Bookworm
by John O'Connor
Alexus Mitchell sat quietly behind the library
information desk hoping no one would come up to her
with questions.  She desperately wanted to be back
sorting and filing the returned books and
straightening up the stacks.  It was far more peaceful
and she didn't have to worry that someone might be
making fun of her.
And the poor girl had reason to feel that way.  All
her life, she had suffered from poor vision and had to
wear glasses.  Even as a child, before she entered
kindergarten, she had to wear large, heavy-framed
glasses because the optician had convinced her parents
that children shouldn't be trusted with the more
stylish, more fragile frames available.  With Robert,
her older brother, already a playground bruiser, her
parents were easily convinced.
But the glasses had been the focus of Alexus' torment,
torment far worse than most children endure from their
peers.  None of it took physical shape, not after
Robert made the only boy to push her eat dirt.
However, the resulting verbal abuse - taunting and
jeering - lowered the already shy girl's self-esteem
to even lower levels.  She made few friends and went
straight home every day to watch cartoons and old
sitcoms while eating junk food.  She also buried
herself in books - both for school and for her own
escapism.  But the lack of activity and the snacking,
naturally, led her to put on weight.  And this added
another factor to the ceaseless childhood teasing.
Her parents didn't understand what was wrong with
their little girl.  But they had no idea of how much
their little Alexus was the schoolyard joke.  Robert
did but couldn't seem to make their parents
understand.  
So he became the closest thing she had to a friend. 
He made sure no one hurt his little sister and even
tried to stop them from picking on her.  But he
couldn't be with her all day since he was two grades
ahead of her.
In high school, like all students, she was required to
take physical education classes.  Alexus hated them. 
Hated having to change clothes and shower with others.
Hated having her roly-poly body on display for all to
laugh at.  Hated being unable to participate without
looking awkward and clumsy.
And she still wore thick-framed glasses.
By this time, her parents finally seemed to understand
that their love and her brother's love just wasn't
enough to overcome the girl's engrained shyness.  They
tried to help her open up and feel better about
herself.  She vowed to try.
At her brother's urging, she asked about getting nicer
glasses.  Her parents agreed and she got an attractive
pair of wire-frames with a new type of thin lenses
that allowed her to see without the ugly glasses she
was used to.
Robert also helped her to lose weight.  He was on the
varsity football and baseball teams and finally
convinced Alexus to run with him every morning before
school.  At first, she hated running and hated her
brother for putting her through the torture.  But
mostly she hated herself for being so fat.
In a few months, she was able to keep up with Robert
easily as the weight melted away.  She began to look
like what she really was, a lovely young girl. The
problem was, even with her new glasses, she couldn't
see it.
By her senior year, she was not the outcast she had
been.  But her friends weren't the socially elite of
the school or the jock set.  She hung out with a small
group that was a mix of average kids.  She was still
the quiet one.
Her brother, who was attending a nearby college,
talked one of his former teammates into asking his
sister to the Homecoming Dance.  The boy was willing
as he had no date and his old girlfriend had
apparently dumped him for no reason.
And he thought he'd get some action from the lonely
girl.
The night of the dance, Alexus came home in tears, her
dress torn at the shoulder.  Robert, home for the
weekend, heard her sob as she told how her date tried
to make her 'put out'.
Robert, who wasn't normally a violent or mean person,
made sure his former friend couldn't play football for
the balance of the season.
Alexus ended up going to the same college as her
brother, a small state school about a hundred and
fifty miles from home.  She managed to get a private
dorm room and then looked for a job to supplement the
allowance her parents provided.
The college library was perfect.  She loved it.  She
had access to all the books she could want.  And her
work kept her from having to deal with other students
too much, something she naturally couldn't avoid in
classes or the dorm.
She was hired back the next year, and the next.  She
majored in English Literature and minored in Library
Science.  The last was a concession to her parents
when they questioned what she could do with a degree
in English Lit.
And Alexus loved her work.  She could see herself
becoming a librarian in a big city where she could do
the behind-the-scenes work and have access to any book
she wanted.
Unfortunately, this day was not one of her happier
ones.  Several of the other student workers called in
sick and she was assigned the information desk. 
Already she had to deal with the usual inane questions
college students ask.
She tried to ignore most of the people going by simply
by keeping her eyes glued to the book she was reading.
 It seemed to help weed out the people who really
needed information from those who just wanted to play
games.
Alexus glanced up when she heard some voices raised in
discussion.  She frowned, a library was supposed to be
quiet.  Even if this was not the library proper but
outside the 'quiet zone'.  Then she recognized the
girls, all from one of the sororities.  One was the
reigning Homecoming queen, one the captain of the
cheerleaders and the other was the student body
representative to the school's Board of Regents.
That last one also happened to be in one of Alexus'
elective classes: Mythology and the Origin of Heroic
Fiction.  Her name was Megan Watson.  And she always
managed to catch Alexus' eye when the shy girl
happened to glance her way.
