Katy hadn’t lied about grabbing some food with Amber, she was just misleading in where they would be… and that Amber wasn’t aware that they were meeting. Katy strolled up the driveway, humming away knowing her mother was now fulfilling herself of what she had been depraved of. “I’m such a good person.” Katy said to herself, ringing the doorbell to Amber’s home.
Katy waited a bit, ringing the bell again, worried if maybe Amber wasn’t home despite her car being in the driveway, when the door finally opened. Amber peered out, her eyes squinting from the bright outdoor light, “Oh! Uh, hey Katy, what’s up?” Amber said, leading her in towards the living room. Katy stepped inside, “I just thought we could… uh… ” she stammered as she followed and got a look at Amber’s attire. She was wearing an oversized heavy shirt, and that appeared to be it. “Maybe grab some food?” Katy finished saying, staring at the bottom seam of the shirt wondering if Amber was wearing anything under it – it came close a few times to revealing the answer walking in, but never close enough.
As they reached the room Amber grabbed a pillow and flopped down on the couch, with the pillow covering where her panties may or may have been. “I was just doing some work around the house – Woah!” Amber interrupted herself, “you look really hot! Is that a new bra? Cause you look bigger than me now!” Katy smiled, waiting for someone to notice her new cleavage and bra creating it, “I went shopping today at Victoria’s Secret and picked out a few things” gesturing to her bra, “and you’d never guess who helped me pick it out… Trisha!”
Amber stared at her chest the whole time, watching them subtly bounce with each exaggerated gesture Katy made, “Wow, you must have been there right as she got fired then! I saw on her Instagram this morning she needed a new job.” Katy wasn’t surprised, after all, she took all the knowledge and experience Trisha had working there so Katy couldn’t imagine she’d be very useful anymore. “Oh, that’s a shame… because when I was there she had so much to offer me. And you follow her on Instagram?”
“Yea, I know she’s really shallow and kind of a horrible person, but she posts some nice pictures.” Amber shrugged.
Katy eyed her friend a bit, “Yeah, of herself! She posts nothing but pictures of herself. I mean, if I had those massive mammeries I’d show them off too, but she’s over the top.”
“Over the top in her bra!” Amber nervously joked. Happy at her pun she wiggled side to side. Katy could see her breasts sway from side to side in her shirt – answering half the question.
“So I’ve got to ask,” Katy pointed at Amber, swirling her finger, “what’s with the get up?”
“Uh… well, I was just cleaning the house. Don’t need to be dressed up for that do I?” Amber said defensively.
Katy was really curious now, “Most people still put on pants to do that… and usually a bra.” Katy was trying to get Amber to admit she was probably doing something similar to what her mother was working at, but it was so much fun to tease her. Amber was always on the more conservative side with sexual things, not that she disliked them, she just wasn’t the sharing type. Normally Katy would have been similar, but with how much she’d been exposed to, and the exposing of herself, she was carrying more confidence on the subject.
Amber sat up straight, still keeping the pillow in her lap, saying, “Hey, ok, I like to dance while cleaning. Who doesn’t?”
Katy’s curiosity was beginning to win the battle of knowing the details of what the Amber was up to, the temptation was eating at her willpower slowly, for it would take just a moment…
It didn’t surprise Katy when the living room disappeared and turned into a blank white canvas. “Well since I’m here, I might as well take a peak as to what gets Amber in the mood.” Raising her eyebrows at that last part Katy rubbed her hands together and made her way into AMBER’s Library.
The librarian was wearing the same t-shirt Amber was back in the living room, but this shirt was a bit shorter. Katy strolled up the counter, “Hey!” she said to the librarian. “Hello again Ms. Katy, what can I do for you today?” the librarian replied. Katy didn’t answer, she just leaned over the side of the counter, taking a peak at the legs of the librarian, and by leaning a bit further she could just barely start to see the cheeks when the librarian stepped back. “Ah-ehm,” the librarian brought attention to Katy’s inquisitive eyes.
“Sorry,” Katy beamed, “I was just curious what Amber was up to before I arrived.”
“Let’s see…” the librarian began to flip back a couple pages, “Amber was watching some porn on her laptop upstairs.”
“Ohh! What kind?! What kind, tell me tellmetellme?!” she rushed around the counter so she could read the book as the librarian flipped through the pages. The librarian shifted over a bit, Katy getting right up next to her, their arms touching.
“It appears she was watching her bookmarked videos, which usually contain a wide variety of materials, but before you arrived she was watching a lesbian video called ‘Just the Two of us’.”
