Chapter 9

Saturday morning I overslept, and I was rushing to get dressed and get out of the house. After I showered, I couldn't decide what to wear to the library. The powerful dual motives of rebellion against my parents and sexual satisfaction were changing the way I thought and acted. I wanted to wear something sexy that wouldn't be confining, but that would be modest enough that I could get out of the house. I ended up choosing a wrap-around skirt and a plain white blouse with a bra. I could take off the bra later if I wanted to. My sexy decision of the day was to leave my panties in the drawer. No one could tell but me. I looked very virginal as l said goodbye to my mother, left the house, and walked to the bus stop a few blocks away.

It was a beautiful spring day. As I waited for the bus, I was glad that I had also worn a light jacket to ward off the morning chill. What I had not anticipated was just how stimulating the cool breeze would feel on the parts of me that were not used to being uncovered. The cool, fresh air was giving me goose bumps on my thighs, butt, and pussy. I liked the stimulation under my skirt, but as I was standing at the bus stop, there wasn't anything I could do about it. When the bus finally came, I picked a seat by myself, but at the next stop, a woman sat down next to me. She talked my ear off about some political candidates I had never heard of until she finally got off downtown. A few stops after that, I got off and walked the last two blocks to the public library.

The library was a big, imposing classical building with stone columns, a wide plaza with cast iron benches in front, and steps leading from the street up to the main entrance on the second floor. It was designed to be impressive, and it really was a grand building. I had only been there a few times as a child, so I was feeling grown up and a little impressed with myself as I marched up the steps, through the polished brass front doors, into the marble-floored entrance hall. The center of the main floor had dozens of varnished wood cabinets holding the card catalogs, with the research room on one side and a reading room on the other. The back part of the building was full of bookshelves; several floors of bookshelves. As I remembered, there were areas on each floor where there were secluded tables and carrels. I planned to explore those secluded areas later, but first I had work to do.

I knew that I had to get my research done first, because once I started playing around, I wouldn't get any work done afterwards. I went into the reading room, put my jacket and notebook on a vacant table, and started to work with the index card catalog. I actually knew how to use it on my own and do research in a library at 14. The librarian at my old school was one of my favorite teachers, and because I liked her so much I actually listened when we had to take a course in using the Dewey decimal system for research. I looked up my topics, made notes on the books listed, and was able to find most of them on the shelves pretty easily. Using more discipline than I usually had, I forced myself to take notes, write out quotations from the books, and actually read the relevant chapters from some of them. I got a lot done towards my paper before lunchtime.

While I was walking around the library, I noticed that almost everyone in the building was concentrated in the big front rooms, and most of the human traffic was between the reading areas and the bathrooms, located towards the rear of the floor. There were probably 25 or 30 people in the building, and about half of them were clearly high school students, probably all writing papers like I was. There was almost no one in the rear bookshelf areas, and when I went upstairs, I didn't see anyone at all on the third floor. I could see lots of potential for having fun.

Just before noon, I went to the bathroom, went into a stall, pulled up my skirt and emptied my bladder. It was fun to be able to just hike up my skirt and pee. I dried myself off, and then let my fingers go to work on my clit for a minute. It felt really good. I unbuttoned my blouse, hung it on the hook on the door, took off my bra and put it in my purse. The cool air on my nipples made them harden up, and I helped them along by rolling both nipples between thumb and forefinger for a minute, then my right hand slipped between my legs again. I slipped off my shoes so I could feel the cold green tile floor under my bare feet as worked on my clit. I imagined myself naked on my back on the cold marble floor of the big library entrance hall, masturbating like crazy. I was getting very wet, but I was not quite there. I stood up, took off my skirt, hung it on the hook, and sat back on the toilet seat. I was now totally nude, fingering my clit like crazy. Just as I felt the first wave of the orgasm, I stood up, legs spread wide, my pelvis fucking my hand like an invisible lover as I came and came in big waves. My gasps echoed in the empty tiled restroom as I slowly sank back down on the toilet seat.

I sat there a long time as I recovered my composure. Finally, I put on my wrap-around skirt, white shirt, and shoes and left the stall. Standing at the mirror while washing my hands, I could see that my nipples were visible through the thin white fabric. If I let my long hair fall over my shoulders to the front, my nipples were concealed. If I flipped my hair back, they were obvious dark spots through the thin fabric. Smiling, I brushed my hair back and left the restroom.

I was starving, so I picked up my things and left the library. I knew there was a small snack shop across the street, so I headed over there, ordered a hamburger and a coke, and sat down to wait on a stool at the counter. The old guy who took my order kept dropping his eyes to my chest. I had very large nipples for the size of my breasts, so all there was to see were brown spots, but that was pretty unusual in those days. Given the small size and youthful firmness of my breasts, I certainly didn't NEED a bra for any physical reason, but every female above the age of 12 wore one in our state, whether she needed it or not. Going braless was all the fashion in California, but it just wasn't done in our backwater town. I felt wonderfully sinful. I was craving sexual attention, and I certainly had gotten the attention of the cook. I paid for my burger and walked back across the street to the plaza in front of the library. I picked a bench in the sun and sat down to each my lunch. There were a few people coming in and out of the library, but mostly I had the area to myself. I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my blouse, and enjoyed the feel of the slight breeze on my nipples as I ate my lunch in the warm sun. I was not quite 15, but for the first time in my life, I felt womanly.

As I entered the library again, I went to the research area where the copy machine was located. This area had most of the people and librarians in it, many talking in whispers. I wanted to make copies of a few pages from my main references so that I didn't have to copy it all down by hand. This was before the days when everybody had a copy machine. My school didn't even have one, and this machine was the only copier that I had ever actually seen. It was coin-operated, and made copies on some kind of chemically coated paper that was wet when it came out. There was a guy using it when I came in, so I sat down at the table next to the machine to wait my turn. He looked a little older than I was, and was not what I would have called cute. Sort of a nerdy guy with a crew cut, black rimmed glasses, and a plaid shirt.

After sitting and watching him for a minute, I went over and asked him if he would show me how to operate the machine, as I really wasn't sure how to do it. In classic library form, we talked in whispers, as everyone else did. This meant that I had to get closer to him than I otherwise would have done, which was fine with me. He was very friendly, and whispered the instructions about how to operate the copier as he finished up the copies he was making. The machine was very, very slow compared to modern copiers, so we had plenty of time for a whispered chat. It turned out that he was a member of a high school debating team, and was copying some reference material for a debate. While we were talking, flipped my hair back and shifted my posture so that my blouse gaped open, and I knew he could see my right breast if he looked down. Stupidly, he kept looking at his papers (not at me) for what seemed like forever, until he finally turned in my direction. I saw his eyes drop to my chest for the longest time, and he stopped talking. I took that cue to start explaining to him what I needed to copy and why. I stood up straight so that he couldn't see anything, and gave no clue that anything had happened. He smiled a lot, and he insisted that he help me copy my stuff, which was fine with me. I gave him some dimes for the copy machine, then leaned over on the machine again, causing my blouse to open up enough for him to get a really nice view of my small breasts. This time, he understood that I was deliberately giving him a treat. I think he was actually speechless for a moment, then he looked directly into my eyes and whispered "Very nice...". I replied "I'm glad you like them..." and I straightened up.