Jenella's Fire

Jenella's Fire
Chapter 2


Jenella yawned and stretched as she awoke, only then opening her eyes. Instead of her little cottage, or even the library, a stone ceiling with enormous wooden beams far above her head greeted her. Jenella sat bolt upright and looked around. This is definitely not home or the library, she thought, as she took in her surrounds. Confusion was initially her predominant emotion. Half expecting to wake up properly from an unusually realistic dream, Jenella stood up. Nothing about it felt like a dream, though, even if her mind did its best to convince her that it must be a dream!

A large table stood at one end of the hall – if a hall was what it was – with only a single bowl placed on it. Little other furniture was to be seen, other than a few tapestries hung up on the walls beside lit torches in sconces, or freestanding torches burning brightly. Jenella noticed a huge fireplace behind the table, but with no fire burning within. Above the fireplace hung a shield with crossed swords above it. The heraldry on the shield was unfamiliar to her, even though she was familiar with all the heraldry in the land. Windows along one side of the hall let in bright sunshine, although there was a slight chill in the air. Jenella stood, transfixed for a moment, as she watched dust particles dance and swirl through a ray of light streaming through one of the windows.

I don’t know what this is, but it’s not a dream, thought Jenella.

A large double door stood at the opposite end of the hall, so being the only exit, Jenella made her way to it. After placing her ear to the door and hearing nothing, she tentatively gave it a yank and opened it. Instead of something strange and wondrous to greet her, or perhaps something dark and dangerous, nothing more exciting than a simple hallway opened up before her. With no idea of what else to do, Jenella left the hall and went in search of answers.

Another door led to another hallway, which in turn led to another door and yet another hallway. Finally, giving up the idea of listening at closed doors, Jenella flung open the latest set of doors… to be greeted by a room full of naked or semi-naked people.

Jenella’s hands flew up to her mouth in embarrassment, but not just at all the nudity; it was what they were doing that brought the biggest blush to her face. Almost everyone was having sex, sometimes with two people at a time. One woman was even lying on a cot-like bed surrounded by several men standing over her, masturbating. As she watched, globs of cum from first one man, then a second one, splashed over her breasts and face. Even though she quickly looked away, a part of her wanted to keep watching, causing her to blush redder than ever.

Sex was in every direction she looked, though, so there was no reprieve for her overstimulated mind. And it wasn’t just the sights, either; sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, of moans and groans – and even the odd scream – carried around the room. Voices were begging to be fucked harder, or to keep doing whatever they were doing; some voices were in languages she’d never heard before.

The sensible – prudish? – part of her mind almost shouted at her to turn around and leave this place of debauchery! However, the fascinated, and undeniably excited, part of her caused her to stay. Being a librarian, and one with access to rare and unusual books, meant she’d come across a number of erotic books over the years, and something she would never have told another living soul is that sometimes she would stay late at the library, closed up and dark, except for a lamp burning on a desk in the backroom, and she would read them. Not only would she read them but she would quietly masturbate, too nervous to make much of a sound, even there, lest someone, somehow overheard. She would imagine that it was her the handsome gentleman was making love to in the field under the tree, or in the huge bed in the palace. It was only during those times that she would allow herself to fantasise in such a way, since doing so often made her think too much about her own life and how it was seemingly draining away, like sand through an hourglass.

Occasionally, the erotic books she would hide away in the backroom contained a few drawings of the acts being described, but only occasionally were they drawn with any genuine skill; this was the first time she’d ever seen real people having sex, and it was undeniably more amazing and exciting than even her imagination had been able to conjure up!

Her eyes flittered from one couple – or group – to the next, wanting to take it all in, yet still wanting to look away. Her wetness grew worse by the second, drenching her underwear; the tingling invited her fingers to explore, but she dared not. So focused was she on the writhing bodies that she wasn’t immediately aware of the figure that disengaged itself from the action and began walking towards her. It wasn’t until he was half way to her that she noticed him, noticed how his muscles were coated in a sheen of sweat, noticed how his large, thick, hard member and large balls swung back and forwards as he walked, noticed how his eyes were fixed squarely on hers.

The blush, which had begun to subside, blazed anew, causing her face to feel as if it was burning. Never before had she seen someone look at her with such fiery passion blazing so clearly in their eyes. She was tempted to look over her shoulder, just to make sure there was no one standing directly behind her, but she knew he only had eyes for her. Why that was, she didn’t know. ‘Plain’ was usually the best description she would use for herself.

