Not an Ordinary Day
Chapter 1

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Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Alex Johnson and her best friend, Sean, have a very unusual day. For today is the day that they encounter a book that will change their lives forever. A new chapter will be added every 3rd day until this website is up to date and then will slow considerably.

It should have been an ordinary day. Just an ordinary day like any of the hundreds of others Alexandra Marie Johnson (Alex to everyone she met since about two hours after she was born) had spent at school in the 2/3rds of her life that she had been attending that institution. It began just like any other normal day, just as it was supposed to. But by the end of the day, her life had been irrevocably altered.

Alex Johnson's life up to this point had been incredibly prosaic. Well, pretty much anyway. Her intelligence was above average, her height just average, and as for her body... well, she was a jeans and a t-shirt kind of girl, and her clothes were generally baggy enough that her figure was a mystery to the outside world. She had hair that was a tawny golden shade of brown cut so it just brushed her shoulders, a pretty face that could have been just a touch thinner, and dark blue eyes that were carefully concealed behind a pair of glasses. She could have gotten contacts, but Alex didn't really see the point to contacts. They were a lot of trouble to go to just to see and you always had to fuss with them to make sure that they were clean and wet enough that they didn't stick to your eyeballs. Glasses, on the whole, were much simpler things to deal with - you put them on, cleaned them occasionally, and that was it. Glasses also offered the additional benefit of placing a veil between the windows to her soul and the rest of humanity. Alex was very fond of anything that put barriers between her and the rest of the world. Baggy clothes, glasses... whatever helped to get her noticed as infrequently as possible. The intelligence unfortunately got her noticed from time to time, but Alex was proud of her intellectual abilities and refused to hide it, even if it had the negative effect of focusing an uncomfortable amount of attention on her.

The day started out normal enough. Alex woke up and performed the usual chores she always did to prepare for school. A shower, a quick run of the blow-dryer on her hair, hair and teeth subsequently brushed, pajamas exchanged for blue jeans and a black t-shirt, and cereal poured with milk and eaten. It was a familiar regimen, one she'd performed so often that the whole thing only took about half an hour of her time. Then it was a quick look at the clock before she gathered up her book bag, jacket, and keys before heading out the door for class. She never saw her parents in the morning. She was an only child and her mother, Jan, was a nurse who left the house before Alex even woke up. Her father, Bob, worked the overnight shift at the post office and didn't even get home until after she left for school.

Alex didn't mind too much really, it gave her time to herself alone in the house that she relished and no one was subjected to her bad mood when she woke up. Alex hated mornings. The only time she ever liked mornings was when she either slept through them or when she saw sunrise because she hadn't been to bed yet. Plus, she had all the hot water she could use in the mornings with no one to complain. Alex needed her morning showers desperately. There was no better way to wake up in her opinion. Especially if she had to do the waking bit before noon. The soothing hot water flowing over her was relaxing and refreshing enough that when she got out of the shower, she was ready to face the morning.

After she locked the door behind her, she moved down the steps of the blandly unremarkable house and over to the transportation she depended upon to take her to school. Her tiny, aging VW Rabbit Convertible was her pride and joy. She loved her car, even with all the headaches it gave her. Sometimes it was inconveniently small, it had a distressing habit of leaking oil like a sieve, and it ate gas at a rate that astonished her, but she adored it. It was a lovely shade of hunter green, she could put the top down on nice days, but best of all... it was hers. She'd had it ever since she got her driver's license on her 16th birthday almost two years ago. It had been a present from her parents and she had been very careful with it. She'd never had an accident in all the time she'd had both her license and vehicle.

Once she coaxed her somewhat recalcitrant car into starting, she made her way across town to pick up Sean, her closest friend in the world. She had picked him up for school and driven him home every day since she'd received her car. She relished the few minutes of time she got alone with Sean every school day, and she certainly wasn't going to leave him to languish and suffer by himself on the long bus ride to class when she didn't have to do it. Sean Patrick Devlin lived in the shoddy, 'wrong side of the tracks' (although there were no railroad tracks going through town), section of the mid-sized Midwestern town they were both born in. He lived in a trailer park in a dilapidated single-wide trailer that was too small to comfortably house himself, his parents, and his two younger siblings.

His father, Patrick (there was a custom of the eldest son taking the father's first name as his middle one in his family), was a construction worker who worked hard and drank harder. He had red hair, hazel eyes, a veritable veil of freckles, and the famed Irish temper. This temper, in addition to the copious amounts of alcohol he consumed, made him frequently abusive to both wife and children. Sean seemed to frequently bear the brunt of his father's anger, perhaps because he was the eldest of the three children and had been around to be abused longer than the others. Most likely, though, it was because Sean looked nothing like his father. Instead, he looked like a near carbon (masculine) copy of his mother, Maggie. It was a handsome look - the black hair, verdant eyes, and pale skin that burned with remarkable ease. Sean was always slightly scruffy in appearance. He seemed to always have something askew in his attire. It was a perpetual part of his personality that was either endearing or annoying. His father found it particularly irksome and many of the beatings Sean had received in his short lifetime had been due to his father objecting to some less-than-perfect aspect of his appearance.