This time was no exception.  With a smile and a small
wave, Megan acknowledged Alexus' glance.  Alexus' hand
started to rise to return the gesture but she stopped
when it was a few inches over the book in front of
her.
Then, to her surprise, Megan dismissed her two friends
and walked towards Alexus with a friendly smile on her
face.  
'Oh god, what does she want?' Alexus thought.  This
girl, while seeming to be friendly, reminded her of
one of the girls in high school who managed to make
her life miserable.  
"C-c-can I h-h-help...you?" Alexus managed to ask, her
eyes locked on the desk in front of her.
* * * * * *
Megan Watson was almost the polar opposite of Alexus
Mitchell.  She was happy and outgoing.  Her childhood
was fun and relatively carefree.
In grade school she made several friends, a few of
whom she managed to stay close to through the years. 
She was president of the sixth grade class and a
member of the Brownies then the Girl Scouts.
By high school, she had developed into a lovely young
girl.  She had bright, blue-green eyes and thick
blonde hair with a natural wave to it.  As she
matured, her figure became curvaceous.
Megan liked to play outdoors and rode her bicycle for
miles and miles.  She also played softball - was even
the captain of the junior varsity softball team in
high school.  She was co-captain of the varsity
cheerleader squad.  And Megan was either the president
or at least an officer in several of the many
after-school clubs her high school sponsored.
She wasn't picky about who she dated.  She wanted to
go out and have fun.  If that meant a movie and
Steak'n'Shake, great.  If it was dinner in a
restaurant and dancing that was fine too.  She didn't
care as long as her date was intelligent, friendly and
attentive.  And definitely not full of himself.  She
dated jocks, socials, brains, and even some of the
geeks.
Megan always made sure the prospective date knew she
was out to have fun and that she would not 'put out'. 
Here was where her life paralleled Alexus'.
On the night of her senior Homecoming Dance, her date
didn't seem to understand that 'no' meant 'no'.  As he
pawed at her, she slapped him and jumped out of his
car.  The jerk followed her and she planted her knee
solidly in his groin, the pain obviously excruciating
judging by his expression and how quickly he fell to
the pavement.
Becoming known as a virginal goody-two-shoes would
bother a lot of people but Megan didn't care.  She had
needs just like everyone else but hers led in a
different direction.
She knew she was different shortly after she passed
through puberty.  Her friends and she would sneak
looks at Playgirl magazines but she found she
preferred her father's Playboys.  
Fortunately for a young girl dealing with lesbian
tendencies, she was in an open-minded, loving family. 
Add to that the fact that her father's favorite
sister, Aunt Julia, was out of the closet and Megan
never felt that there was anything wrong with her. 
She never announced her lesbianism to her family for
several years but she did come out to Aunt Julia. 
Megan never considered sex with her aunt, nor did
Julia look on the young teen as a potential lover. 
Instead, the older woman became Megan's support as she
learned more about her interests. 
When Megan was seventeen, she had her first experience
with another woman.  A young couple had moved into the
neighborhood.  Megan and her mother went to welcome
the newcomers.  Megan and Cynthia became friends and
Megan spent a lot of time over there.  Steve, the
husband, was away for months at a time and Megan
helped keep Cynthia from being too lonely.
One afternoon, Megan came by.  Finding the door
unlocked, she walked in, as she often did.  In the
living room, she found Cynthia masturbating furiously.
 Megan found herself fascinated and turned on.  She
quietly watched as Cynthia brought herself to orgasm. 
Then she came into the room, startling and
embarrassing the young bride.  
They began to talk and soon, Cynthia was telling the
young woman how she liked to masturbate when she was
feeling especially lonely.  She even showed Megan some
of she and her husband's favorite adult movies.
Megan finally felt she could tell another person and
revealed her personal preferences to Cynthia.  Before
the afternoon had passed, the two became lovers and
Cynthia, an avowed bisexual, showed Megan just how
wonderful sex, with a loving partner, can be.  
They got together whenever Steve was out of town. 
Cynthia told Steve of their sessions but they never
tried to coerce Megan into a threesome as Megan made
it clear she wasn't interested in men sexually.
Surprisingly to Megan, Steve was very cool about that
- as long as Cynthia told him, in detail, what the two
women did together.
Their relationship continued until Megan left for
college.  It was a tearful parting but they both knew
they would have wonderful memories.  And Megan had the
benefit of a tremendously exciting teacher.  Cynthia
joked that the college girls had better watch out when
Megan came to town.  She even gave her a t-shirt with
the letters BWOC.
Megan laughed and replied, "It should be BLOC - Big
Lesbian On Campus."
Megan also had one last major thing to take care of
before she left.  She told her parents about her
lesbianism.  And, as Aunt Julia had assured her, they
were loving and supportive.  And not a bit surprised. 
They just wanted their 'little girl' to be happy.