“Welcome,” said the stranger, stopping so close to her that his large penis came close to touching her.

“What… what is this place?” she said, resisting the almost overpowering temptation to look down to see just how close his member was to her.

“This is a place of pleasure, a place to truly let yourself go and open up to all your fantasies, whatever they may be, no matter how dark or unusual.”

“I don’t have… fantasies,” she said, unconvincingly.

The naked gentleman gave her a look that said ‘I know better than that’. “Everyone has fantasies, my dear; not everyone acknowledges them, though, and even fewer truly explore them. This is your chance.”

Jenella tore her gaze away from his piercing green eyes and looked behind him, at the looks of sheer joy and even ecstasy on the faces of the people pleasuring each other. The tingling was becoming maddening, begging for her fingers to relieve the itch… or maybe something other than fingers. Now Jenella did look down, and the cock was even more impressive seen from above. The urge to grab it was surprisingly strong.

“You can have it, Jenella; you can have all of this. Join me?”

The fact that he knew her name didn’t escape her attention, but when she looked up into his beautiful eyes, she saw nothing there other than passion… passion for her.

“But… why me? There are plenty of beautiful women here that you could easily have. Why me?”

He smiled. “Because that’s why,” he replied.

Jenella frowned in confusion. “I don’t understand.”

“Because you really don’t know what you’ve got hidden away under all that. You wear the least flattering clothes you can find, because they’re comfortable, you tell yourself. Because you can hide behind them, is the real reason. You hide because you’re scared, scared of opening yourself up to the possibility of pain and rejection. But isn’t this the ultimate pain and rejection? It’s you that has rejected everyone else, not the other way around. It’s you that’s rejected the idea of happiness; it never gave up on you. Oh I know you think books alone are enough to make you happy, but are they really?”

The man’s gaze seemed to penetrate to the very depths of her soul, so she knew it was pointless to argue; he would know she was lying, she was sure of it.

“And your long hair is always done up in a bun. Why? Why don’t you cut it off if you don’t like it? You don’t because there’s a tiny part of you that still hopes that the handsome gentleman of your stories rides in, sees through your cover, and sweeps you off your feet. Now it’s time to let your hair down, Jenella.”

And with that, he reached up and soon had her hair released, which fell down to her shoulder blades. It instantly changed the way she looked, transforming her from fairly plain to attractive.

“An improvement already,” said the naked gentleman. “But I think we can go further still…” Almost before she realised what he was going to do, he had already started undoing buttons on her blouse. Jenella blushed again. She’d never been naked in front of someone since becoming an adult! Instead of slapping his hand away, though, she let him continue his task.

In no time, he’d undone all the buttons, removed the blouse and dropped it on the floor. “My my my, they certainly are beauties. I can’t believe you’ve kept them all to yourself for so long.” Jenella’s blush deepened as she watched him hungrily admiring her ample breasts. It made her pussy tingle all the more.

The man suddenly cupped her breasts, before running his thumbs over each nipple. Jenella gasped at the touch, sending a jolt running through her body. She’d played with her own breasts before, and it had always given her pleasure, but feeling the warm, strong hands of a man… that was different, very different! An animalistic rumble of approval told her he approved of them, unexpectedly giving her more pleasure.

Without saying another word, the sexy stranger quickly undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Hooking his thumbs in her underwear, they were quickly pulled down. Never before had Jenella felt so exposed, so utterly naked!

Watch people point and laugh now, said her nasty inner voice. Yet no one did. In fact, the only person paying her any attention was the stranger that had disrobed her, and the look on his face was of pure longing, longing for her. Jenella looked down at his groin to see his cock still just as hard and erect as it was when he’d first approached her.

Oh god, I want that inside me so badly, she thought, almost picturing it entering her, causing the maddening tingling to get even worse. As she looked up, she saw him smiling at her, as if reading her thoughts, an idea she didn’t dismiss. He held a hand out to her, which she took. Wrapping his strong fingers around hers, he led her towards the mass of writhing bodies.

When they arrived at a soft looking rug, he stopped and turned around, immediately pulling her close to him. She felt his hard member pressing against her, but that thought was almost lost when she felt his lips press against hers. The kissing was hungry and urgent, tongues licking and probing. She wasn’t sure how much time passed, but she was jarred back to reality when he stopped.

