Date: Sat, 30 Jul 2016 23:42:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: petty little <petty.little@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lainey Likes Books

Adult Youth, Beginnings, Masturbation, F/G, con

This story is the property of the author. Do not publish or distribute this
story without permission from the author. Story copyright 2016 Robin Khinke


Lainey likes books. She loves them, actually. She loves everything about
them.  Their look, their feel, their heft in her small hands. She loves the
soft worn canvas cover of the eighty-year old hardbacks in her
grandmother's collection.  She loves the delicately decaying paper dust
jackets of the novels from the sixties that gather dust on her mother's
shelves. And she loves, just adores, that particularly musty odor of paper
and ink and stale air of times gone by in the stacks at the University
library. Many an hour has been spent wandering through them, aimlessly,
adrift in in the oppressive silence and pungent rank that only exists in
academic archives. She felt lucky to not only grow up in a college town,
but to be the daughter of two professors, and so to have access to these
catacombs of antiquity, and their quiet, potent voices from the past.

One of her earliest memories, maybe when she was four or five, is of
wandering off from her father in the stacks, her tiny fingertips tracing
the spine of each and every book she passed as she trotted down the aisles,
mesmerized by their towering height and their endless corridors. When she
was ten she would sit for hours alone with a book, off in some corner of
these literary cathedrals, delving into unseen worlds. And when she grew a
little older, when she started to come of age and her young body began to
catch up with her mind, she discovered the incredibly moving power of a
well-turned physical phrase. Nin, Lawrence, James, even Jong and Robbins,
began to stimulate not only her thoughts but also her body. And the printed
word, already a potent psychological conveyance to unseen treasures, became
a corporeal pathway to pleasure as well.

She's not exactly a comely lass, as the books would say. Lainey, who got
that name at the age of four from her little sister who couldn't manage the
'E' that came before it, much to her parents' delight, was never a stand
out of any kind, either by looks or by nature. She was a quiet girl, well
behaved but keenly attentive, and always, always looking for ways to
disappear or escape into her own imagination, to both hide from and rise
above the ordinary. These escapes, as innocently as they started out, took
her wherever the words would lead her.  But once they transcended from the
intellectual to the erotic as well, they began to lead her body as well as
her mind, and her hands found a new way to occupy themselves between
turning pages. She gradually came to realize it was easier to read in
skirts, and so even being as plain and bookish as she was, she always
dressed with a little flair.

By this time she was a regular at the graduate library, and the girls at
the desk - they were almost always girls - would simply wave her in with a
subdued but cheery hello. Over time of course these undergraduates would
come and go, but the primary staff remained mostly intact over time, and
there was one in particular, Angelina, who had been working there since her
graduate years from the time Lainey was little. She'd watched her grow up
and always kept an eye on her both in a sort of protective way, but also as
a fellow bibliophile, and she often gave her advice on books or topics she
might be interested in. It was, in fact she who had surreptitiously pointed
her towards the more mature content, because in Lainey she saw herself as a
younger girl, one who would have enjoyed more mentoring than she'd gotten,
particularly as she herself started coming of age. So when she started
showing up in skirts around the same time, Angie had a good idea
why. Introverted girls like her weren't really interested in drawing
attention to themselves, after all. She wasn't dressing for the boys, she
was dressing for herself.

Sure enough, Angie was moving through stacks one afternoon when she heard
the slightest little whimper coming from only and aisle or two away. She
stood stock still for a moment, hoping to here the noise again, listening
intently for the rustle of clothing or perhaps the deeper grunt of male,
because it wasn't entirely uncommon to catch young coed couples having an
adventurous quickie. But she heard nothing for nearly another full minute,
when she heard the same soft whimper again, just over to her left
somewhere. She dropped down a bit and peered between the shelves, and
padded silently over a few feet; no one knows how to move soundlessly more
than a librarian. And there she was, leaning against the books three aisles
down, facing the opposite direction. Angie could barely make out the
repetitive motion of her elbow, but knew instantly who's it was. She
listened for another few minutes, willing her to make another sound, but
the girl was good, and perhaps well practiced, because the only other noise
she heard was the sudden rush of a foot sliding across the floor, followed
by a stifled gulp, almost a choking sound. In her mind she visualized the
young girl's leg flexing forward and the full body shudder of orgasm, and
she very much wished she could see more, but knew this time she'd missed
the show.

It didn't however, mean she couldn't still go see her, and she waited a few
moments for the girl to compose herself before she took a stroll over to
where she was. She came around the corner as if she'd had no idea anyone
was there and pulled up short in feigned surprise, smiling brightly at the
still seated teen who quickly pulled her knees up and pushed a book behind
her on the floor.  Angie knew the book, and knew it well. Anais Nin's
Little Birds. It was an ancient hardbound copy nearly iconic, well worn and
well-thumbed by countless freshmen girls for years on end. She put her
finger to her lips indicating 'Shhh,' and gave her a wink, a deliberately
vague gesture that may or may not have meant she'd heard her, or seen the
book. Then she came over and squatted down to one knee next to her for an
innocent conversation.