“Does she watch a lot of lesbian things? I never thought she’d be into girls that much, she’s always had boyfriends in the past…” Katy trailed off thinking about her history with Amber.
“Actually the last video is just two girls making out and touching each other through clothing. There’s no nudity in it at all. It’s one of her favorites though, she’s watched in approximately 4 times this week.” The librarian rattled off.
Katy snapped back to the present, “Wait, so she really loves this video?”
The librarian answer, “Yes, she does. In fact she usually pictures herself as the blonde woman who gets seduced by the red head.”
Katy stepped a bit away from the counter, pacing nearby, wondering aloud, “So… yea… well, yea, nono. That’s no good. Maybe? Yes, no… Hmm…”
Katy turned to the librarian, “Can you replay that video?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t understand the question.” Replied the librarian.
“I mean, can you get Amber to relive the moments from that video? Like when I rent out books from other libraries I have a hard time containing the emotions that are in them. So can you do that with this book that’s already here?” Katy asked.
“Absolutely I can do that.” The librarian granted, “All I have to do is read the book aloud and it will be re-experienced by Amber.”
Delighted, Katy thanked the librarian after setting up the reading session and making her way out of the library. “Wow, does that mean my librarian read all the books I brought in? Hmph, thanks librarian!” Katy mused to herself.
Back in the living room Amber still sat trying poorly to come up with reasons she’d be cleaning the house in just a shirt, “and it keeps me from having to do so much laundry. I mean - ” her lie cut short as she pushed the pillow deeper into her lap, her eyes open fluttering bit at the warmth suddenly building in her crotch. Swallowing hard, she drew in a deep breath, confused at why she’d be thinking about ‘that’ while Katy sat across from her. Granted it had only been 15 minutes or so since she just watched it, she normally had much more control over her impulses than this.
Amber’s cheeks began to turn a bit red as she stumbled to keep her mind talking in the present while her subconscious replayed her getting more and more aroused at making out with the seductress. Katy decided to give her friend a hand, “It’s ok, fine…” Katy got up and took a seat on the couch next to Amber, “you can clean however you want. I won’t judge you. I guess that way only your skin gets dirty instead of some clothes…” Katy said lightly caressing her own arm.
Amber bit her bottom lip, letting her tongue moisten the skin. She watched Katy use her nails to tickle her own forearm, making their way to the pillow that sat in her lap. So slowly now, Amber could only her the sound of the two of them breathing and the faint sound of Katy’s fingers delicately stroking the pillow’s fabric. Katy watched Amber’s eyes, she was focused solely on Katy’s hand. She transitioned from the pillow to her knee sticking out from the edge, “… it’s just a shame you get dirty in the process.”
Amber took a sharp quick breath in at the contact, “Uh- uhm…” Amber muttered, unsure what to do. In her logical mind she was concerned at what was happening, but with her lustful mind so focused on the sensations, she couldn’t form a proper sentence. Katy leaned in a bit closer, softly saying “This olive skin of yours…. It’s so beautiful…. soft…” the back of her fingers now finding their way up Amber’s thighs, “….and smooth” cooed Katy.
“You know Katy… ” Amber adjusted herself a bit, but not moving away, “Um… you have pretty skin too. Thanks you.” Amber stuttered through the compliment. Katy could barely keep from bursting out in joy as she slowly seduced her friend.
“I’ll tell you what Amber…” Katy moved closer to her on the couch, their thighs now pushing into each other, “I won’t do anything…” Katy slide her hand gently, slowly, under the pillow, sliding along Amber’s inner thigh, “…until you tell me to.” Amber’s breathing picked up at the proximity of Katy, the two now close enough to feel each other’s body heat. Amber looked right into Katy’s eyes. They looked into her, the desire and confidence, and only pushed Amber further into her memories of her session before.
Amber grabbed another pillow to her side and pushed it to herself. Her breasts had also become more sensitive under the shirt, her nipples protruding through the cotton, becoming more obvious as Amber clutched the pillow up under her breasts. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the building moment. The grip on the pillows, one lifting her breasts, the other putting more and more pressure between her legs, Katy’s fingers finding every sensitive point on her thighs, Amber felt like this was a dream.
Katy leaned in closely, whispering in Amber’s ear, “It’s ok… I won’t tell anyone…” Katy’s other hand pushed Amber’s hair out of her face and placed in back on her ear. “…it can be between…” Katy placed one finger under Amber’s chin, guiding her to turn towards her. “...just the two of us.”
Amber’s eyes widened as she felt herself shake with desire, her body wracking itself with the memories of masturbating to the same scenario just moments before. She had never seen this side of Katy before, the leading, assertive, side that had successfully turned her on simply by sitting next to her and one hand on her leg.