“On your hands and knees,” he said quietly but with authority. Jenella complied, knowing what was coming next.

As she got down and waited, excitement pulsated throughout her body in anticipation. She didn’t have to wait long, though, as she felt him kneel down behind her and place a hand on a cheek of her arse. A slight pause was followed by the feel of the large head of his penis press against her, before slowly pushing inside.

Jenella gasped at the feel of herself opening up to accept him inside her body, the first time a man had ever entered her. As he slid every inch inside her, she moaned with pleasure at the amazing and truly wonderful feeling of being full, but in a way she’d never experienced before. She’d expected pain, but none was forthcoming.

Soon both of his strong hands gripped her hips, pulling her towards his hips as he thrust into her. Jenella moaned at the feel of him pumping in and out of her, increasingly faster and harder. The sound of his body slapping against hers only added to her pleasure, as well as the wet sounds that were made as his cock plunged into her body.

Jenella looked over her shoulder so she could see the expression on his face, which was one of pleasure and concentration. Knowing that it was her giving him pleasure only heightened her excitement.

As the pleasure grew, she couldn’t believe she’d missed out on this for so long! Sure, she’d given herself pleasure, but this was a very different experience indeed. The fingers of the man whose name she still had no clue of dug into her hips to gain a better grip. Her entire body jarred violently with each powerful thrust.

Jenella closed her eyes, absorbing the joy and ecstasy of the moment, when a hand on the back of her head caused her to open them. Waving in front of her face was the erect penis of another man. The hand gently lifted her head up, and when she opened her mouth in surprise, the cock was immediately pushed passed her lips and into her mouth. Both of his hands were then placed on her head, holding it tightly as he began to thrust his hips, pushing his member deeper and deeper into her mouth and down her throat with each thrust.

Never before had she had a cock in her mouth, but she now found herself taking the entire length of one down her throat. Jenella only had a moment to wonder at it before being utterly swept up in the duel pleasures of being fucked from both ends.

The man’s heavy balls slapped against her chin, just as the equally large balls of the man behind her slapped against her body. The twin pleasures were too much for her, and she soon felt the grip of an orgasm tighten its hold over her. The cock buried down her throat stifled the cry that would have otherwise came loud and clear.

While her own orgasm began to subside, the man behind her increased his pace yet more, before uttering an animal-like growl as he emptied his seed inside her. The man fucking her mouth lasted a bit longer, but he too soon cried out as he starting pumping cum down her throat. Jenella swallowed eagerly and hungrily, wanting to devour every last drop.

By now, the man behind her had withdrawn, and when the man in front of her did likewise, she looked over her shoulder to find him gone. She couldn’t help feeling a pang of disappointment – and perhaps even a hint of jealousy – to see him already passionately kissing another woman.

Jenella sat on the floor a moment, looking around at the bodies engaged in sex of all kinds. The old familiar feelings of loneliness and isolation began to descend over her again. She stood up and looked around, wondering what to do and where to go. At least back home, when she began to feel that way, she always had either the little cottage, or more often than not, her library to retreat to. And it was her library! She knew that without it, her life would be utterly without point.

Tears threatened to prick her eyes, and standing there utterly naked only made her feelings of loneliness worse. The pure ecstasy of being powerfully fucked by two men at once began to evaporate from her mind, as the comfortable old emotions proceeded to replace it.

The only place she knew to go to was back the way she came, so with her eyes fixed on her pile of clothes still strewn about the floor, Jenella made her way to them. However, before she made it even half way, strong hands grabbed her waist from behind, forcing her to stop in her tracks. Those same strong hands slid up her stomach to her breasts and proceeded to rub, massage and pinch the soft flesh and nipples. Jenella closed her eyes as pleasure enveloped her.

One of his hands left her breast and began to gently but firmly push down on her back. The man – whoever he was – immediately thrust inside her, forcing a cry of surprise and pleasure from her lips. With both hands now on her hips, the stranger proceeded to fuck her hard, swiftly bringing back those recent feelings of ecstasy and forcibly shoving aside the loneliness.

Her body shook with each thrust, each one shaking loose a moan louder than any she’d permitted herself to utter at home or the library. A small, tenacious part of her mind still tried convince her that she should bite her lip lest someone hear her, but that voice was getting quieter with every thrust.

