Date: 8 Jul 2001 11:00:31 -0700
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: School Librarian (Adult Youth FF/f)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between women.  If this type of content
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                          School Librarian
                                 By
                                Jan

	The first day of High School was exciting for me.  I could
not get to each class fast enough.  I was not sure what buildings
all my classes were in or the number order for each room.   I had
always been interested in books and I had signed up for library
Science for my last class of the day.

	That was my sixth period for the day.  The library was
easy to find it was the only building among all of the old Art
Deco building built in the late thirties that had a round front and
the windows had metal sun screens that made it look like a stack
of records.

	When I reported to the round checkout desk with my class
card an older woman met me with a big grin.  She had a broad
smile that made her look like the Musician Liberarce and her
hair was naturally curly and gray.   I could not help but like her
immediately.

	She told me her name was Miss Willamina as she shook
my hand.  And she called out for her assistant to join her.  From
the book stacks came a tall woman with long blonde hair that
was pulled back into a ponytail in her mid-twenties.  She had a
nice figure but she carried herself like she was afraid that
someone was going to reprimand her for something.

	Miss Willamina introduced me to her.  She told me that
her assistant was Miss Backer.  She asked her to get me started
re-stacking returned books in their proper place.

	Miss Back led me the cart with a pile of books on it.  She
checked me out to make sure that I knew the Dewey-Decimal
filling system.  She watched me put the books back in the proper
place on the bookshelves for a while.  When I got involved with
my duties she despaired at some time and I didn't notice.  Time
passed quickly and very soon it was time to gather up my book
bag and go home.

	As the days passed the routine settled in and I became
comfortable around the old books.  More and more Miss
Willamina let me run the Library by myself.  I quite often stayed
in the library to do my homework because it was quiet and I had
access to all of the reference books I wanted.

	I could not help notice that Miss Backer was totally
devoted to Miss Willamina It was as if she was always waiting
for her to give her something to do.

	About three months into the school year one evening
when I had stayed behind to do a lot of homework I heard some
noise coming from the office in the back of the library.  I got up
to explore the sound.  I thought I was alone in the library.  I
thought Miss Willamina and Miss Back had left hours ago.  I
had locked the door at closing time.

	I walked quietly thinking someone might have broken it
to vandalize the library.  So I walked on tiptoe and opened the
office door quietly.  I was shocked to see Miss Willamina lying
on top of her desk with her dress pulled up above her waist.  Her
heels were on the edge of the side of her desk and her knees
were spread wide open.  Miss Backer was bent over and her
hands were on the upper thighs of her mentor and her face was
between her legs licking her vagina.  When she lifted her head I
could see that Miss Willamina's pubic hair was a thick curly
mass and starting to turn gray too.

	I was transfixed at what I was watching.  I could not have
moved if I wanted to do so.  But I had no thought of leaving.
Without my even being aware of what I was doing my right
hand went to the front of my skirt.  I was stroking my crotch as I
watched Miss backer licking Miss Willamina's pussy.  I had
heard and read about women that were lesbians, but this was not
rumor or a clinical report in a book.  I was actually watching an
adult woman making love to another woman.

	I finally had to get hold of myself and back out before I
was discovered.  I gathered up my bag and let myself out as
quietly as I could.  That night I lay in bed thinking about what I
had seen and found myself pulling up my nightie and rubbing
my pussy with my fingers.  My fourteen-year-old cunt had a fine
growth of brown hair the same color as my bangs.  I masturbated
until I climaxed and for some reason I had to smell my fingers
and wonder if that was what Miss Willamina and Miss backer
smelt like.  I put my finger in my mouth and sucked all the slimy
stuff off them.  Would they taste like that too?

	The next day when I got to the library I was as nervous as
a cat locked in a strange room.  But I went right to work putting
the books away.  About half way through the stack of books on
the cart I found a book that caught my eye.  The title was "A
Clinical Study of Lesbianism".  I thumbed through it, looking at
the chapter headings.  When I saw a title "Women that Seduce
young girls" I began to read it.

	I was so engrossed in the material that I didn't even notice
that Miss Willamina was standing behind me reading over my
shoulder.  I almost jumped out of my skin when I felt a warm
hand on my shoulder.

	Miss Willamina told me that that book was not meant for
high school students to read.  It was kept under lock and key in
the office.  I handed it to her.  Miss Willamina smiled and
handed it back to me and asked if I wanted to read it.  I blushed
and shook my head yes.