“Ju- just the two of us?” Amber whimpered out.
Katy nodded, “…just the two of us.”
Amber suddenly threw the pillow she was holding against her chest and embraced Katy, the two of them falling onto the couch. Amber lay inches above Katy, “We might get dirty.” she said.
Katy, surprised at the how Amber had finally caved in. Katy regaining control by rolling over, digging her arms deep into the couch and slipping Amber to the one on the bottom. “I’m counting on it.” Katy said just before kissing Amber as deeply as she could take.
The make out session started slowly, the two kissing, finding out each other’s rhythms, tastes, and passions. The sound could be heard throughout the house, two young women breathing heavily, pushing their bodies together, their legs intertwining between each other, the occasional moan when one stopped to start venturing down the neck of the other. The only thing separating the two was the remaining pillow between their hips – adding a bit of bounce for the two.
Katy was enjoying the moment, Amber was an excellent kisser, but with Katy’s new experiences this wasn’t going to be enough to satisfy her new refined tastes. Despite this, Katy didn’t want to push her friend into anything she didn’t want. Katy didn’t know how long Amber would be under the effects of the librarian’s read aloud session and she knew the memories being replayed only included a make out session; not enough to gratify Katy’s needs.
Katy enjoyed it to the bitter end though, as she got over aggressive and tried to reach under Amber’s shirt to start feeling her breasts. At first Amber allowed Katy’s hand to massage her side, but she halted Katy when the hand began to tickle the side her breast.
“I – uh – think this was good for a first time, right?” Amber said, sitting up. Katy leaned back, sitting up as well. “Yea, sorry. I didn’t mean to be so forward.” “No, I mean, yes, but…” Amber fixed her hair up a bit, “I’m glad you were. I guess I always thought about trying things with you, but I didn’t think you’d want to try things out. You know?” Amber looked relieved but overly innocent about the topic. “I guess you just caught me at the right time, and with you coming over with your bra showing and tits popping out, I just lost control. I guess I couldn’t keep it in anymore.” Katy smiled at her compliments. “Speaking of which, I’m not the only one not being able to keep things in” Amber said waving her hand at Katy’s chest.
Katy looked down, her shirt was pulled so far down you could easily see the clasp of her bra and it had been ruffled enough one of her nipples was poking out over the edge of the bra line. “Oops” Katy said, raising her eyebrows at Amber, pushing herself back into the cups and adjusting her shirt.
The sound of the garage broke the silence of that last remark, “Well it’s a good thing we finished, that’s my parents.” Amber said while trotting up to her room, “I need to put on some clothes.”
“Do you need help with that?” Katy joked still on the couch, shouting after Amber.
“No-ooo….” A shout came from upstairs.
Katy was a regular at the house, so Amber’s parents were not shocked to see Katy in the living room.
“Hi Katy – will you be joining us for dinner tonight? We have enough for four, but Amber’s sister will not be joining us as she said she was.” Amber’s father asked.
“If you’ll have me!” Katy replied, their typical chitchat.
Her mother asked, “Where’s Amber?”
Katy held in the giggle, but managed to answer, “She’s changing, you see she got a bit dirty.”
Katy returned home well after the sun had set. She and Amber had been in the company of her parents for most of it, but once they retired for the evening the two were able to talk about the afternoon. Amber wanted to keep it a secret, but made it obvious she was willing to continue down that path if Katy wanted to. Katy wanted the upper hand, so she played it off as being open to anything at her convenience.
Katy was sure Amber would be pleasuring herself to the thought of the two of them tonight, more so because she was able to convince Amber’s librarian that it was the right thing to do.
Entering the dark house, Katy slipped in through the front door. Her mother was fast asleep upstairs, well worn out after her marathon solo sessions. Once in her own bedroom, she closed the door and turned on a light that sat in the corner, giving her room just enough light to barely see the bras and panties still thrown about her bed. “You know, I liked sleeping without anything on, it’s a nice change.” Katy put away all the new undergarments and stripped out of her current outfit. Releasing her bra, she felt a bit of relief as her breasts were set free. There wasn’t much breast to actually hang, but releasing the compression was a nice reprieve.
Before crawling into bed, Katy turned off the corner light and started to mentally prepare for the school week starting the next day. Though, her mind kept wondering back to her ability – there were so many unknowns and opportunities.