"What are you reading back here all by yourself?" she whispered, barely
audible.  She tried to lean in, wanting to catch a lingering whiff of her
scent, or maybe find an excuse to touch her pleasuring hand. A subtle aroma
of sex passed her nose, and she quietly inhaled as deeply as she could
without being obvious.

Lainey blushed but tried to act indifferent. "Nothing really," she
whispered back.  "Just sitting here enjoying the quiet, trying to decide
where to go next." She found her gaze being held by Angie's, and was
somehow unable to look away, partially to not betray her guilt, but also in
noticing for the first time how nice her eyes were, friendly hazel pools
that smiled around the edges. Angie noticed this and leaned in even further
under pretense of being even more quiet, but also to inhale more of her
piquant bouquet.

"Ok," she purred, her eyes just inches from hers, "but try not to have too
much fun!" She was struck with the urge to give her a kiss, but resisted,
and instead placed her hand upon the girl's knee as a way to boost herself
back up to standing, giving her a soft squeeze before letting go and
padding off without another word. Only as she turned the corner did she
realize how wet she'd become.

Lainey sat there, frozen, watching the older woman walk away, wondering
whether or not she'd been discovered. Angie's comments seemed rather
telling, but then she never really came out and said anything directly
about it. So as her heart pounded from fright, she watched Angie leave,
regarding her form without even realizing it. Part of her felt she'd just
had a bonding moment, but she wasn't sure how exactly. And another part of
her was checking her out. She's so much like me, she thought. Plain but
cute, confident yet unassuming, and smart. Very smart. She'd been helping
her out for years, and each time seemed to find just the right fit for what
she was interested in. But now, now maybe she'd discovered her biggest
secret, that she'd been masturbating in the library these past few months,
almost every time she came in. Unconsciously her hand had returned between
her legs, and she found herself once again rubbing herself through her
panties. Only this time she wasn't thinking about a passage she was
reading.  This time, she was thinking about Angie. And this time, she
didn't stay silent.

Angie was just about to leave the stacks when she heard it. The
unmistakable sound of Lainey cumming. She'd heard it once already, and this
time it was louder, so there could be no doubt, however short the outburst
was. She stopped and thought for a moment, driven by two basic feminine
instincts. The first was to help this girl from getting into trouble, to
protect herself from herself so to speak, so that some oaf wouldn't come
along and find her with her skirt all bunched up and do who knows what to
her, or just as bad, to say who knows what to whom.  But her second
inclination was almost at odds with the first. The second was to rush to
the girl and join her, to seduce her. Her loins had been on fire and
melting just from being next to her. But now, hearing her cum again,
hearing it echo though the corridors, now she was weak-willed and aroused,
and the sexual side of her brain was telling her to take action, and in
that moment she became the second person in the room to discover her own
hand on her crotch.

She thought for a minute or two, sort of half pacing in and out of the
doorway, unwilling to leave but unable to convince herself to stay. Her
mind was running through scenarios of how to handle it correctly, how to
let her know she'd been caught without the irreparable damage of
humiliation, how to coax her out of the bookshelves without being obvious,
and where to take her, and for what purpose, after that. An idea finally
occurred to her, and she checked her watch before walking back down the
corridor to where she'd left her, although this time not quite as
soundless. When she rounded the corner Lainey was hurrying to her feet,
leaving the worn book on the floor, with a telltale look of guilt and
apprehension on her scared little face. Angie's heart sank knowing what
must be going through her mind and how miserable she might be feeling, so
she did her best to assuage her fears.

"Shhh! sh, sh, sh,sh," she reassured, "It's ok, sweetheart. It's
ok. Promise." She could see the girl go ashen as her attempted words of
comfort only verified her wrongdoing, and saw her lip begin to quiver. She
put her hands on the girl's arms and did her best to put her at
ease. "You're not in trouble. Not at all," she said.  "It's just..., this
isn't maybe the best place for this sort of thing." The girl looked up
wide-eyed and uncertain, but calming slightly. "Come with me," she said
talking her by the hand and turning to go before stopping short. "Oh, we
mustn't forget Miss Nin on the floor here." She reached down and grabbed
the book, and gave the little hand in hers a gentle squeeze. "I wouldn't
leave her if the building were on fire."

She led her back to the main corridor, then proceeded to wind and wend her
way back into a vast labyrinth of official rooms and storage vaults, using
her key card to move through the various restricted areas. She finally came
to a tiny little office in the back of a larger room that had obviously not
been visited in some time.  Inside it were a desk, two desk chairs, and a
quaint little couch. Angie clicked off the light in the main room and shut
the door to the office, then sat in the chair next to the desk. Lainey just
stood still near the door.