	Miss Willamina patted me on the rear as she passed me
and proceed to return the rest of the books to the shelves.  I went
to reference tables and sat down to read the book.  I was so
stimulated by the graphic descriptions of girls and women
having sex with each other that I was stroking my crotch through
my skirt and thinking about what I had seen them doing the
night before.

	When I finished the book it was dark outside.  Miss
Backer was sitting at the checkout desk watching me.  I gathered
up my book bag and went to the desk and handed her the book.
She told me that on Saturday night that there was a literary book
club meeting at Miss Willamina's home and I was welcome to
come if I was interested in reading more about the subject.

	I blushed as I told her that I would be thrilled to learn
more about the subject.  She gave me a warm smile and wrote
down an address, phone number and the time 5: 00 PM on a
blank filling card and handed it to me.  I stuffed the card in my
bag and let myself out.

	I told my mother that I had been invited to attend a
literary book club at the county public library.  I told her that I
would take the public bus and would probably be home late.

	Saturday I left home in plenty of time to get to my
destination in early.  I had taken special care in getting ready for
this evening.  I was anticipating that I was about to find out from
the two of them what it was like to make love to a woman.  So I
had bathed carefully and dressed in my best underwear.  The
skirt and blouse was what I normally wore to school and I
carried my book pack like it was a part of my person so that I
would not draw undue questions from my mother about my
appearance.

	I arrived at the address at least a half-hour early.  I stood
in frond of the door wondering if I should knock so early.  It
startled me when the door opened and I was greeted warmly by
Miss Willamina She was dressed casually in lounging pajamas
in a turquoise and green floral pattern on silk.  She opend the
screen-door and drew me into the house with a warm hug.  As
she pressed my body to hers I could tell that she did not have a
bra on.  Her large breasts felt so soft.  Her smile and laugh
reminded me even more the Liberarce.   She led me into the
living room and sat me down on the couch.


	She asked me if I would like a soft drink and I told her
that I would love one.  She went into a room that I assumed was
the kitchen.  While she was gone Miss Backer entered the room
from another door.

	She was dressed in a skirt that was just above her knees
and blouse that was so sheer that you could see that she had no
bra either.  The pink areolas were plainly visible and the nipples
held the material away from the areolas.   She was barefoot.  I
must have blushed as I starred at her breasts.  Miss Backer
apologized an offered to change if she was embarrassing me.

	I stammered as I told her that I would get use to her
appearance and to not go out of her way on my account.

	Miss Backer smiled and sat next to me on the couch.  She
rested her hand on my knee as I asked if there would be other
guest?

	She told me that because this was my first meeting that
they thought it best if it was just the three of us.  I was sure that
they were going to teach me about woman love now.

	Miss Willamina returned with a tray and three tall glasses
on it.  She handed me one and Miss backer took one.  As Miss
Willamina sat on my other side she sat the tray down on the
coffee table and took her glass.

	We all sat back in the couch and took a sip of our soft
drinks.  As Miss Willamina turned towards me she placed her
hand on my other knee as she asked me if I was interested in
discovering more about the subject in the book I read last
yesterday.

	I told her that I had not been able to think about anything
else.  I sheepishly told them that I had seen them in the office the
other night.  Miss Willamina told me that they knew because
they had deliberately left the door open for me to find them.

	I blushed knowing that they knew that I had watched
them.  She wanted to know what I had thought about it that
night?  I told them that I had played with myself that night until
I climaxed so much that I fell asleep with my finger in my
pussy.

	As I was telling them about this I felt Miss Backer's hand
sliding up my inner thigh.  Miss Willamina reached for a book
on the light table next to the couch and opened it up.  She began
to read from it out loud.  It was a story about a young girl that
was in love with an older woman.  As the story progressed to
graphic details about them making love to each other, Miss
backer laid another book on my lap.  It was a photograph album.
The pictures were of the two of them making love to each other.
There were a lot of other women in the album in-groups and in
pairs.

	As I looked at the pictures Miss Backer returned her hand
under my skirt.  And Miss Willamina put her hand under my
skirt too.  I knew that my pretty panties were wet long before
either hand reached the reinforced crotch.

	I sat back drinking my Coke and spread my legs for them
as I looked at each picture in turn.  The thought that they were
going to be doing these things to me and I was going to be doing
the same to them was making me so horny that I wanted them to
hurry.