Katy sat with her own librarian in front of her own library. “So, you’re telling me I can influence people, but only if the librarian agrees to do it?” Amber asked, the two laying on their backs staring out into the nothingness. The librarian answer, “Yes, and the librarian may or may not reject your advice. For instance the little girl you spoke with in the store looked up to you for helping her, so you told her to stand up for herself and ignore her sister, and that’s just what she did.”
“What about this afternoon then?” Katy followed up with.
“Amber already had a bit of desire for you, most likely, and you just magnified it when you brought up the video and made her relive it. But you did open up a gate that would have probably stayed locked down.” Her librarian said as a warning. “On your way out you told her librarian it would be a good idea to masturbate about you, correct?”
Katy smirked and shrugged, “It’s nice to be wanted.”
“Amber was most likely going to be thinking about the afternoon already given its nature, so you just pushed her to take it a bit further.”
“Well, it was a pretty fun day though, right?” Katy looked over at her librarian smiling. The two continued rehashing the day until they both eventually drifted off, letting the much needed rest wash over them.
Her alarm going off on her desk, Katy managed to lift her groggy self out of bed to turn off the beeping. Wiping her hands down her face, Katy blinked to get the morning out of her eyes. Wobbling out towards the bathroom her mother caught her meandering down the hallway. “I thought you went shopping yesterday?” Obviously hinting at Katy’s lack of clothing. “Oh, yea, it’s just more comfortable to sleep naked now.” Katy said yawning her way into the bathroom.
Katy looked at herself in the mirror as her shower warmed up, “You know, I’m a pretty good looking girl. Any guy would be lucky to get with this.” Turning side to side she looked at her different portrait outlines. Scrunching up her face a bit, she cupped her breasts, “Oh… well, I’m sure if I had Trisha’s chest, but these are perky!” Katy said, wanting to start the day positive. “Or Ms. Ansell’s tits…” Katy’s mind just kept sorting through all the women with better breasts than hers. “Or my mother’s…”
Now pretty well defeated, Katy wrapped herself in the towel to try and dry out the setback.
Downstairs Katy had breakfast with her now back to normal mother and made her way to campus.
On Mondays the day started with her science class: Newtonian Physics. Katy, just as she was in most of her classes, slightly above average, but not a stand out student by any means. She was far more interested in her afternoon with Ms. Ansell, “hopefully she’ll be back” Katy thought to herself. Finding more about the ‘sex on heels’ was her priority today.
Her physics class was a bore, especially since Katy was planning on just taking the knowledge from Mr. Sellen, the physics facilitator, to pass any assessment that came up.
“I’m sorry Katy, am I putting you to sleep? Did you have a rough weekend?” Mr. Sellen asked Katy standing over, pausing his lecture to do so.
“Um, no it’s just I know this stuff already…” Katy lied, prepared to just dive in if he pushed further.
“Well then, why don’t you enlighten the class?” Mr. Sellen confidently proposed to Katy.
Katy sighed, “Alright…”
Katy was well within range to jump into the library, arriving as she normally does.
She stood there, “I should probably just look at the answer and he’ll leave me alone. I mean, it’d be nice to be smart for this class, but I have limited shelving. Maybe I’ll just borrow the books for the hour and then bring them back?” Katy continued to go back and forth with herself. After some time she realized there was a problem… no library was appearing. It was just her, standing in the white plane, no buildings fading in, no other things, just blankness.
“Librarian!” Katy cried out.
Her own librarian appearing, “Yes?”
“Where’s the library?” Katy asked, worried she lost her power.
“Hmmm. Interesting.” Her librarian said putting her hand under her chin. “I don’t know.”
“Well, what do I do?” Katy asked panicking. Her librarian turned to her, “Nothing. You cannot rent books from something that you cannot enter. Simple as that I’m afraid.”
Katy was thoroughly confused, but her librarian was right, there was nothing she could do without a library to enter. After taking a minute to calm down before returning she made her exit.
“Well… we’re waiting.” Mr. Sellen jabbed at Katy.
“Uhm, you know, I’m sorry. I had a rough night. Please continue, I’ll pay attention.” Katy backpedaled her previous confidence. The class laughed at her situation as Katy pushed herself into her seat to try and lower herself.
“It’s alright, just pay attention. You might learn something if you’re curious enough.” Mr. Sellen said with his usual sentiment about being curious about everything.
Making it through the rest of the class, barely, Katy went to find Amber before her History class with Ms. Ansell.
The two met up outside the history wing of the building as Amber had a class nearby. “So how’s your day going?” Amber asked Katy with chipper. Katy responded, “Eh,” distracted by her earlier library failure.
