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                          The Librarian

Chapter One:  The first day on a new job.

     Miss Jane started her first day at the school library with
some trepidation.  She'd only just graduated from her university
course and didn't have much experience.  This was her first
serious library job, except for a few short stints of work
experience.

     As the job was at the local Catholic High School which was
run by an order of Nuns, she had chosen to wear a tailored suit
instead of her normal, comfortable, casual jeans.  The suit she
felt showed  off her figure rather well, and hopefully wouldn't
upset the Nuns too much.  In addition she'd pulled her beautiful,
natural blonde hair back into a tight bun.  However she hadn't
been very happy with the image she thus presented as a
conservative almost dowdy librarian and had decided to wear some
lingerie.  Just so that she'd feel a little more like her normal
sexy self, although no one else would be able to tell under her
clothes.  She chose a nice silk camisole and french knickers and
donned them before putting on the rest of her clothes.  The feel
of the silk against her skin made her feel a little more alive
than the severe clothes by themselves would have.  She checked
herself out in the mirror before going out to the car quite liked
the effect, even if it made her look, she thought, far too
serious for her age of only 21.

     She turned up to the school at 9:00am on the dot and parked
her car and went to the library.  There she met the head
librarian, Sister Mary.  She would have preferred to have called
her by her first name but she appeared so fierce and
uncompromising in her severe, starched habit.  Sister Mary didn't
appear all that much older than herself, yet there was something
intimidating about her manner which made Jane think she must be
at least in her forties or fifties.

     Sister Mary showed her to her desk and outlined her duties.
Her desk was behind the loans counter and her duties seemed to
consist mainly of checking the books that the students wanted to
borrow, out of the library computer system and accepting them
back when they were returned.  She was also apparently expected
to reshelve them when she had a spare moment.  She wasn't very
happy about this, but realised that she had to start at the
bottom and work her way upward.

     Sister Mary then asked with as slight smile, "All right now
Jane, do you think you can handle all that?"  Jane realised that
when Sister Mary smiled she seemed much younger than she was, but
it was also obvious she didn't smile all that often.  Jane
replied, "Yes, Sister.  The system is pretty standard and well, I
suppose that I can cope.   If I have any problems is it all right
if I ask you for help?"

     Sister Mary just narrowed her eyes slightly, smiled again
and said, "Certainly you can ask anytime my dear.  My office is
just over there behind the filing cabinets.  Its door is always
open for you."

     Jane realised that Sister Mary was attempting to make her
feel a little more welcome and was thankful for that.  She then
noticed a young girl at the counter looking expectantly at her
and she said, "Oops!  My first customer, I suppose I had better
look lively then, hadn't I Sister?"

     Sister Mary just chuckled and replied, "Certainly!  I'll
leave you to it then," and walked off into her office.

     Jane walked to the counter and waved the magic loans barcode
reader wand over the book the young girl and placed on the
counter and checked it out of the library computer.  Her first
customer smiled at her and simply said, "Thanks!" As she skipped
quickly out the door.

     She then settled down to a steady routine of loaning books
out, and accepting books which had been loaned back into the
Library.  After a few hours she found that she had a couple of
trolleys of returned books and started to reshelve them.  As she
wandered the library looking for the right shelf for the right
book she was amazed at how well disciplined the students were.
All were hard at work studying and no one was making any
unnecessary noise.

     Her first day at work finally ended.  She was returning the
last couple of books to their shelves and thinking about going
home when she realised that all the students were gone.  She
returned to her desk to get her purse and leave.  As she picked
it up, she noticed Sister Mary looking at her from the door of
her office.

     "Did you enjoy your first day Jane?" Asked the Nun.

     "Yes, thanks," replied Jane.

     "Not too hard...or boring, I hope?" The Nun asked, showing
Jane one of her smiles which brightened up her stern looking face
framed in its starched veil.

     "No, it was fine!" Answered Jane.

     "Look, why don't you come into my office.  I have a small
bottle hidden here for special occasions.  I think celebrating
the completion of your first day with us qualifies," said Sister
Mary.

