Chapter 13

The good news was that my sexual explorations with Roger were very, very satisfying. The bad news was that it would probably be weeks before Roger and I could arrange time to be alone again. We lived pretty far apart, and he very rarely was allowed to be home alone. Even meeting at the library didn't work out too well, since the weather had turned rainy, and on the days when I could get to the library, it rained, so we couldn't go out to my favorite park bench. Sitting in the small library under the watchful eye of his aunt didn't allow for much fun. I did get him to feel me up once behind the bookshelves, but we were interrupted before I could get off. Also, final exams were fast approaching, and I actually had to spend a lot of time studying. So while I did get to see Roger a few times in May, we just didn't have any opportunity for serious sex. I was back to getting what sexual satisfaction I could at home by myself, which was not enough.

It was just before my final exams began that I got the letter from Gary. It read:

" I was your watch guard at the library. It was hard for me to find you, but I did. I thought about calling you, but I didn't want to surprise you on the phone. If you ever want to do anything like that again, you can rely on me. I would really like to see you again, at the library or under any circumstances elsewhere. Please call me. "

Gary Me6-8976

I was stunned. I had never, ever expected to encounter Gary again. I barely remembered him. I had very carefully not given him my name, and I had not been back to the main library since I had stripped and gotten off in the bathroom months before. It had been fun and exciting, but had also been dangerous, and I had been determined not to take that sort of risk again.

At first, I was panicked. Gary knew my address and phone number. He could tell my friends what I had done. He could blackmail me. He could tell my parents. He could stalk me and rape me. After I calmed down, I realized that he could have already done any of those things, or worse, but so far he had not. He had written me a discreetly worded letter with his address and phone number, and given me the choice of whether or not to contact him. I decided that it was not something a crazy person would do, but I wasn't sure whether or how I wanted to respond.

I later found out that he had gotten my name off of some school papers in my notebook while I had gone to the bathroom. My last name was too common for him to track me down through the city phone book, so he had, with some difficulty, obtained a directory from every high school in town until he finally found a name, address and phone number that he thought was mine. It wasn't until my school yearbook had come out with my picture in it that he was sure that my name was the "library" girl he was looking for. It had taken him a month just to find my address, and another month to confirm my identity. I had to give him credit for his detective skills.

After I got Gary's letter, I stewed all night about what to do. I couldn't concentrate on studying for my exams, which started the following week. I did replay over and over in my mind the library escapade with Gary, and I masturbated almost constantly. The more I thought about the excitement of flashing Gary, and of me masturbating naked in the library rest room, the wetter I got, and the better my orgasms were. It sure beat studying.

The next night I got up the nerve to call Gary. I could think of a thousand good reasons why I shouldn't, but the tingling of my clit overruled my brain. I wasn't sure what I was going to say, but fortunately, I didn't have to say much at first beyond "this is Martha..." because Gary launched into a long explanation about how glad he was that I called, and how he had tracked me down, and how exciting things had been for him that day in the library. He had gone back to the library every Saturday morning for a month, hoping that I would return, and he was very disappointed that I hadn't ever been back. We talked some about what courses we were taking, and that final exams were approaching. Finally, I asked him whether he was willing to follow the same rules as before: to do exactly what I tell him to do, with absolutely no touching, and to keep everything a total secret. Gary said that he had done it before, and he would do it again, if I were willing to do the sort of things I had done before. He promised to follow all my instructions to the letter. We agreed to meet at the downtown library on Saturday morning.