“This is how it’s going to be? I give you a night of passion and the next day you won’t even look me in the eye.” Amber joked with Katy, pushing her shoulder. Katy responding with a smile, “You can’t handle all of this,” gesturing to all of herself, “I just can’t be satisfied with one person babe, it’s just who I am.” The two laughed at Katy’s attempt at the rapper life sarcasm.
Looking at her watch, Katy said, “Class is about to start, so I’ll see you later right?” Amber had already started walking away, “Yea, after classes.”
Katy turned to go down the building’s hallway when she spotted Trisha bouncing in. “Woah” Katy said aloud, as Trisha was literally bouncing in, her chest wobbling through her shirt with each step. Trisha was wearing a black, modern pleated skirt that ended just past mid-thigh, a white dress shirt unbuttoned enough to show an ample amount of her free tits, and that small denim jacket she had on the other morning at work.
The two turned the corner at the same time, now walking side by side to Ms. Ansell’s class. “Hey, I heard you lost your job… sorry to hear.” Katy said to break the ice. Trisha looked over at Katy, “Yea, well, the manager was just jealous of me. She couldn’t handle being around me all the time.” Trisha flipped her long, wavy hair off her shoulders. Katy could barely keep her eyes off her chest wobbling around, she thought at any moment a button would come undone and expose her massive breasts to anyone looking. Katy watched as a number of boys stopped in their tracks to point at the two, mainly Trisha, to stare at the tits on display. “Is the no bra a new thing or something?” Katy asked as they waited in the slow moving line to enter the classroom.
Trisha scoffed, “You sound just like my mother, if I wanted a bra I’d get one.”
Katy thought about that answer for a second, “Shouldn’t you own one?” she puzzled to herself. In fact, Katy knew she did from looking into her memories that she stole from her. Katy’s eyes opened in realization. “8 books, not 7.” Katy said aloud.
“What?” Trisha asked. Katy shook her head, “Nothing, just remembering I have an extra book.”
The class filled up quickly and with the last two seats up front towards the side Katy and Trisha sat next to each other. Ms. Ansell was indeed present, her luscious body hidden by the desk she currently sat behind. The boys hating sitting in the first row because they couldn’t hide their obvious inevitable erections if Ms. Ansell decided wipe the boards down, and the girls were broken into two groups: they hated Ms. Ansell or were indifferent.
Class started with the normal lecture format, Ms. Ansell point things on the board, ranting and raving about economics and politicians. Katy was lost in her own little world, debating how to have fun with Ms. Ansell. Not only was she the best looking woman Katy knew, she probably had the best sex of any woman Katy would meet. This made her memories particularly enticing, plus Katy wanted to know everything about what type of man Ms. Ansell could land, how they treated her because of the way she looked, just everything. “What did she actually look like naked?” Katy needed to know. If she played her cards right, Katy might even get to see her body in person if she could convince the librarian.
Jumping in, Katy cross her fingers it would work this time, hoping the last try was just a onetime fluke. The library faded in, “MERIDITH” being displayed above the doors. “Hmm, she didn’t strike me as a Meridith.” Katy said while strolling up and into the library.
Katy wondered what her librarian would look like, especially after seeing Trisha’s, but she was not expecting this.
Ms. Ansell’s librarian, unlike the others, looked absolutely nothing like her on the outside. This librarian was much older, maybe late 50s, and was short with wrinkled skin and white hair pulled back into a bun. Her back arched as she hunched over the book, her hand shaking a bit as she wrote. This completely derailed Katy’s plan to seduce Ms. Ansell through her librarian.
Katy walked up to her, “Excuse me, are you Ms. Ansell’s librarian?”
“I am, Katy dear. What can I help you with?” the librarian replied.
No matter how much Katy tried, she just couldn’t bring herself to ask this kind old woman to show her where the books on sex were. It was just too much of an inappropriate question to ask a grandmother figure. Making small talk with the librarian, Katy ended up asking how she came to be interested in teaching history. “Well, you see, it’s an interesting story. I never wanted to teach anyone, but I thought I might find someone to be with if I worked my way up in the economics field.” Unsure where this story was going, Katy just nodded. “I’ve always had this thing for men who could overwhelm me, envelope me. I found it comforting being the student. So I kept going to school myself hoping I would find a man who, despite all my education, would still know more than me. Someone who would continue to correct me in every way.”
The old librarian sighed, looking off into the distance. Katy broke the quiet moment, “Wait. You’re telling me you like being wrong?”
“Not quite dear, I like being corrected. I find it... fascinating. I met a man once who said he could fix everything that was wrong with me. We shared several nights of passion, some of the best fond memories of my wild nights” she said, giggling to herself.