Sean, like his friend Alex, preferred clothes that were loose on his slender frame. In fact, he liked his clothes more baggy than she wore hers. They helped hide the bruises and it was less painful for him if his clothing wasn't constantly rubbing against his injuries as he moved. Sean was 18, but he hadn't yet moved out to escape his abusive household. He was patiently marking down the month and a half until his high school graduation so that he could escape to a college that was as far away as he could manage. He wasn't sure how he was going to pay for college yet, but he was certain that he wanted to go. Sean had briefly thought about joining the army in order to take advantage of their college benefits, but had rejected it due to his dislike of authority figures. His 18 years of experience with authority figures in the form of his father had made it impossible for Sean to willingly subject himself to the harsh control and structure of military life. But Sean was willing to do almost anything to find a way to college and away from his family, so he wasn't too worried about it. He had only stayed after his 18th birthday out of a sense of obligation to his mother and siblings and to earn money without having to pay for rent before college.

He was already outside and waiting for Alex when she drove up on the narrow road in front of his trailer. The more time he spent away from the house and his father's fists, the safer and happier he was. His father was slightly less likely to hit him while he was outside where the neighbors might see and report him to Child Services. Before Alex even came to a complete stop, Sean was beside the passenger's side door, waiting impatiently for her to unlock the car so he could get in. She did so after she completely stopped, remaining indifferent to Sean's impatient fidgeting in front of the door. After she finally did that Sean opened the door, threw his backpack into the tiny back seat, and sat down with a heavy sigh.

Alex turned to her best friend with a look of concern. That sigh hadn't sounded good. "Is everything all right?" she asked, as she began the maneuvers around the trailer park that would let her get back to the road.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he reassured her. "Just the normal stuff with my dad and everything, that's all." Alex was the only person he'd ever trusted enough to tell about his father's abuse. They'd been friends ever since the day they met in Mrs. Marshall's first grade class. She'd lost her pencil and was on the verge of crying when Sean offered to share his. Sean had no plans to tell anyone else of the abuse he suffered at home - he had no faith in the system that was supposed to keep him safe from abuse and was ashamed of telling anyone other than Alex, out of fear that they might judge him.

Alex gave a sigh of her own. She really wished she could help Sean and solve his family problems. She simply couldn't think of any way to get his father away from the rest of his family or Sean away from his father. She had simply resolved to wait. The day they both graduated from high school and went off to college was one that she was looking forward to almost as much as Sean was. She, too, was looking forward to going to college as an escape, not from an abusive parent, but from the town and landscape she'd seen every day of her entire existence. She was tired of the flat prairie grassland and the bitterly cold winters; she was ready for a change of scenery and pace. She had applied to a few colleges in California among others and was nervously awaiting the acceptance or rejection letters that were scheduled to arrive in her mailbox within the next couple of weeks.

"Are you excited about your birthday next week?" Sean asked in an obvious ploy to change the subject.

"Sure I am," Alex replied. "You only turn 18 once you know. And afterwards I'll be able to vote. And smoke. But I'm not even going to try that. Mom's spent too many years showing me those disgusting blackened lungs people get from smoking for me to ever find it attractive. Voting should be cool though... I'll be able to influence the politics of my country. After all, its my duty and privilege to do so."

Sean shook his head in disbelief. He couldn't believe Alex was that naive about politics. As if what they voted really made a difference? Not likely. Still, they had had many arguments about politics before and Sean knew that they'd most likely never agree politically. So he let the comment slide in favor of asking, "Do you know what you want for your birthday yet?"

"No, not really. There are a couple books I'd like that came out recently though. Remind me later and I'll give you the titles. I've got them written down somewhere."

Their conversation dwindled to nothing as Alex turned into the student parking lot for Central High School. It was fairly typical as high schools in the Midwest go: one sprawling story with too many students, not enough teachers, and not enough resources to keep everything in good repair. The good thing was that the parking in the student lot was free, you just had to pick up a pass from the front office to park there. Additionally, anyone with a car was free to come and go for lunch if they wanted to. It was a nice setup that the students appreciated for the privilege it was.

Alex got lucky and found a parking space pretty close to the doors. She opened her door, waited for Sean to get out, and then locked the car before getting out herself. She checked her watch after stretching slightly. Perfect. There was still a half an hour before first period so she'd have some time to shelve books in the library before she had to go to class. Alex worked in the school library as a volunteer. It looked good on her college applications that she had volunteer experience, but she genuinely enjoyed her job in the library. Sure, it didn't pay much (it didn't pay anything, actually, hence the word 'volunteer'), but it was quiet and she'd always loved books so it really was an ideal volunteer job for her.

