I walked into the beautiful old building. As I passed through the bold and intimidating double doors I felt the cool air blasting down on me, a relief in this heat. Summer was in full bloom and I was dressed to 'beat the heat' in typical teenaged style.
My long curly hair was up in a messy bun. Wisps of soft black curls artfully displayed to their best advantage, framed my beautifully tanned face. A silver chopstick sporting a shiny bejewelled dragonfly held my long hair in place.
I lifted my sunglasses off my lovely 'black as sin' eyes and perched them on top of my head. My long thick lashes kissed my checks as I closed my eyes in relief.
I breathed in the wonderfully cold air. My full lips, slightly larger than most, blew out a refreshed breath. My nipples peaked as the cold air blasted into them turning my head lights on. My tiny white tank top offered no defence from the cold air.
I wore a low riding pink, white and black plaid mini quilt that just covered me. My dangly belly piercing glittered in the subdued light, drawing attention to my flat trim tummy. Tanned and toned, my tiny waist seemed impossibly small in the outfit I wore.
My sexy ass was hidden, albeit barely, from view but my long sexy legs alluded to it with careless ease.
My feet were clad in barely there black flip flops. My manicured toenails were painted the same loud pink as my skirt to match. I wiggled my toes in delight causing my silver toe ring to sparkle.
I was a beautiful girl and I knew it. And, although I displayed my assets in a way that drew attention to my body, much to the disappointment of my parents (but at 18 there was not much they could do about it). I was however, as far from the slut I presented myself to be.
I flashed my library card to get passed security and delighted in the glances my outfit garnered me from the sexy guard. Mind you my hard nipples jutting out through my lacy bra brought my beautiful full D cups vividly to life and they were on full, unashamed display in my barely there top. I smiled at him as I passed.
I loved this old place. Looking around I took in its sweeping elegant style. Massive maple wood carved shelves lined the perimeter of the large room. But as huge as the bookshelves were they fell far short of the twenty foot ceilings, where big lazy fans hung at intervals moving the air in the room.
Books filled the shelves almost to overflowing. At every ten feet the shelves ended and a floor to ceiling window took its place! Sunlight fell in long lines from each beautiful pane. Every window had a massive fern or spider plant hanging in it and it added to the life filling this place.
Large rolling ladders with wide steps could be seen around provided to aid patrons in retrieving books off the high upper shelves.
The center of the room was maze like in its design. Row upon row of the same bookshelves split up the interior disturbed only by the huge pillars that dotted the room and the small nooks that were created all over the library.
Semi private oasis's with grand wing back chairs for curling up with a good book and low study tables. Others had little maple wood desk Computer stations for use by the patrons.
Off to the far left were several rows of sturdy tables and chairs in the same wood for research and study group use. The library was on low light hours for the afternoon to help conserve energy so the dim lighting added to the cool lazy atmosphere.
Working my way to the very back far right corner of the room I drew quiet stares from the men as I passed by. It was nice but I had my heart set on one male in particular.
As I made my way through the library I allowed my mind to wander. I was in love with my math teacher, Mr. Thorton, and had been all the way through high school. I'd had him for math every year and every year I loved him more. Sadly this was my last year with him as I had been denied a victory lap. I was set to leave for college in the fall.
A memory of him flooded into my mind.
~'A lock of his blond hair worn slightly longer than was acceptable, had fallen into his eyes as he cocked his head to stare at me. His dreamy bedroom eyes catching mine as he stared. He was sexy, rugged and huge!
I could feel my panties getting wet as he maintained prolonged eye contact with me. His direct gaze pinning me still. Visions of me masturbating to this very scenario caused me to get even wetter. His sexy voice brought me back to the classroom. "Allyssa."
I jumped and blinked. "Yes sir?" "I'd like to see you after class please." His eyes never left my face. I thought quickly of anything I had to do right after class but nothing came to mind. It was the last part of my last class. "Y...yes Sir." I squeaked. Satisfied with my response, He just smiled and lowered his head.
My mind was racing and I knew I couldn't focus on my math questions so I put them away. What did he want to see me for? Was I in trouble? I didn't think so because I hadn't done anything wrong that I knew of. I was getting straight A's so I knew it wasn't my grades. I worried my way through the next 15 minutes of class.
I thought briefly of the frequency in which I would look up and find Mr Thortons eyes on me in the last few months. It would always turn me on and I started having sexual fantasies revolving around having hot sweaty sex with my teacher.
I started wearing more revealing clothes, desperate for any attention I could get from him. I wasn't a virgin but I may as well be. I had only been with one guy and only a couple times. He wasn't very well endowed and didn't really know what to do so both attempts were wholly unsatisfactory. I gave up dating boys my age and fixated all my considerable attention onto Mr Thorton.