     Jane followed the Nun into her office.  She looked around it
and found that it was quite large, and its walls were covered in
large travel posters from assorted airlines.  There was also a
large poster of two young women, sitting on a small wooden pier.
They appeared to be friends, in deep conversation and were
dressed in loose casual clothes.  She found herself wondering at
the way in which one of the two girls was looking at the other.
It was obvious that the girl had an expression of what appeared
to be almost love in her eyes.  Suddenly her regard of the poster
was interrupted.

     "Interesting picture isn't it?"  Sister Mary asked, "I
always think it shows the true type of feminine love that can
only exist between two women.  Now sit down and tell me some more
about yourself."  She motioned to the couch which filled one wall
of the office as she handed Jane her drink.  Momentarily their
hands brushed and Jane felt a strange little spark of feeling
shoot up her arm from the contact.  She felt her eyes open a
little wider as she looked more closely at the Nun, realising for
the first time that she was in fact quite pretty despite the
plainness of her garb.

     Jane sat down and found herself opening up to the Nun,
telling her of her hopes and aspirations.  Of working in school
libraries and helping students as much as possible.  Sister Mary
had handed her a glass of whiskey which she found a little strong
for her, but as she drank it she found herself loosening up a
little more.  After about half an hour Sister Mary suddenly
announced that it was time for Evensong and that she would see
Jane in the morning.

     Feeling a strange mix of emotions ranging from
disappointment at not being able to continue talking to this
intriguing woman, to elation that she had been able to talk to
her and discover that she wasn't quite as daunting as she first
thought.  Off she went home to her little flat where she lived.
It was small, but it was cheap but it was large enough for her
purposes.  She started a hot bath.  She felt like a long soak to
relax her a little.  As she undressed she surveyed her lithe
young body in the mirror.  She let her hair loose from its
confines and shook it down around her shoulders, framing her
face.  She reached up and pulled the camisole off of her upper
body and then slipped the french knickers off.  She looked in the
mirror, admiring her own body.

     She took in at a glance her large, firm breasts, with their
big nipples, her flat stomach and her sparse patch of reddish/
blonde coloured pubic hair where it formed the junction of her
long, slim legs.  She did a small pirouette and arched her back,
thrusting her firm bum out and admiring the effect in the mirror.

     Smiling she entered the bathroom where the tub, partly
filled steamed gently.  She stepped in, feeling the heat of the
water entering her bones already, up feet into her legs.  She
slowly eased herself into the water.  It was just a touch too hot
for comfort, but the pleasure she was expecting to receive from
total relaxation cocooned in the water made her grin and bear it
as her body became used to it.  Finally she was lying up to her
neck in the steaming, hot fluid, feeling it warm her whole body
up and her muscles completely relax.

     As she lay there, she started to doze off slightly as she
relaxed.  As she sank slowly into her reverie her mind began to
wander back over the events of the day.  She remembered how she
had felt when she had awoken that day, a little worried about
starting a new job.  However she also remembered how she had felt
physically.  The previous night her boyfriend had visited her and
before he went home they had fucked furiously.  He had really
given her a workout, fucking in nearly every conceivable
position. He started out by kissing her, and then he moved from just a
normal kiss to something a little more passionate.  As they had
sucked on each other's tongues for a while, his hands had started
to wander all over her body.

     He had then cupped her breasts and squeezed in that special
way he had.  It had started to drive her crazy with passion, her
juices had really started to flow when he had rubbed her nipples
into aching erection.  As she lay in the bath, she felt the heat
of the water against her open loins become replaced with the
internal heat from her own body.  She remembered how his hands
had found her bum and began to squeeze and knead her buttocks,
pulling them apart and running his fingers up and down the crack
of her bum, pushing her clothes against her cunt and little brown
arsehole.

     She then recalled how she had pulled his cock out of his
jeans and grasped it tightly, feeling it throb in her hand.  How
she had then bent down and taken it into her mouth, feeling its
width force her mouth delightfully open, making her stretch wide
to take it all in.  She had licked its length and breadth,
running her tongue around the large purple head which seemed to
throb with the beat of his heart.