Katy was now bewildered at this old woman telling her how she got her jollies years ago.
“Ever since then, I’ve really been open to myself and desires. And that’s what you see on the outside.” The librarian concluded.
Katy thought about the situation, “Could I rent all the books you have on this class? As in all the knowledge you have on the topic. I want to be smarter than you.” The librarian grinned at such a situation, but replied, “I’m sorry, but you don’t meet the necessary requirements. You cannot rent that quantity at your present patron level.”
“What do you mean?” Katy pressed, the curiosity of this challenge now returning.
“You would need to rent 34 volumes of advanced narratives to be considered smarter than me at your current intelligence in the topic of government and economic.” Answered the librarian.
“Oh… wow.” Trying not to take that personally Katy answered. “Is there something else we can work out?”
“Well, there’s my overhead.” Ms. Ansell gestured to the corner room where an overhead projector sat. “The overhead is like a read aloud session, except it pushes information out instead of reliving it. I built it a couple years ago and it’s been collecting dust over there since then. You could say it was created in desperation.”
“You mean you show off pieces of your knowledge on this thing?” Katy asked, seeing how it fit right into her desires.
The librarian answer, “Yes, but I would lose the information while it’s on the projector, as it is not contained in a book at that time. I will re-bind the pages later. ”
Katy wanted to have fun with Ms. Ansell, so this was a step in the right direction. “Alright, so how do we do this? I just tell you what I want you to project and you do it?” Katy figured it was the same as when she compelled Amber’s librarian to do something similar.
“Basically, but as this is my projector, I require a fee to run it.”
“A fee?” Katy asked, wondering about a library’s currency.
The librarian explained, “You need to pay in books. The value of the books equals their worth.”
Katy stuck her head out the library’s doors, calling out, “Librarian!” As her own librarian appeared. “Hey, can you get me all the books in my outgoing cart, please?”
Moments later Katy approached Ms. Ansell’s librarian holding about 11 volumes worth of things she’d picked up from her classmates, mother, and the couple at the mall. “Will this be enough?” Katy asked, setting all the books down.
“I believe it will.” The librarian nodded.
Returning back to class, Katy waited for the show to start. She had spent so much time in the library that Ms. Ansell had started a short video to explain the Trans-Pacific Partnership and returned to sitting behind her desk. Katy was unsure how quickly it would start or how it would work, but either way, it would be “interesting… and sexy as hell” Katy thought to herself. Ms. Ansell crossed her legs leaning back in her chair, her legs extending out from behind the desk. Her mini-skirt wasn’t visible, so it was on the mind of everyone that if you imagined it right you could picture that she was bottomless behind the desk.
Ms. Ansell began to rock in the chair a bit, leaning back further each time. Her breasts bobbed, trying to escape at each rock back, only to be slammed back down with each repetition. Katy and Trisha, at their corner desks, could see that Ms. Ansell’s hands weren’t just calmly placed in her lap. In fact, Katy could just barely see Ms. Ansell was beginning to slide one of her hands into the band of her skirt, where her dress shirt was tucked in, when the video ended.
A student in the back flipped on the lights as Ms. Ansell sat up quickly, placing both hands on her desk. She stood up, a little anxious at resuming to her post. “Eh-hem. So who can tell me about the TPP?” She asked the class. Katy felt the small energy enter her, it was barely noticeable even when she was waiting for it. Raising her hand, Katy waited to be called on.
“Keith.” Ms. Ansell called out. Keith was a guy in the back who never answered anything, who admitted on the first day he only signed up to stare at Ms. Ansell for two hours. “The TPP is a free-trade agreement with 12 nations, from Malaysia to New Zealand to Chile.” Keith responded quickly.
Katy, along with the rest of the class, turned to look at Keith and his answer. Katy turned back to look at Ms. Ansell, was now a bit taken aback as well. She took a step back to lean on the desk behind her. Crossing her arms, she then asked, “What are the trades being decided on? Trenton.”
Another Ms. Ansell fan, “Agriculture, services, investment, government procurement, competition, environment, and labor.” Trenton said aloud, amazed at his own intelligence. “I guess I’m learning quite a bit.” He added on.
The class laughed, but not Ms. Ansell. Her breathing had become a bit heavier, deeper even.
“Trenton, you forgot about the telecommunications industry, e-commerce, textiles, customs, and intellectual properties. You dummy.” Said Tony, a friend of Trenton’s. The class, again, laughed at the simple responses.
