Warning: contains non-con, anal fingering, public sex, fellatio.
It was late, the buses running from school had stopped running and Nest was dreading the idea of hiring a ride-share for the third time that week. She'd barely been able to reconcile the previous two expenses as there truly wasn't any other way to get her work done than staying late in the library for access to the books and the printers. She had her allowance of pages from the college and damned if she wasn't going to use each and every one of them before being forced to use her own precious printer ink. Her eyes glazed over, there was a text from dad waiting on her phone that she steadfastly ignored. He knew how busy she would be, he could wait.
Three years of this all, so far. She'd skipped ahead at sixteen without knowing just what she would be missing out on by the time she became nineteen. Overnight she'd gone from being the smartest person around, including teachers she might add if she were the type to brag, to just over average for her peers and stringy at that. Three years later she finally looked like a freshman and she was nearly done with her first degree. The illusion of effortless competence had gone on day after day, week after week without faltering except in the compulsory physical education credits she'd gotten out of the way right away. Sitting there in pigtails, with her vest and her long skirt over dark stockings, she put forward the very prim, near regal air she wanted without the nerves poking through to the surface.
Over in the corner, some jock and his arm candy flirted oddly late into the night. Strange enough for them to be in the library at all, but as Nest had learned with no small amount of shock, the idiots found on campus were a different breed from the idiots she'd left behind in high school; for one reason or another they'd wanted to be here and they passed the exams the same as anyone else. The only other person there was the elder underclassman in the upstairs reading room who was waiting either for everyone else to leave or for it to be late enough to kick them out and lock up for the night. Nest might have become friends with her, she thought, until she spoke to her... At times even the jocks seemed more friendly.
It was late enough, Nest packed up her things and went to return a ten-cent pen to the front desk. She barely noticed the flash of golden hair as some woman turned the corner and left through the front doors; it was weird that she hadn't noticed the woman come in when there were so few of them present in the first place...
Smashed in among the other pamphlets was a stack of them that raised hair and made Nest flee, face flushed.
It was nearly sacrilege, putting something like that right out in the open where anyone could see it... even if anyone who could have seen it was an adult... Still, you weren't supposed to just leave that kind of material out in the open where people were trying to study! The only way you were supposed to see that kind of thing in the library was in an anatomy textbook where it was purposefully divorced from the implications. Only the most deviant and juvenile people could attach
that
kind of meaning to those peeled-back graphics. It wasn't like Nest was unaware of the concept... it was true that dating her peers had only become possible one year prior (only a cad would argue otherwise) and hadn't happened then either. The divide mentally was too great with the incoming freshmen and the physical one was a little creepy-feeling with the men (and they were
men
) in her classes, so Nest had just accepted that the alternative of chastity would have to do until her pool of options expanded.
Wait, what am I even thinking about? It's all that thing's fault, that's why... I'm not lonely or anything, I have friends... And my hand... Shut up! Must be tired, have to go to bed as soon as I get home.
So she rode home with a stranger, thankfully a female stranger though she kept her hand on the tiny spray canister in her bag the whole way just in case. She had nothing worth stealing, but how would a potential attacker know that until they were rifling through her things after the assault?
In the living room, dad slept with the history channel blaring something about Hitler for the dozen-th time that day. Nest wasn't able to make her way across to her room without rousing the bear who came to his senses like a ponderous monolith. "It's that late?" he said, rubbing his eyes. "Have a good day?"
"Pleasant enough." Nest specifically restrained herself speaking out on the thing she'd found on the way home. This man hadn't naturally progressed out of protectiveness; it had taken herself and the high-school guidance counselor several weeks to get his approval for moving on to college, and he hadn't quite approved of her choice in that area either. "I can only assume the factory hasn't burned down yet? I think I would have at least smelled it on the wind."
Her dad chuckled. "Not yet, no... Honey, make sure you're getting enough sleep, alright? No amount of burning candles is going to get you through any faster at this point, you know that as well as anyone."
"Look who's talking. I bet there's nothing you don't know about world war two just from osmosis by now." Nest put her hand on his shoulder; he felt so much more creaky these days that she almost couldn't put him in the same mental space as the man who'd been able to pick her up and spin through the air so long ago. "You have a bed. If you're just going to sleep anyway, use it. I can't begin to tell you what you're doing to your back in this contraption."
He sighed and reluctantly pushed the handle to fold the thing back into a chair, stood up thankfully on the first try and without a wince. He kissed Nest's forehead despite a feigned resistance and hobbled to his own bedroom, saying from the doorway, "Just because you're so used to morning classes doesn't mean you should stay up late. That's a fast way to an early grave... Good night, Honey, sweet dreams."
In the middle of the living room, she just nodded somberly and waited to hear the springs of his old bed creak. She wondered if three months early would be fine to give him his birthday present; the money was all saved up for a decent new one with the memory whatsits. She'd promised already to pay him back for her education someday, and he'd laughed her off. It might have been better just to go into debt... Her savings had to be going toward something...
Hers was the larger bedroom, the master bedroom. Dad said he didn't need much, not since mom... Anyway, Nest hadn't needed much either. The twin bed she'd had since grade school took up one corner, remained as comfortable to her consternation as it always had been, and her desk, a wire-frame thing bought for middle school, took the opposite. She had a giant teddy bear in the third next to her bookshelf only because she'd eventually felt guilty for all of the emptiness there.
She sat at her desk, filed away all of her schoolwork for the day in the attached filing cabinet, and the very pamphlet itself remained the last item on her desk's surface.
She was curious, okay!? The library staff would find the stack of them at the front counter and that would be that, they'd be thrown away or incinerated and Nest would have to live the rest of her life with the niggling feeling that she'd never satisfied her curiosity by flipping through the licentious thing.
The cover was a drawing of a very naked woman, looking transparent against a background looking like a tacky honeymoon suite, mirrored ceiling above a heart-shaped bed and all. If it weren't for the subject matter, Nest would have had to applaud the illustrator for getting the reflected image of the woman's ample backside just right; the anatomy wasn't even of the kind of spine-wrenching comic book styles intended to show off the tits and ass all at once. Someone had worked hard on this, maybe had an actual model at some point.
Nest looked to her door to make sure it was locked, yes.
Spirit summoning for beginners!
The cover proclaimed in bold, raised lettering; this thing must have cost a fortune to print with all of the fixings and the glossy ink.
From the labs of ABR Adult Magic Supplies.
The next few pages were covered in Hermetic flotsam, magic circles and runes. Nest paid enough attention in her classical literature classes to recognize the commonly-used mystical gibberish. Barely any of the Greek on display actually amounted to anything close to a sentence, as though the designer had simply chosen Greek characters and alchemical symbols for the look of them. And then there was the cartoon approximation of the apparition seen on the front cover, her assets kept intact through the transition of art style, placed on each page as the narrator, always in a new and more sultry pose.
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