"You can stand there if you like," Angie said to her, putting the book down
on the desk, "but I'd take the couch if I were you. Much more comfy." She
stood still a moment longer, then slowly sat down in the middle of the sofa
looking terribly sheepish and out of place. Angie's heart again melted, but
she thought she knew a way to break the ice.

"It's fun, isn't it?"

"What?"

"Masturbating in the stacks." Lainey's eyes dropped, even as she processed
what Angie was saying. "I used to do it all the time in high school. Just
like you. I was a wallflower with a big imagination and an unslakable
thirst, and I'd sneak off where no one could find me and get my own special
relief." The girl was looking up at her now, not as afraid, but still
unsure. "When I was in college here I used to come down here a lot, no pun
intended. Not here in this room exactly, but back in the stacks there, just
where you were. I may even have had this very book in my hands at the
time. Well, one of them anyway." She eased back in her chair a little and
spread her legs just slightly, her hand moving to the crux of her thigh,
caressing ever so slowly. "I know lots of girls who've done it, and
actually lots of them whom I've done it with." She was pressing her hand
against her mound in earnest now, gauging the young girl's reaction. She
was staring, breathing shallow, and her body had become taught and
attentive, even as her hips twisted slightly atop closed thighs.

"Books can be such an incredible turn on," she said, unbuttoning her pants
and opening the short zipper, slipping her fingers down beneath the blue
lace panties peeking through. "It only makes sense to me that you'd want to
touch yourself with the right book, or among thousands of them for that
matter." She sighed and slid her hips further down her seat, easing a
finger into her slit as she massaged her clit with her cupped palm. "So you
see, Lainey, it's absolutely right and natural for you to be doing what
you've been doing, but at your age, you have to be a little careful where
you do it, and definitely conscious of who might catch you."

Lainey couldn't really believe what was happening, but she was completely
turned on by it. Watching this older woman, her friend maybe, masturbating
in front of her as casually as if she was eating her lunch, telling her
everything was going to be alright. She'd been wet all day long, and super
aroused at nearly getting caught earlier, but this, this was a whole new
world altogether, and a whole new level of sexual exhilaration. She was
just waiting for her invitation to join in.

"I have to tell you, I masturbate every single day," Angie
continued. "Sometimes multiple times. Sometimes even here at work. Not
often, but I will if the mood hits me. And I'll tell you another
secret. I've spied on the kids making out down here, either when they're
alone or in couples. I find it so much fun to watch when they're completely
unaware of an audience." She took a few moments to stoke herself in
silence, before adding, "But of course, it's nice to put on a show now and
again, too."

She sat up on the edge of her chair and hooked her thumbs into her pants,
drawing them down her legs and kicking off her shoes, then sat back in her
lacy panties and continued to rub herself in long slow circles. Lainey
could see the neatly trimmed bush beneath her fingers through the fabric,
and Angie reached down and pulled her panties to the side for a better
view. Her fingers moved a little faster, rubbing back and forth across her
clit and occasionally slipping inside two at a time. She knew her young
friend was enjoying the show, and was surely dying to join in, but she
wanted to cum for her first. She wanted to be watched.

"Reading like watching, isn't it. You're looking in on someone's world,
watching all the things they do, however banal or extreme. Sometimes you're
even reading their thoughts. It's the ultimate voyeur experience if you
think about it. Unless of course you have a real live someone right in
front of you who's telling you their thoughts at the same time." She was
really panting now, breathing hard and heavy, and edging herself as she
spoke in deep, husky tones. She stared a the young girls eyes, whether they
were looking back or staring at her hands, and her brow began to furrow as
the impending orgasm became a serious concern.

"Would you like to know what I'm thinking, Lainey?" It was a rhetorical
question, but the girl nodded anyway. "Other than how soaking wet and on
fire my cunt is right now, of course." She let out a brusk moan as she held
herself back, turned on by her own words. I'm thinking about your pretty
little body back there in the stacks, fingering and squirming to your
tender little-girl orgasms." Another determined gasp, staving off what was
now inevitable.  "How coy you are, sneaking in here, how innocently you
act, only to be such a dirty little girl when you think no one's
watching. Mmmmmmm." Cresting the edge now. "And I'm thinking as soon as I'm
done cumming for you, you're going to return the favor.  You're going to
put on a little show for me, too, and maybe you'll let me help..."