Katy watched Ms. Ansell closely, she placed her hands behind her onto the desk, leaning back further onto it, her chest still heaving with each moment. The boys in the class were now starting to take notice, their dicks twitching whenever Ms. Ansell finally took a deep breath and swallowed to regain her composure.
“I think you’ve listed all of them, now for a difficult one. Who is Lori Wallach?” Ms. Ansell knew this wasn’t in the video when she asked it, so she knew nobody was going to get that she was… “Who is she, again?” Ms. Ansell panicked to herself.
A girl in the back, “Pshh. Lori is the director of Public Citizen’s Global Trade Watch. Come on Ms. Ansell, these are easy questions.” Ms. Ansell was getting hotter and hotter under her collar. She grabbed one end of her shirt and fanned it a bit onto her breasts and neck. She rubbed one hand onto the tops of her breasts, feeling them swell a bit with sensitivity.
Ms. Ansell turned her back to the class, not sure what was happening to her. Students were answering questions even she didn’t know the answers to as if they were something a child would know. She made her way over to a podium, dragging it to the center of the front of the room. It was wide enough it hid most of her body from the chest down, except for Katy and Trisha in the front corner of the room.
She continued to drill the class with questions, each time getting an answer that turned her on just a bit more.
Every correct word they uttered was like a tiny massage or flick along her body, slowly massaging up her legs, along her arms, down her chest, encircling her nipples. She had long since given in to the desire, her eyes now looking around the room to ask the tougher questions to the dumbest students.
“…Furthermore, organizations such as the WTO or IMF cannot control such currency manipulation, so some are calling upon the US to…” One student clamored on as Ms. Ansell’s eyes rolled back a bit as she finally felt the pleasuring rising up between her legs. She had finally been pushed to the point where it reached into her deepest place. She breathed in, choppily as her body fought back from the pleasure she was experiencing, “That’s-s, correct.” She managed, not sure if it was or not.
Several of the students had taken their phones out to record Ms. Ansell, secretly from under their desks or hiding in their arms. Ms. Ansell was far too distracted to notice the extra set of eyes on her. She was getting much warmer now after her volley of questions, so she removed her blouse, unbuttoning it slowly for all to indulge in.
She had a small dress shirt on underneath that had started to become a bit transparent where it clung to her body. Her black bra easily showing through, everyone could see how massive the cups were that held her tits.
Katy was convinced this wasn’t just the doing of her librarian, this had to something to do with what she did. This woman was practically getting off by asking questions and renting out the answers. It hit Katy finally when Ms. Ansell grabbed her phone and slid it into her left bra cup, clearly hoping it would go off to vibrate her on nipple. “Voyeurism… that’s just like what my…”
Katy’s mother’s fetish book was now being incorporated into Ms. Ansell’s own fetish dream and it was turning into this!
“Uh… Ah, I um…” Ms. Ansell struggled to find herself for the next question. Licking her lips, she glanced down her own cleavage, seeing her own breasts pushing out of the visible black bra, she grabbed the bottom of the dress shirt pulling it down more. The top button finally gave way, popping her chest out into view. Her breasts spilled over the bra, threatening to slide out of them at the slightest pull.
“Nice!” a couple boys in the back shouted. The girls gasped at what was happening, they too were hypnotized by the display.
Ms. Ansell stood, her body now on exhibition, her lust overloading her judgment, the god-like tits sprawling out from her clothes, her nipples managing to show through, the woman looked as if you could just blow on her and she would experience the largest orgasm of her life.
The class was almost over, if you could even consider this a class, and Katy had yet to answer a single question. What was supposed to be just her dominating Ms. Ansell turned into this class-bang.
“Last… question…” Ms. Ansell raised her hand to the class. “What are the four cross cutting issues being worked on by the USTR? Trisha, you haven’t answered a question today… would...” Ms. Ansell eyed Trisha up and down, getting caught up on her bra-less attire. “…would you please answer the question?”
Trisha sighed to the class, but her body betrayed her. Katy could clearly see that she too was turned on. Without a bra to hide anything, her nipples poked through her dress shirt and her face was flustered as she downloaded the correct answer directly from Ms. Ansell.
Trisha started to answer while she removed the denim jacket to hopefully cool down, “Regulatory coherence, competitiveness and business facilitation, small and medium enterprises… ” She set her jacket down onto the top of her bag, her breasts undoubtedly visible through the thin material of her shirt. Ms. Ansell’s eyes wondered down into her the massive cleavage that could potentially rival her own in a year or so. Her eyes getting lost into Trisha’s body while her mind was getting shocked by each and every word Trisha answered with.