With her hands on her knees, Jenella closed her eyes and allowed herself to become swept up in the feeling of pure pleasure; the fact that she didn’t know what the guy fucking her looked like didn’t even bother her. She didn’t care! All that mattered was the hard cock ramming into her aching wetness, over and over again, and the strong hands on her hips, holding tightly, as if claiming ownership over her, if only temporarily.

A distant part of her mind acknowledged that she should have been disgusted with herself for feeling pleasure at a man claiming ownership over her, for any length of time, but the fact was, it excited her! At least it did right there and then, with him violently pounding into her body, causing pleasure never experienced before to radiate out to the very tips of her fingers and toes. Maybe in the cold light of day she would feel differently, but in that moment, she didn’t; she wanted to be possessed!

Another orgasm rippled through her body, causing her knees to buckle, but the strong hands on her hips held her firmly in place, preventing her from collapsing on the floor in an embarrassed, if pleasured, heap. The guy fucking her, though, didn’t let up. Jenella briefly contemplated glancing over her shoulder to see just who it was fucking her, but decided against it; she knew full well that the man in her mind’s eye was likely to be more attractive than the one actually behind her. Besides, she couldn’t deny the thrill of not knowing.

It wasn’t long, though, before he let out a grunt or two to signal his own orgasm. A moment later, he withdrew and was gone. Without looking back, Jenella continued on to her clothes, this time without any feelings of loneliness. Still, she didn’t immediately pick them up. Instead, she turned around to look again at all the writhing bodies, each one lost in their own world of pleasure. In spite of the recent sex and several orgasms, she still felt a tingle in her pussy at the most amazing sight she’d ever laid eyes on.

A hand gently came down on her right shoulder, startling her. A quick glance revealed the identity of the person; although the cowl was still in place, she recognised the stranger from the library.

“You need to leave,” he said in his deep, smooth voice.

“Leave? And go back where? The library? The University of… whatever it’s called? What’s waiting there for me? A husband and children? No… loneliness, and nothing more. Not even friends, not real friends. The only person that comes even vaguely close to being a friend is… um… I can’t remember her name at the moment, but even she I wouldn’t call a friend, just somebody I speak to on a semi-regular basis.” Jenella felt tears prick her eyes as she realised how empty her life truly was.

“What’s the name of the university you work at?” said the stranger, surprising her with such an odd question.

“What? Why the hell does that matter?”

“Just answer the question. What’s the name of the university?”

Jenella sighed. “Fine, if it’ll make you feel better. It’s the University of…um… okay, let me think… the University of…” She clicked her fingers, as if that would kick start her memory.

“You can’t remember, can you? What’s the name of your almost-friend?”

Jenella stared intently at a wall, as if the name would suddenly appear there. However, no name appeared, there or in her mind. “I… I can’t remember.” Jenella looked into the gloom of the stranger’s cowl. “I can’t remember. I know I should be able to remember those things!” When Jenella got frustrated, she generally got angry, and now she was getting angry.

“If you stay here much longer, you’ll soon forget that you were ever a librarian, and before too long you’ll forget that any place other than right here ever existed.”

Jenella continued to stare at the spot where his eyes would be if she could see them. “Have you told me your name, because I’ve forgotten it if you have.”

The stranger smiled. “Actually no, I didn’t tell you that. It’s Roland. And now we need to go.”

Jenella turned around to gaze once more at all the naked flesh and see the myriad expressions on so many faces. “Are they all trapped here?”

“Yes. At various points in time, they’ve all touched that book and ended up trapped here.”

“They’ve all touched that book? But it’s been in my library for… I have no idea how long. How could they have all touched it?”

“That book is very old, and hasn’t always resided in your little library.”

“So… how long have they been here for?” Jenella couldn’t believe any of them had been here for too long, since none of them looked old.

“Some of them have been here a very long time indeed. They never age, they never get hungry or sick or want anything other than sex.”

“Can’t you help them?”

“No, it’s too late for them. But it’s not too late for you, although only if we leave now. I know you’re contemplating whether you should stay or go, that you have nothing there for you, but you’re wrong. As they say, ‘life is what you make of it’, and you’ve consciously chosen to make nothing of it, but the choice to actually do something with your life is yours to make, and it’s never too late.”

Jenella watched all the people, prisoners without knowing it, or apparently even caring. No cares, no worries… but also, no life at all, no matter how long they lived for. While some of that appealed to her, it would to all intents and purposes be like being dead, and whatever else she might want, being dead wasn’t one of them.

