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, 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; she 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 9:00 AM on the dot, 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 realized that she had to start at the bottom and work her way upward.
Sister Mary then asked with a slight smile, “All right now Jane, do you think you can handle all that?” Jane realized 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 realized 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 had 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 realized 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, realizing 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 colored 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 had 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 curvaceous 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 her 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 delirium, 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 accidentally 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 visualized Sister Mary swinging her body over hers, placing a leg each side of her head and presenting her with her warm, wet, and throbbing cunt. Jane imagined Sister Mary bending her head to her, eagerly lapping up her juices, her tongue dancing over Jane’s clitoris, sending shivers of delight through her. She felt herself bucking her hips, urging the fantasy Sister Mary to go deeper, faster, to consume her completely.
The bathwater swirled around her, mirroring the storm building within. Jane’s fingers, still mimicking the imagined actions, plunged deeper, finding the sensitive nub and rubbing it with frantic urgency. The image of Sister Mary’s face, softened by pleasure, her habit askew, consumed Jane’s mind. She moaned, a soft, guttural sound, as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her, far more potent than any she’d felt before. Her legs trembled, her body arched, and a final, powerful spasm gripped her, leaving her breathless and utterly spent, floating in the warm water.
As the aftershocks subsided, Jane lay there, the steam swirling around her, a new sense of peace settling over her. The encounter with Sister Mary, and the subsequent fantasy, had unlocked something within her. It wasn’t just about the physical release; it was the revelation of a different kind of desire, a curiosity about connection and passion with another woman. The stern, veiled librarian had, unknowingly, opened a door to a side of Jane she hadn’t known existed.
She eventually rose from the bath, wrapped herself in a towel, and looked at her reflection. Her eyes were bright, her lips slightly swollen from her passionate imaginings. The conservative suit lay discarded on the floor, but the silk lingerie still felt like a second skin. It was still her, but a new, more adventurous Jane. She smiled, a truly mischievous grin this time. Her first day at the Catholic High School library had been far more enlightening than she could have ever anticipated. And she couldn’t wait for tomorrow. She had a feeling Sister Mary’s office, and perhaps more, held many more secrets to uncover.