Her words trailed off and the orgasm crash through her as her fingers moved
in a blur over her sloppy wet cunt. Her body contorted forward in the
chair, once, twice, and again as her legs lifted off the floor and her toes
curled up as tightly as her eyes were shut. Mouth wide and moaning, breath
coming in gasps, sweat breaking on her deeply furrowed brow. The hand on
her pussy stopped moving finally and just held still. Lainey watched as
Angie shivered a few more times before slowly uncoiling herself in the
chair, and gradually resumed a normal, seated position. After a few quiet
moments punctuated only by Angie's heavy breaths returning to normal, she
looked over and smiled.

"I told you it was fun, didn't i?" For the first time, Lainey
smiled. "Ahhh!! There's my happy girl! Now, why don't you part those
precious ivory thighs of yours and have some fun, too."

Even though she'd just watched the woman at her most intimate best, and was
in fact completely turned on and soaking her panties, she was nervous now
that it was her turn. She put a tentative hand to her mound, but suddenly
didn't know how to move, or where to look, and all the eroticism seemed to
leave the room at once. Sensing it, Angie asked,

"Would you like me to read a little something from Anais to get you
started?"

"No," came her tiny reply.

"Would you like me to come over there an join you?" She thought that would
make her even more nervous, and declined again. So instead, Angie sat back
again, and this time removed her panties, spreading her legs wide to idly
toy with her swollen lips. "Take a look, sweetie," she instructed. "Look at
how wet you've made me." She dipped a finger in and drew back a long
dangling string of wetness. "I know this turns you on to see how pretty I
think you are. How sexy your body is. Take a good long look. That's it. Now
close your eyes for a moment, and remember what you've seen. Good
girl. It's still here for you if you want to peek again, but keep thinking
about it, and touch that pretty little pussy of yours for me, because you
know you want to. Perfect!"

Lainey let her head fall back against the cushions and pushed her fingers
deep into her cotton panties. Angie could see them bend and press inward,
then emerge again to move vertically along her slit, stopping now and again
to circle her clit. She leaned forward in her chair and eased her way
across the room, bottom less, bringing her warm half naked body closer to
this girl's.

"Mmm, that's if, baby girl. Keep thinking about my soft, wet, warm
pussy. Aching and hungry at just the sight of you." She'd closed the gap by
half, and knew she could sense her approaching. "Think of my happy fingers
sinking deep, deep inside me, wet and inviting." She was on her knees now,
slowly crawling up around her as she lay back on the couch. "Oh, yesssss!
Such a good, dirty girl!"  She put her hands at her waist but her eyes
stayed shut. Angie slowly tugged at her panties, and her hips willingly
raised to facilitate their removal. "Mmmmmm, look at her! My god, she's
perfect? How do you ever leave the house with a perfect little pussy like
that? Oh that's right, you take her out to play."

Angie was right at her knees now, pressing up against the couch between
Lainey's spread legs. With both hands she removed her top and quickly
unclasped her bra, freeing her understated c's, beautifully average and
entirely womanly, before reaching down and slipping her fingers deep inside
her to gather as much of her juices as she could.

"Open wide, sweetie," she cooed, "eyes and mouth, please." She did as she
was told, and was amazed at how close she now was to her naked body, and
when her mouth opened in surprise Angie was quick to feed her her wet
fingers, playing them across her tentative tongue before closing her lips
around them to suck. It was her very first taste of another woman, and she
sucked greedily until Angie teasingly pulled them back.

"Will that make you cum, Lainey? Hm? Take a nice long look at my body. It's
here for you to look at. And you can touch it as well if you like, or
taste." She drew another slick finger from her cunt and this time ran it
along the outside of her mouth, wetting her lips before she leaned in for a
kiss. Long and slow and musky. When she pressed her tongue inward she felt
the little girl's body starting to cum again, her hands moving at a
feverish clip as they violently rubbed her clit side to side. This girl
must only know one or two gears, she thought, so much to teach. She tried
to keep their lips locked, but the girl's screams were too much, so she
instead moved on to kiss the nape of her neck as it was Lainey's turn to
convulse and spasm onto the pleasure of her own hand.

Listening to her, feeling her body beneath her shuddering, was more than
she could take, and Angie scrambled up onto the couch, straddling Lainey's
thighs with her own, pressing her breasts against her face, and driving her
fingers deep into her own cunt, she knew now wasn't the time to patiently
teach her how to bring another to orgasm, so instead she smothered her with
her body and furtively released yet another strong orgasm to close out
their little secret session, what would, if managed correctly, certainly be
the first of many. She came hard over the young girl, fully naked against
her more or less fully clothed accompanist, and when she finished, she
reached down plunged her fingers deep in to Lainey, massaging her expertly
to her last final orgasm of the day, her fingers delighting in the tender,
tight pussy of her new secret friend.

Several minutes later, as she got back in to her clothes and slipped
Lainey's panties into her pocket, she looked over with a devilish grin and
gave her another long slow kiss. "It is with much regret that I must show
you back to the stacks and get back to my office before I am missed. But
come back tomorrow and I'll teach you oral."