"Want to keep me company while I shelve books before class?" she asked. "I promised the librarian, Ms. Ackers, that I'd get some work done in the library today and I could really use the company as I work. There's never anyone there in the mornings and I start to get creeped out if I'm alone in there for too long."

"All right," Sean agreed. "I need to get the rest of my Trig done anyway. I forgot to finish the last couple of problems yesterday."

It was a short walk to the library - the library was just inside the door to the student parking lot, but you had to go around a corner to get to the library entrance. Alex used the time to express her appreciation, "Thanks for agreeing to keep me company. I'll dig that list of books I'd like to get eventually out of my backpack when we get to the library."

When they got into the library it was nearly deserted as Alex had pretty much expected. The only person to be seen was the librarian. She looked rather harried and appeared to be on her way out of the library. "Oh, Alex, there you are," she exclaimed pleasantly. "I need to run down to the staff room for a quick meeting before classes start. I thought maybe I'd need to close the library but since you're here now I'll leave the library in your capable hands. I know you can handle it if a student comes in to check out or return a book. Chances are it won't happen, but I feel better knowing you're here to take care of things. There are still some books in the back that need shelving yet, you can get some of that done while I'm gone." Speech over, Mrs. Ackers breezed out of the library to make her meeting on time.

Alex set her bag on the table and dug out the promised list for Sean to peruse. Then she went about the tasks she was familiar doing for the library. She checked the bins for any recent returns (there were none), and then loaded all of the books that needed shelving on the cart the library used to return books to their rightful place in the stacks. She shelved books on auto pilot for a few minutes, feeling secure in her inattentive state because of Sean's comforting, silent presence.

Finally, there was only one book left to return to its home. She looked quickly at the spine to find the helpful information square that determined where a book was placed. She frowned, and she was jarred out of the near-trance she had achieved. There was no call number on the spine. That was unusual. She couldn't shelve a book without the label on the spine. Without a label, it might not even be a book that belonged to the library. It could be a book that someone brought with them from home and returned to the library by mistake.

She looked over the strange book carefully for clues about where or to whom it belonged. It was unusual in that it appeared to be older than most of the other books in the high school library were. The cover and binding on the spine was made of leather that was cracked and scuffed with age. But what was most curious was the lack of any words or ornamentation on the cover. Every book Alex had ever seen had at least a title, and usually an author on the cover and/or spine someplace. But not this book. This book was devoid of anything other than the stiff, battered leather that covered it and made it an intriguing mystery to Alex that she felt compelled to discover. What sort of book was this and how had it gotten to this library?

Book in hand, she made her way over to where Sean sat, finishing the last of the math problems that were due later this morning. "Hey, Sean," she said, "Take a look at this book. I was almost through with shelving, but this book doesn't have a title or call number or sticker or anything on the cover. What do you make of it? Is it even the library's?"

Sean looked with curiosity at this mystery book with no identifying information. "Well, what about the inside cover?" he asked. "Does that have a title? Or an author? Or maybe one of the other pages inside has the information you need to know? Did you check to see if there was a card in the back? Maybe its been checked out before. That would at least tell you that its a part of the library's collection. If so, maybe the book just lost its jacket or something."

Alex looked thoughtful. "Those are good ideas. No, I haven't checked inside the book yet. Why don't you go ahead and open it?"

Sean opened the cover with a look of anticipation on his face while Alex leaned over his shoulder to get a good look at the inside. The inside cover was a marvel - gold filigree lined the edges like some of those really old religious texts Alex had seen on the Discovery channel that had been hand-copied and illuminated by monks with nothing better to do and a passion for what they did. The colors were astonishingly vibrant and pure, as if the author had just finished their work yesterday instead of the ages that must have passed. Fantastic birds, flowers, trees, and patterns filled the rest of the page until the eye was dazzled and the brain was at a loss to determine what the eye should view next. Only after they had stared at the page for a moment or two did they slowly come to realize that the patterns woven amongst the flora and fauna really formed a word in an ornate, archaic script. "Fantasie," they read aloud in unison.

Suddenly, there was a blindingly brilliant flash of light. The two teens in the library felt a sudden, jarring movement as if the entire Earth had shifted - a ridiculous, impossible notion since there were no such things as earthquakes in sleepy towns on the western edge of Iowa.

When both the white light and the after-image spots imposed on their retinas cleared, both Alex and Sean looked around in astonishment. They were obviously no longer in the library. In fact, unless something really strange had happened to suddenly turn the sky a shade of pale mint green and the grass an astounding shade of blue, then they weren't even on Earth any more. Sean and Alex looked at each other with complete shock and confusion on their faces. Still, Alex couldn't seem to resist. She just had to say, "Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore."

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