     They'd then pulled each other's clothing off in a frenzy of
lust which brought a slight smile to her lips as she remembered
it.  Naked she had mounted his cock, feeling it slide between her
wet, willing pussy lips, reaching deep inside her cunt to scratch
that mysterious little itch which only a hard dick could
properly.

     As she remembered the antics of the night before her hands
had subconsciously crept towards her breasts and had cupped them
in imitation of her memories.  She remembered how after fucking
up and down on his cock for a few minutes she had felt her first
orgasm building and when he has suggested they try a little,
"Bow-wow," their special name for "doggie" position, she had
answered with alacrity and placed herself on the edge of the bed,
on all fours with her curveaous bum thrust lewdly into the air,
awaiting its spearing with his shaft of love.

     Ah!  As she remembered how his cock had sank easily and
deeply into her tight cunt with one thrust of his hips, her hands
crept down to cup her pussy and to pull it open to feel the heat
of the water.  She had felt like she was being impaled by a rigid
spike of steel and had loved its feeling as it went deeper and
harder into her than in nearly any other position.  She loved it
when he squeezed and kneaded her bum cheeks, pulling them apart
so that he can see his hard cock thrusting in and out of her
cunt.  She loved it even more when he played gently with her
bumhole, gently feathering the tight little hole with his
fingers, slick with her spilled love juices.

     Suddenly as she recollected how her orgasm of the night
before had suddenly burst over her washing her with waves of
pleasure, so did another smaller one as she lay in the bath
playing with her own pussy.  She suddenly began to thrash and
writhe as she rubbed her clitoris all the harder, trying to
remember how it had felt with her cunt impaled on her boyfriend's
large, hard cock.

     As she lay there, in an after orgasm state of pleasurable
delium she also remembered how she had sucked him off after he
had given her at least half a dozen more orgasms, each more
powerful than the last and she had finally had to cry, "Enough!"
In order to spare her now tired cunt and slightly sore clitoris.
She remembered the feel of his cum sliding down her throat as
with each jerk of his cock it had filled her mouth to overflowing
and some of his sperm had spilled out onto her breasts where she
had rubbed it in.

     Lying, nearly dozing off after her orgasm her mind began to
wander.  She went back over the events of the day.  In particular
her mind kept filling with a picture of Sister Mary and she
wondered what she would look like outside the starched cloth of
her habit.  She wondered if she would be as pretty as she thought
she would be and she also remembered the flash of feeling she
had, had when their hands had accidently touched.

     As she lay there she began to construct an intricate fantasy
of how she and Sister Mary became very close friends and then,
for the first time in her life, she wondered what it would be
like to be loved by another woman.  To feel under her hands the
curve and heft of another woman's breast, to rub her hands over
the lovely curve and shape of another woman's backside.  To feel
the gentle touch of another woman on her own body.  To actually
suck on another woman's breast, to feel her nipple harden under
her tongue.  She also suddenly found herself wondering what it
would be like to lick another woman's pussy, to give her pleasure
and to receive it back in that special embrace only lovers can
give to each other in what is known as a `69'.

     While her mind wandered into unfamiliar territory, her hands
once more retraced the path they had followed many, many times
before.  First her large, firm breasts with their large pink
nipples which were tingling from not only the heat of the water
now, but the tiny aftershocks of her small orgasm.  She cupped
and squeezed them as in her mind Sister Mary did it for her, she
actually hefted one up and licked the nipple with her own tongue,
tasting the warm water as it trickled off her breasts.   Her
hands then left her breasts and moved down her body and found her
cunt at the top of her long legs, which were now spread open as
wide as the bath would allow.  Her fingers, rather than making a
beeline straight for her aching clitoris, instead teased her
pussy lips which were hanging open, engorged and throbbing with
blood.  She ran her fingers first up one side and down the other
as in her mind Sister Mary stroked her pussy.  Then she pulled
her cunt lips open wide, letting the hot water rush into her
cunt, heating her already superhot clitoris to even greater
heights of pleasure.