Katy thought Ms. Ansell might make it to the end of class, she was practically drooling over Trisha’s response, but it wouldn’t be enough to push her over the edge. Trisha moved in her seat, uncrossing her legs, saying “and development” stressing that word, eyeing Ms. Ansell.
Ms. Ansell uncontrollably moaned in, her mouth letting out, “Ohh-h!” as she could no longer hold back. She stared between Trisha’s legs, up her mini-pleaded skirt, now revealing her shaved pussy. Trisha opened her legs a bit more, completely unaware of the idea of underwear and how it was now contributing to Ms. Ansell’s final performance. Ms. Ansell lost control, pushing one hand into her skirt the other ramming itself up into her shirt, firmly grasping her breasts. She leaned onto the podium, not once losing eye contact with Trisha. The class erupted with shock, no one leaving, staying to watch the outcome of this scene. The sound was defining, students yelling at excitement or disgust.
Katy turned from side to side, watching Ms. Ansell’s reaction to Trisha’s body. “You’re wearing a school girl uniform!” Katy whispered loudly to Trisha. Trisha looked down at herself, “Is that what she’s looking at?” oblivious to the buildup that got them to this point.
Ms. Ansell was not distracted by the sounds, she had finally succumbed to the craving, small orgasm after small orgasm, she rode each one with pleasure turning it into one massive moment. Continuing to rub her drooling pussy, splitting her fingers so her middle finger would slide inside her a little on each stroke, she caressed the outer lips with her other fingers, stopping at the top of each stroke to give her clitoris some attention. Her face now fully pushed sideways onto the podium, her hand riding her into thrusting her breasts into the wooden platform. Ms. Ansell’s mouth open, trying to breath at a pace her body needed, she lusted after Trisha flashing herself to her.
As the shock now turned into amazement, the class began to quiet to a murmur and Ms. Ansell continued to feel herself, occasionally shaking from an aftershock orgasm. Katy turned to look at the entire class, everyone staring at the depraved woman standing before them, her skirt down to her knees, an open shirt and bra that no longer contained her glorious breasts.
Katy blinked, shook her head and spun around. She was back in the white plane. Confused, she called for her librarian. She did not appear.
Katy ran up to her own library and entered. “Librarian! Where are you!?” she shouted.
Her librarian stood up from behind the counter, “Sorry, I was cataloging.”
“You scared me! What happened, why am I here?” She inquired.
“Oh… I hope you don’t mind, but I requested you here. I know it’s unorthodox for me to pull you here, but we received a donation! That’s what I was busy with when you arrived. I hoped to have had it read before you arrived, but I was unable, I apologize.” Her librarian explained.
“We got a donation? Isn’t that when somebody drops off a book for you?” Katy asked puzzled.
The librarian nodded her head, “Yes, and this one was about Ms. Ansell. It’s a good read so far. She’s a very average teacher with no specific qualities that make her unique. Her class was average with few memories.”
“No, no, that’s not right, I mean, yes, it is I remember it being that way, but no… what about her orgasming in front of the class?! That’s memorable!” Katy protested.
“This book is the updated version of your classroom experiences, version 2 if you would.” The librarian retorted.
“No, I don’t want this donation. Take it back. Give it away.” Katy demanded.
The librarian looked defeated, “We’re… we’re not accepting the donation?”
This took Katy by surprise. She didn’t want to hurt her librarian by taking away this seemingly precious donation, but she didn’t want it. “Can we accept it, but maybe not call it version 2? Maybe just consider it a spin-off or fan fiction of first version?”
Gleaming with happiness, “We can certainly do that! Thank you for reconsidering!” the librarian said.
Katy left the library, returning back to reality just as Ms. Ansell’s class let out, all the students filing out as normal, from their perfectly normal class where nothing exciting ever happened. Katy turned to see Ms. Ansell sitting at her desk, her heavy chest still heaving up and down with each breath. Her clothing had been put back into their rightful places, but her body still showed signs of sex.
Starting to leave the room with Trisha, Katy asked, “Are you jealous of Ms. Ansell?”
Trisha turned to Katy, “Why would I be jealous of someone so average? I have nothing to be jealous of.”
Katy paused before leaving, letting all the other students out, leaving just her and Ms. Ansell.
“So there’s someone else…” Katy said eyeing Ms. Ansell, who was staring at the empty classroom in post-sex bliss. Katy jumped into her library, not sure what to expect.
There in the white plane she didn’t find a library, but just a single page that had some scribbling on it:
“Find the Curator.”
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I hope you enjoyed reading Lesson Learned! A second volume is in the works, but won't be out for quite some time.
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And now i can't wait till' volume 2! Great work, Snapple!
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