of all because it was on Japan.  I
still wanted to study a bit for it, but at least I didn't have to study
that hard this time.  The weather was getting even warmer still, so I dug
out this white backless sun dress I'd been saving for summer.  It was light
cotton with a flared miniskirt that kind of floated in the wind, but at the
back, there were just these two straps that run down the sides with a bow
at the waist.  You can see my whole back.  It's not that indecent, but
anyway, I thought it would be interesting to see what kind of looks I got.
I didn't want to be too obvious though, so I wore a cardigan on top of my
dress on the bus, but I took off the cardigan once I got to the library.  I
was kind of disappointed though 'cause there wasn't much of anyone around.

   I wanted to show off my dress though, so at lunch time, I went over to
Satomi's dorm, and stood out in the middle of the quad gabbing with her for
a while.  The wind made the skirt billow up, exposing my panty-clad behind.
I could kind of keep it under control by putting my hands in the pockets. A
couple of guys who walked by peered over at me curiously.  This big
handsome guy walked by, waving at Satomi as he passed.

   "Who's that?" I asked.

   "Anton.  He's a med student who lives on my floor." Satomi noticed me
watching him walk away.  "He's already got a girlfriend."

   "Humph," I sniffed, disappointed.  Well, anyway, I still had Ryosuke.

   After lunch, I went back to the library, and studied a bit more.  Maybe
halfway through the afternoon, the elevator door opened, and surprise
surprise, there was my secret admirer.  He looked different though, in
shorts and a t-shirt, dressed for summer.  I guess his exams must be over,
but perhaps he was looking for me.  He glanced over in my direction, but
quickly looked away, pretending he was here for something else.  He
eventually went, and got some books, and then sat down across from me.  It
was really funny because he was trying so hard to pretend like he was
reading.

   We sat there like that for the longest time, stealing glances at each
other now and then.  I had wondered at first if he might try to start up a
conversation - we were the only ones there - but he couldn't seem to get up
the nerve.  I felt so weird.  I couldn't study at all.  I finally got up,
and went to the washroom.

   I honestly didn't know what to do.  School was ending soon, so this
would probably be the last time I would see him.  He might be back in
September, but we both would probably have forgotten about each other by
then.  Still I didn't have the nerve to talk to him either.  It would seem
too forward, and in any case, I already had a boyfriend.  Maybe I could
tease him a bit more, and see what he does.  I couldn't very well take off
my dress.  I lifted up my skirt to peek at my panties.  Hmm.  I wonder.

   Quickly before I could change my mind, I slid my panties off, and
stuffed them away in my bag.  I knew I was taking a terrible chance,
especially with the way the skirt billowed out, but at the time, I thought
I could get away with it.  Sometimes I get so caught up that I get carried
away.

   I lifted up my skirt to take a peek at my pussy in the mirror.  The hair
was growing back in, a bit wild since my last waxing, but I think it looked
presentable enough.  I ran my fingers along my slit getting a bit excited.
Deciding to chance it, I pushed my skirt back down as far as it would go,
and walked over to the door.  The feeling of the air on my privates was
getting me all excited.

   Gathering my nerve, I pushed the door open, and went out.  I walked over
to my chair, but I was too nervous to sit right across from him again.  I
was worried he would notice.  I walked around behind him, and hurried up
the stairs trying to get away.  To my surprise, he got up, and followed me.
I bit my lip in embarrassment, worried that he'd see up my skirt.  There
was no way I could hide my bare bottom, not from this angle anyway.  He
peered up at me curiously, but didn't seem as shocked as I expected.  Had
he guess I might do something like this?

   I hurried over to the copy machine pretending like I was going to copy
something.  I glanced back at him, but he was hesitating perhaps a bit
shocked that I was naked.  I turned back to the copier, getting out my copy
card, and putting it into the slot.  I leaned forward giving him another
peek at my bare bottom, but I soon noticed there was someone else on this
floor.  It was a young woman around our age, a librarian I guess,
reshelving the books.  She was looking this way, so I quickly straightened
back up, but then she started to come over.

   "Emi, is that you?"

   I froze worried she'd seen my bare behind.

   "It's me, Becky.  Don't you remember?  From the research methods
seminar."

   Oh shoot!  It was one of my classmates, from the same department even. I
knew she looked familiar.

   "Oh, Becky.  I didn't know you worked here," I replied all flustered
now. I hadn't expected to run into someone I knew.

   "Just for the summer.  Hey, listen, I was just going to take my break.
Do you want to go downstairs, and grab a coffee?"

   Becky and I weren't friends exactly, but I knew her from our classes
together, and we'd gone out a few times as part of a group.  She'd lived in
Japan for a year on some kind of exchange, but she clearly had mixed
feelings about the experience.  She was very brassy and direct, kind of the
opposite of people in Japan.  She also had a reputation for being a bit of
a bad girl, chasing after married men for instance.