“You can take me home, Roland, but only if you remove that cowl; I want to see your eyes.”

Roland hesitated, but Jenella could see a hint of a smiling playing on his lips. After a short pause, Roland nodded slightly and slid back the cowl.

She was half expecting some hideous surprise, but apart from the scar on his face, there was nothing terrible to be seen. Indeed, the opposite was true. She could now see that his eyes were blue and beautiful, although there was something behind those eyes. Great age, great wisdom? She wasn’t sure, but if it was great age then it didn’t show on his face, which, apart from the scar and stubble, was smooth. Even the scar only helped to enhance his attractiveness, not detract from it.

Roland smiled. “May we leave now?”

“We may, although I need to get dressed first.”

“No. Just grab your clothes, you can redress in the library.” This time, there was no smile on his face, and a hint of urgency in his voice made Jenella realise that it really was time to leave. Jenella hastily scooped up her clothes and hurried out of the hall, closely trailing Roland.

“Roland, there was a guy back there who… well, he seemed to know me or at least have some kind of insight. How could he if their memories and everything else fade away?”

“Some people there get an insight, as you put it, into the minds of new recruits, although that only lasts as long as the minds of the new recruits are still intact, and not all of them have it. Although I guess I should call them inmates rather than recruits.”

“I see,” she said, although she wasn’t sure if she did, not entirely. Soon, though, Roland burst through double doors and strode into the hall she originally woke up in.

“Also,” continued Roland, “they tend to be able to… do things there that you might not be able to achieve or experience in the real world.” Jenella thought back to there being no pain at all on being penetrated for the first time, and also being able to take the entire length of a good sized cock in her mouth; she thought she knew what he was getting at.

Jenella was half expecting some kind of magical-looking door to be open somewhere in the hall, perhaps in one of the walls or even in the middle of the room, but nothing looked any different. A whiff of panic began to swirl around her.

Roland walked over to one of the floor length tapestries that hung on a wall. Jenella watched as he placed both hands on it and began to whisper in a language that sounded like it might have been the same one he’d used before. In a moment, the tapestry turned white, as if a bright light shone from within. “Hurry,” he said, standing to one side and beckoning to her. After a moment’s hesitation, Jenella approached the strange tapestry… and stepped into it.

The next conscious thought Jenella had was, where am I? It didn’t take long to realise she was lying on a floor with her head resting in Roland’s lap.

“Welcome back,” he said, giving her a reassuring smile. “How do you feel?”

A quick look around showed that she was in the small backroom of the library. “I ah… I think I feel okay,” although if she was to be honest, she really wasn’t sure. “Did… did all that really happen?”

Roland nodded in response, but suddenly looked serious. “It did indeed. But I have a question for you. What’s the name of the university you work at?”

Jenella smiled. “That would be the University of Reaverswick. And in case you’re wondering, the name of my almost-friend is Chanista.”

“Well done,” he said, smiling again.

As she began to sit up, it became immediately obvious that she was still naked. With a squeal of shock, Jenella clamped one hand over her breasts and the other over her crotch.

“I fear it is a little too late for that, my lady,” Roland said, grinning.

Jenella realised that was very true, and it even seemed a little silly to be that prudish after everything she’d just experienced. If she could let strange men fuck her without even looking at them, then having Roland look at her naked body was surely no big deal.

After a moment’s hesitation, Jenella removed her hands, although not without some internal protest from the nasty part of her mind; What if he laughs?

But he didn’t laugh. As she stood up, she glanced at him and noticed him looking at her body with what looked very much like admiration, or perhaps even lust.

“What are you going to do with the book?” she asked trying to look and sound casual.

“I’ll take it away and put it somewhere safe, where no one else will ever come into contact with it. It’ll be safe with me; I’ve been searching for it far too long to let it fall into the wrong hands again.”

Jenella nodded, although she really didn’t care about the book, not at that moment. Instead, she moved to the desk up against one wall and bent over it, poking out her naked rear end, making out she was reading something on the desktop. As subtly as she could manage, she wiggled her behind from side to side, seeing if he would take the bait.

After a moment, Jenella felt a hand come to rest on one cheek of her arse, then another one on the other cheek. No words were spoken by either of them as she felt his hands gently rub the cheeks. She closed her eyes, barely daring to breathe or move lest she break the spell.