     She thought of Sister Mary doing that, and of her head
slowly bobbing down to lick at her cunt.  Of her finding her
clitoris and starting to suck and lick at it and drinking all the
juices that flowed out of her cunt and covered her face and lips.
Suddenly she felt her orgasm building again, much greater in
intensity though, than the last time.  She visualised Sister Mary
swinging her body over hers, placing a leg each side of her head
and presenting her with a perfect view of her cunt, hanging over
her head.   She thought of how nice it would be lick those large,
red cunt lips which were glistening with the Nun's pussy juices.
As in her mind's eye she reached up to pull the Nun's cunt to her
face to taste those juices she started coming.  It exploded from
her clitoris and washed over her body in superheated waves of
pleasure and filled her mind with light and brightness the like
of which she had very rarely experienced before.

     She nearly fainted with the intensity.  She then seemed to
drift off into a very confused doze.  When she finally awoke
properly she realised that the bath water had actually cooled
quite a lot and that she had spread water from one side of the
bathroom to the other with her thrashing.  A little embarrassed
when she remembered what she had been thinking she climbed from
the bath and dried herself off roughly, almost as if she wished
to expunge the guilt of her fantasy from her mind.

     As she cleaned the bathroom up she wished her boyfriend was
there to help her get over her strangely mixed feelings.  However
he was off on a trip on business and wouldn't be back for over a
month.  After finishing mopping up the spilt water she pulled on
a dressing gown and settled down to eat a sandwich in front of
the TV before going to bed.

Chapter Two: A night out

     The next morning she had forgotten all about her fantasy
about Sister Mary until she met her the next day at work.  When
she first caught sight of the young Nun she had gone bright red
as she remembered what she had been thinking the night before.
She had simply stammered a brief "Hello" before starting to
reshelve the books which had been left over from the day before.
As she worked amongst the stacks she calmed down somewhat and
told herself she was just being quite stupid about the whole
thing.  "Anyway," she thought to herself, "Sister Mary wouldn't
understand the matter at all, being a Nun and having dedicated
her life to religious service."

     During the day she managed to talk to Sister Mary on a few
procedural matters without any more trouble, although once she
found herself watching Sister Mary walking around the Library and
wandering what she looked like under her habit.  She guiltily
stopped that train of thought however before it had gone much
further.

     The novelty of the work quickly wore off and she settled
into a habit of arriving on time and then going home to her
lonely flat by herself.  Suddenly it was Friday, the end of the
week!  Sister Mary had attempted to be friendly throughout the
week to her, but Jane worried a little by her feelings for the
Nun had kept her slightly at arm's length.  However, just as she
was packing up late on Friday afternoon, ready to leave, Sister
Mary appeared at her elbow and started talking to her about her
plans for the weekend.  The Nun asked her, "What she was planning
to do that evening?"

     When Jane replied that, "My boyfriend is out of town at the
moment and I wasn't planning anything special at all this
weekend.  I was going to spend it at home most probably curled up
with a good book."  The Nun had then replied, "You work all week
with books Jane, come on, how about you come out for a drink this
evening with myself and some of the other Nuns?"  Apparently a
group of the younger Nuns played squash on Friday nights and
often rounded the evening off with a few quiet drinks in the
local Pub.

     Jane was a little surprised at the invitation and as she
wasn't looking forward to a boring friday night home alone, she
accepted.  They agreed to meet in the front bar of the Pub at
8:00pm after Sister Mary and her friends had finished their
squash game.

     Jane went home and had a quick dinner, showered and changed.
She had rejected wearing her "normal" Friday night raging style
of clothes such as her leather mini-skirt and silk top as being a
little too "racy" for the company she was going to be keeping
that evening so instead she just put on a pair of jeans and a t-
shirt as it was still warm out.

     She entered the bar a few minutes after 8:00.  It was smoky
and crowded and she couldn't see Sister Mary or any other Nuns.
As she surveyed the room she realised that this wasn't the sort
of place she would normally have expected to see some Nuns in
having a quiet drink together.