Date: Tue, 30 Oct 2001 10:41:19 -0800 (PST)
From: Jenna de Rosa <jennatarp@yahoo.com>
Subject: Linda the Librarian Part 3

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descriptions of sexual behavior between adult females and adult females
with minor females. The explicit nature of the story may be
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Chapter Three


Linda had always kept to herself. The forty-year-old librarian had never
been married and she'd never really had a boyfriend to speak of, other than
in high school. She lived alone in a one-bedroom apartment four blocks from
the library where she worked. She often worked late after closing to clean
up and put the last of the books away. She'd made the library her life the
past several years.

Tonight, like any other, she said good evening to the last of her
co-workers as they left for the night. She locked the door behind them and
headed back to her desk to finish up some paperwork before heading home for
the evening herself. The dimly lit library was a place of solace for the
librarian and she'd often found herself indulging in fantasies that only
she could know about.

As she sat at her desk with desk lamp providing the only light, she
recalled the events of a few days earlier. She remembered how exhilarated
she was when she stripped for the two young teens and then how absolutely
mortified she was when they stole her clothes and MADE masturbate for
them. The whole was her fault and she was lucky no one had found out yet.

She wondered if the girls would tell on her or that perhaps they really did
like what she did for them. That would explain why she hadn't seen them for
a few days. "Maybe they liked it," she muttered to herself in her library
voice. She felt her body relax and she leaned back against the chair and
let her legs fall open slightly. She reached up and began to rub her breast
as she felt her nipples harden. She was slipping deeper into her fantasy.

"Ms. Stanton" spoke a quiet voice that jarred her back to reality and made
her go flush and sit up quickly.

"Ms. Stanton, I have a problem, can I talk to you?" asked the youthful
sounding voice from the dark.

"Who is it? Who's there?" Linda asked in a nervous tone. The library was
closed and there wasn't supposed to be anyone else in there.

"It's me. Stacy Parker" came the voice as a shadowy figure emerged from a
row of books.

Stacy Parker was a fifteen-year-old girl that had a brewing reputation as a
budding slut around the small community. It'd been rumored that she had
been having sex for the past two years and with numerous boys of different
ages. She was fairly developed for her age. She was a tall slender girl
with a shapely figure and decent sized breasts for a fifteen-year-old.

As she emerged from the shadows and entered the light from the desk lamp,
Linda could see the young girl was clearly upset about something. "Stacy,
what are you doing here? The library is closed. You're not supposed to be
in here."

"I know," Stacy started slowly, "but I have a problem and I think you're
the only one who can help me."

"Why me", Linda thought to herself, she hardly knew the girl. She didn't
want to discourage her from talking to an adult if she had a problem, so
she didn't ask why.  "Well," Linda asked, "maybe I can help. What is it?"

"It's sex," Stacy said in an uncertain tone.

"Great", thought Linda, her least knowledgeable subject. She'd only
experienced sex in short bursts and that was mostly with herself. Only of
late had she ventured out of her shell to explore her darker side. But
Linda felt a twinge of curiosity and encouraged, "Okay, go on".

"Well...I, uh, I..." she paused.

"Go ahead, I'm listening," Linda sighed with anticipation.

"Well...I want to know...I want to know what it's like to have sex with a
woman," Stacy saw the startled look on Linda's face so she quickly added,
"I've looked through as many books as I could find, but none of them really
answered my questions," she clarified as she stepped closer to the
librarian and was now standing right beside her chair.

Linda felt a rush go through her body as she had a flash fantasy of
teaching this young girl about sex with a woman. She felt her juices begin
to flow a little. She tried to think of something to say to the girl, but
nothing was coming to mind. She was reeling at the thought of having sex
with the pretty young tart. "I...don't...think I can help you with that,
Stacy" Linda stammered.

"Oh, please Ms. Stanton. Please tell me what it's like to have sex with a
woman. I want to know. I NEED to know," the girl insisted.

Linda could smell the scent of young pussy wafting up from under the young
girls skirt as Stacy leaned in toward her, brushing her firm breast against
Linda's shoulder. Linda looked over at the girl who was leaning forward,
allowing her blouse to hang down exposing a tight cleavage in the young
girls lacey bra.  She felt paralyzed by the moment. Her arms felt heavy and
she couldn't move. The scent of the young girl's pussy was growing thicker
and more intoxicating by the second.

"Please, Ms. Stanton, I'm begging you, p-l-e-a-s-e. Teach me what it's like
to have sex with a woman, P-L-E-A-S-E," begged the young girl as she
grabbed Linda's hand and placed it on her breast.

Linda knew this was wrong, but somehow she couldn't resist the insistence
of the young girl. The close call that Linda had had only a few days
before, now seemed in the distant past. Stacy's firm breast felt so
inviting under her hand. She wanted to squeeze tightly, but she somehow
mustered the strength to pull her hand back.