   "Oh I don't want to bother you at work..." I averred, trying to get out
of it.  I glanced around, but I couldn't see my 'fan' anymore.

   "Oh it's no bother.  Frankly, I'm bored silly.  Now that exams are
almost over, it's been pretty quiet here." Becky was a lot friendlier than
I remember, but I shouldn't walk around like this with no panties. 
Unfortunately, I couldn't come up with a decent excuse to get out of it.

   "Um, OK, I guess." I gathered up my notebooks, and headed over to the
elevator, still looking around for where my fan had got to.  I finally
noticed him hanging by the edge of the stacks watching Becky and me.  I
smoothed my dress down, but that just set Becky off.

   "That's a beautiful dress," she said.  "Where did you get it?"

   "This?  I think I bought it here, or maybe online," I told her, not at
all comfortable talking about my outfit.  The hem was floating so high I
was amazed she hadn't 'made' me yet.

   The elevator came, and we rode down to the first floor, getting away
from my fan at least.  From there, we had to take an escalator up to get to
the cafeteria.  I let Becky go first, but half way up a guy got on behind
me.  Soon his eyes settled on my delicate derriere.  I wasn't sure how much
he could see, but the staring was getting me all nervous.

   Luckily, there weren't any students in the cafeteria kitchen, but there
were a couple of Filipina women serving.  I was a bit hungry, so I walked
over to the hot meal counter, and looked at what they had.  Becky was
behind me, looking at my dress more carefully now.  I smoothed it down, but
I think she'd 'made' me after all.

   We bought our food, and came out to the seating area.  I winced as I set
my bare bottom down on the cold bench.  Becky finally leaned forward to
whisper.

   "Um, Emi..."

   "Yes."

   "Are you...  uh...  Do you have on any...  um?" She couldn't quite bring
herself to say 'panties.' I blinked innocently.  "Isn't that dress a bit
revealing?" she asked, changing tack.

   "The open back, do you mean?  That's just the style I think," I told her
calmly.

   "No, no.  I meant your...  uh..." She seemed to want me to say, but I
wasn't about to incriminate myself.  She finally leaned over, and
whispered.

   "I don't see any panties," as if that would be news to me!  I slid my
hand into my skirt, and made this big look of shock on my face.

   "Oh my!  I went swimming earlier, and I guess I must have forgotten to
put them back on," I whispered, still feigning innocence.  Becky gave me
such a look.  I could tell she was upset.  I don't think she was
scandalized exactly, but rather thought I wasn't 'fighting fair.' To Becky,
I was competition in her quest for a guy.  Of course, I wasn't 'fighting'
at all.  Maybe I'd been teasing that guy, but it wasn't like I was planning
on dating him or anything.  I was just doing my own thing.

   "Wha- wha- what do you think you are doing?" she demanded, no longer so
friendly.

   "I told you.  I forgot them," I insisted.  I was so worried she might
create a scene, but after sputtering for a moment, she shifted back to a
softer voice.

   "You really should put something on before anyone else sees you."

   "Anyone else?  Someone saw me?" I exclaimed, still playing naive.  I
turned to check behind me, and some of the guys were looking over this way.
I honestly hadn't even realized they were there.  "Oh dear!  Is there a
washroom somewhere?"

   "There's one down a floor or up a floor."

   I was trying to act embarrassed, but actually, I didn't feel like
getting dressed just yet.  The guys behind us were kind of cute.  To
placate Becky though, I got up, and set one knee on the bench, sifting
through my bag for a library map.  As I did so, I leant forward slightly,
giving these guys a better look at my derriere.  I spread the map out on
the table, nodding for Becky to point out where the washrooms were.  The
guys started sniggering, amazed at my audacity.

   "Careful!" Becky warned.  I straightened back up, glancing back at the
guys.  I didn't feel embarrassed though, so much as excited.  I have to get
out of here though before I get myself in trouble.  I gathered up my
things, and nipped outside, rushing onto the escalator up.  Some
upperclassmen got on behind me, but they didn't notice my backside, and
soon I'd made it to the safety of the washroom.

   I finally pulled my panties back on, and fluffed down my skirt,
wondering why I'd taken them off in the first place.  What got into me? 
I've got to reign myself in, before I get in trouble.

   I went back out, and apologized to Becky.  She definitely thought I was
a strange one, but she was actually a lot more understanding than you'd
expect.

   Soon Becky had to go, so I walked her back to the elevator.  The boys in
the cafeteria were still peering over this way, but they didn't bother us.

   Soon, summer came, and I didn't see my admirer around campus anymore.  I
sometimes wonder what happened to him.

   Emi Tsuruta
http://www.asstr.org/~emitsuruta/