Something gently touched the lips of her pussy, and it took her a moment to realise that it was actually his tongue. A moan escaped her as his tongue expertly licked the lips, flicking across them, licking up and down the slit and over her clitoris. Her moans quickly grew as he licked, her pleasure rising with each passing second.

Her orgasm arrived quickly, surprising her with its suddenness and short but sharp intensity. Roland continued licking for a moment longer, but he soon stopped. Jenella didn’t have to wait long, though; in a moment, she felt something press against her pussy, and knew immediately that it was his cock.

She was afraid to look over her shoulder at him fucking her, as if the mere sight of her face would be enough to cause him to stop. She knew it was silly, and the remains of her old negative thoughts, but sometimes negativity dies hard.

As he slid inside her, this time she felt a few seconds of a little discomfort. His slow, steady, deep thrusts gave her time to get used to it, though, and the pain was soon replaced by pleasure. It also made it quite difficult to keep having negative thoughts! Instead, she closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling, different somehow from the feelings she’d encountered in that… other place.

Jenella couldn’t put her finger on it, but this felt more real somehow than in that other weird place; it certainly felt better! The fact that his cock was clearly of a good size only helped matters. As Roland increased his pace, Jenella’s pleasure also increased. This time, she looked over her shoulder, to see him holding onto her hips and looking down as his long, thick cock slide in and out of her body. It was, without doubt, the sexiest, most erotic sight she’d ever seen, even including all she had seen in that other place.

This man, she thought, this sexy, strange, mysterious man is fucking me! Out of all the women he could undoubtedly make love to, it’s me he’s chosen! Oh god, I don’t want him to ever stop.

While there was a certain naughtiness and excitement about not know just who it was that was fucking you, there was no doubt in Jenella’s mind that seeing the sexy man fucking you was a lot better!

Roland increased his pace further, and was soon pounding into Jenella hard, banging the table up against the wall with each thrust. While the long, slow, deep thrusts were tremendously satisfying, the deep, hard, powerful thrusts were on a different level. Jenella’s moans grew in volume, louder than she ever would have dared if she’d been consciously thinking about it. But she was far too swept up in the experience to be even aware of how loud she was getting.

Another orgasm soon held Jenella in its pleasurable embrace, but Roland continued for a time longer, before letting out a series of grunts as he pumped his seed inside her. Exhausted, Jenella stayed slumped over the table for several moments, basking in the post coital bliss she’d read about so often in the past. The only thing missing was she wasn’t lying down, and there was no strong arms holding her.

Jenella stood up and turned around… to find an empty room. Not caring that she was still naked, she hurried out of the room and looked around, but could find him nowhere. With a sense of loss and sadness, Jenella turned and went back into the backroom. The semen that had begun to trickle down her inner thighs only helped to heighten her feeling of loss.

That’s stupid, she thought, he wasn’t mine to loose anyway! You need to snap out of it and move on.

As Jenella cleaned herself up and got dressed, suddenly the restrictive clothes that did such an effective job of hiding everything felt a bit too restrictive. I can either go back to the dull and boring life I was leading before, or I can start making some changes and actually start experiencing life, before it’s too late. The decision was an easy one. The thought of just going back to that tedious, depressing life sent shivers down her spine. She couldn’t do that, not after all she’d just experienced. She looked down at the clothes she was now dressed in. Suddenly the idea of actually showing off a bit of flesh didn’t seem so bad. The new fire in her burned with a flame brighter than the candle in her little shack ever could.

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People she passed in the following days couldn’t help notice the genuine smile on her face, and the cheery greetings she gave them. Some were surprised to find her even stop to have a conversation with them. She still wore her old clothes, though, since it took a bit of time to alter, and to buy some new ones. Finally, though, she felt confident enough to step out in her new wardrobe.

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At first, the student that saw her didn’t recognise the woman walking towards him. She wore a knee length skirt (the shortest that could be worn in decent society), an impressive cleavage on show and long hair that framed a pretty face. It wasn’t until she got closer that he realised it was the librarian!

“Good morning,” she said cheerily, flashing him a smile he’d never seen before.

“Ah… good morning, miss,” he stammered, hoping he didn’t sound too puzzled.

A few moments after she passed him, the student stopped and turned, to see the librarian looking over her shoulder, staring back at him. Before he could turn back around and continue on his way – embarrassed at being caught out – she winked at him, before she herself turned back around and continued on her way. The student stayed staring after her until she disappeared from sight.

The end.