"N-no...I...can't" Linda said unconvincingly.

"Please. You're the only one I trust who can" pleaded the young girl.

It was becoming obvious to Linda that Stacy was very aroused at this
point. Her scent was heavy in the air and it was arousing Linda. She felt
her juices begin to flow when Stacy moved.

"Please, I know you can do this, please teach me what it's like" and she
ripped her blouse open and pulled the librarian's face into her
cleavage. "Teach me, teach me," she kept saying as she pulled her bra down.

Linda sat there motionless with her face between the young girl's breasts
not willing to pull back. She closed her eyes and weakly inhaled the girl's
lightly scented, soft flesh. The feel and smell of the tender fleshy mounds
was too much for her to take anymore and she extended her tongue.

Stacy moaned and pulled on the librarians' hair guiding her nipple into her
mouth.

Linda sat there motionless except for her tongue, which encircled the
girl's nipple with loving strokes. She suckled the hardening nipple like it
was the last nipple on earth and she wanted to savor the flavor.

The girl reached up under her skirt and pulled down her white cotton
panties to her knees. She grabbed the librarians' limp wrist and placed her
hand on her steamy gash.

Linda felt her own wetness increase when she felt the girl's heat and
wetness on fingers. "What am I doing? This girl's a minor," she scolded
herself in her mind. What was she doing, she had to stop and stop now. But
no matter how hard she tried she just couldn't stop sucking the hard nipple
on this soft, firm breast. She wanted more, but dare she?

The young girl pushed the librarians fingers into her soaking pussy. She
sensed the librarian wanted it as much as she did now.

Linda inserted a finger into the girls' wetness causing Stacy to moan with
arousal. She felt the girls' wetness increasing and her hips start to
move. She searched for the youngster's clitoris as she repeatedly probed
the dampness with her finger.

Linda completely gave in to the girl's inquiry and decided to teach her
about sex with a woman. She slid off her chair onto her knees in front of
the teenager. She looked up at the youngster's face as the teen looked down
at her new teacher.

Stacy lifted her skirt and held it at her waist, as Linda leaned forward
and pushed the Stacy's panties to the floor and helped her step out of
them.

Linda could almost feel the heat coming from the young girl's pussy when
her face was that close.

"Go ahead. Show me what sex with a woman is like" she heard Stacy say in a
strange, almost 'I dare you' kind of tone.

Linda gently grasped the girl behind each knee and pulled her legs apart.
Stacy looked down at the adult librarian between her legs as she reached up
with both hands and carefully separated her pussy lips and stretched out
her tongue.  Linda was completely under this girl's spell.

Linda leaned in and pushed her tongue deep into the soft fleshy folds of
the young teen's cunt eliciting a deep moan from the girl. Linda was in
heaven. She lapped at the dripping pussy like a cat cleaning her young. She
searched for the elusive prize with her tongue and lips. Linda was
determined to show this youngster what it was TRULY like to have sex with a
woman. She wanted to locate her clit and suck it hard. She wanted to bring
this young thing to orgasm.

Stacy's head rolled loosely around her neck as her librarian teacher knelt
between her legs and licked her pussy. She looked down occasionally as her
arousal built. Her buttocks were warm and squeezed tightly together as she
pushed her hips forward. Her pussy contracted with each swipe of
Ms. Stanton's tongue across her clit. Stacy's stomach tightened and her
chest heaved as the intensity increased.

Linda entered a whole new world. The taste, smell and feel of teenage pussy
was intoxicating. Her fingers couldn't pull the girls lips far enough
apart. Her saliva mixed with the girl's juices and made delectable nectar
that she couldn't get enough of. Linda's heart raced as she was determined
to give this girl her first orgasm induced by a woman, an ADULT woman at
that. The whole experience was overwhelming.

Linda glanced up at the young teen to witness the pleasure on her face and
was somewhat surprised to see her staring back as she held up her
skirt. Linda continued to lap and suck on the girl's cunt as she watched
Stacy's expression change a little. Linda's heart almost stopped when she
heard Stacy say in a loud voice, "See, I told you she was a fucking dyke!"

Laughter erupted from the darkness beside her and Linda was instantly
confused. What did this mean? They weren't alone? Who else was there?
Someone saw them? Linda felt sick to her stomach and froze in place, her
fingers still separating Stacy's pussy lips. The whole moment seemed
surreal.

Stacy quickly reached down and grabbed her panties and ran over to her two
girlfriends waiting in the dark. The three of them giggled and laughed as
they scampered out the library door and off into the darkness.

What had she done? Who were the other girls? Who would they tell? Was her
life over? Was she ruined? Linda's heart sank as she contemplated the
consequences of her actions. What should she do? What COULD she do?


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