	When I finished the drink I leaned forward to put the glass
on a coaster on the table.  When I did that both women's hands
were pressed against the crotch of my panties.  They both
slipped their fingers under the legs of my panties and I felt a
woman's touch for the first time.

	Miss Willamina laid the book down and unbuttoned to top
of her pajamas.  When she pulled the material aside to expose
her large breasts they were large soft breasts that had lost their
youthful quality and the areolas sagged and her nipples were
indented like belly buttons. I actually drooled.  She asked me if I
wanted to suck on them?

	I leaned across her body so that I could take her left beast
in my mouth and suck on the nipple.  I reached for the right
nipple with my hands and pulled on it.   I was as content as a
kitten with a saucer of warm milk.

	Miss backer was busy reaching under my skirt to pull
down my panties.  When she had removed them she knelt
between my legs and put her head under my skirt.  She was
licking the pubic hair.  When she sucked my little clitoris into
her mouth I thought I was going to die.  I had never had a climax
like that with my hand.

	When I had recovered they asked me to stand so that they
could undress me.  It was thrilling to stand there and let four
hands remove my clothes.  They ran their hands all over my
body.

	Then Miss backer asked me to undress her.  So, as she
stood in front of me I unbuttoned the blouse and pulled it off her
arms.  Her breasts were sloping upwards with pink areolas
pointing at the ceiling.  Then I found the zipper on the side of
her skirt.  When I undid it the skirt fell around her feet.  She was
totally nude.  I could not help stare at her pubis, it was hairless.
I reached out and discovered that it was as smooth as a baby's
butt.  She turned around and bent at the waist.  When she did
that I was looking at the crack of her ass.  I could see the brown
bucking anal opening.  I touched it tentatively with my
fingertips.  It puckered and opened.  My fingertip went in the
hole up to the first knuckle before I could pull it out.  Miss
Backer moaned like she regretted the removal on the object from
her anus.  She sat down close to me and hugged me as Miss
Willamina stood up in front of us.

	My heart felt like it was about too pound it's way right out
of my chest.   All she had to do was pull the pajama top off her
shoulders and it fell to a pile around her feet in a rustle of silk.

	I was thrilled looking at her.  She looked so matronly with
those large breasts.  They were at least 38-F sized and hung
down to her waist.  The areolas were elongated as they stretched
downward.  Her soft tummy bulged over her graying pubic hair.
The hair was thick curly strands grew down her legs a little way.
No underpants would ever cover all that hair.

	When I reached for it and my finger went deep into her
cunt she leaned forward until her knees were resting on the side
of the couch on either side of my legs.  I could smell her aroma
for the first time.  So I removed my fingers and smelt them.  She
looked hurt that I had removed my hand, but smiled as I put
them in my mouth and tasted her juices.


	Now it was Miss Backer's turn to turn me around so that I
could suck on her breasts.  While I was enjoying her firm breasts
Miss Willamina knelt down and spread my legs so that she could
suck my cunt.  She lifted my legs up and draped them over her
back.  That way she could play with my anus with her fingers.
As her tongue pressed against my hymen her finger was pushed
into my ass after she had wet it in her mouth.  As I climaxed this
time hey tongue broke the hymen and she sucked all of my
virginal blood from my pussy.

	I was so overwhelmed that I begged her to let me do the
same to her.  So she sat down and spread her legs and held her
labia open for me as I knelt between her legs.  I was over
whelmed by the smell of her cunt.  It was wet, salty and had a
meaty taste that was making my pussy itch.  As I reached for my
cunt it was pushed away.

	Miss Backer was lying on her back and was putting her
head between my legs as she claimed her prize with her mouth.
I was pulling on both nipples of Miss Willamina as I sucked her
cunt.  When she climaxed she put both hands on the back of my
head and almost smothered me in her pussy.  When I fell back I
was climaxing in Miss Backer's mouth.

	When I recovered I discovered that I had to pee so bad
that I was not sure that I could make it to the bathroom in time.
Miss Willamina led me by the hand to the bathroom.
As I peed in the bowel she watched me.  When I was finished
she insisted on washing my crotch.  I was dancing around from
one foot to the other because the terrycloth wash cloth tickled
my clitoris terribly.

	When we were dressed they drove me home and gave me
an identification card with my name on it that proclaimed that I
was a member of the International literary book club.  It had
phone numbers and dates of club meetings.

	This was to become a monthly evening out with Miss
Willamina and Miss backer.  They introduced me to a lot of
alumni and socialite women from our town that was known for
their patronage of the library of our high school.



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