Megan had fun in college.  She loved learning and also
enjoyed the parties and clubs in the small farm town. 
And the local farmgirls as well as the female
collegians gave her quite a crop to pick and choose
from for her more earthly desires.  And, even in that
small, backwater town, she didn't have to bother with
the facade of dating guys.    
But the one thing she desired above all else was the
special feeling of having one person who was both a
lover and a friend and confidante.  In three years,
she had not found anyone who really filled the
emotional void she felt since she and Cynthia had been
lovers.
Then came the day at the library.  She was there with
some of her friends to study for midterms.  At the
information desk she saw the quiet girl who sat near
her in Mythology.  
Megan had been fascinated by the girl for the past two
months - quiet, reserved but very cute.  Megan
couldn't help wondering what she'd look like with her
hair down.  That quickly led to her wondering how the
little brunette would look when she came.  Was she a
moaner?  A screamer?  Or was she one of those rare
ones who had quiet but intense orgasms?
Megan decided it was time to explore this.  It would
be challenging but she loved a challenge.
"I'll see you guys in a while.  Gotta find out about a
book I need," Megan told her friends.  
She walked over to the information desk.  The girl,
who had been glancing at her, and even started to
return her wave and smile, dropped her eyes to the
book in front of her.  
In a quiet, nervous voice, the girl asked, "C-c-can I
h-h-help...you?"
* * * * * *
  
Alexus finally raised her eyes, peaking at the girl in
front of her over her glasses.  The blonde was
everything Alexus wanted to be: beautiful, outgoing,
poised, graceful.
Megan, for her part, looked quietly at the girl
sitting timidly in front of her.  She had a quiet,
natural beauty that really didn't require much makeup.
 Her eyes, dark brown, were framed nicely by her
stylish glasses.  And her dark auburn hair, though
pinned up in a stereotypically tight, librarian bun,
looked thick and lush.
"Hi, we're in the same class.  I'm Megan Watson," she
said, extending her hand.
Alexus took it quickly then let go, "I...I know.  Uh,
that is, I...  My name is Alexus...Alexus Mitchell."
"That's a beautiful name."
"Uh, so...so's yours," Alexus said, her voice a hoarse
whisper throughout the exchange.
"Thank you."
"Uh, what do you w-want?"
Megan was even more intrigued by this timid girl.  She
decided then and there that she was going to help
Alexus break out of her shell.  She wanted to befriend
this shy beauty.  
But, truth be told, if she could share Alexus' bed,
all the better.  She decided to test her new friend's
reactions.
"Well, I saw that there are several books on Sappho. 
Do you happen to know which one is the best?  Both
about her and with samples of her poetry?"
'Sappho?  This girl was interested in Sappho?' Alexus
thought.  'She doesn't look like...'
Instead of finishing that thought, Alexus looked up
again at Megan and was momentarily stunned by the
girl's beautiful eyes.  "Um, well...there isn't too
much of her actual poetry left anymore.  But there is
a book..."  Alexus turned to the computer terminal
next to her and quickly typed in a request.
"Uh, h-here is...  This book..."  Alexus stopped when
she realized that Megan couldn't see the screen. 
Then, when Megan came around the desk and leaned over
Alexus, the brunette's mouth went dry.
Megan lightly brushed her breast against Alexus'
shoulder in a move that most would consider
accidental. She noticed the girl didn't wear perfume
but she had a healthy, clean aroma that was infinitely
sexier.  
"Oh, yes, I saw that book.  But it's checked out. 
Well, maybe I can get on a list to get it when it
comes in?"
Alexus, conscious of the heat on her back where the
girl's breast accidentally brushed her. glanced back
and said, "I...I suppose so..."
"Can you help me with that?" Megan asked brightly. 
She still leaned over the other girl.  She knew she
was pushing it but there was something about Alexus
Mitchell.  Finally she moved back to the front of the
desk - she didn't want to spook her.  
"Y-yes.  Just g-give me your name and phone number. 
Uh, I mean your phone number.  You...you already told
me..."  Alexus handed her a request slip.
"That's okay.  I'm Megan Watson," the blonde repeated.
 
She reached over and took the slip Alexus was offering
and filled in her address and phone number.  Then she
smiled again and handed it back.  "And here's my phone
number.
"You can get me there just about any time.  Or leave a
message.  Thank you, Alexus.  Nice to finally talk to
you too."
"Uh, yeah, n-nice to meet you, too," Alexus said
quietly.
Megan smiled and headed towards one of the study
rooms.  Alexus sat there lost in thought.  She could
still feel the soft weight of the other girl's breast
on her shoulder and smell her perfume.   And her
smile...there wasn't anything there but friendship
and...  What?
Alexus forgot the book in front of her, all she could
see was Megan's face with that beautiful smile and
those incredible eyes...
Those eyes almost had Alexus tell the blonde that she
was the one who had checked out the book of ancient
lesbian love poems.
* * * * * *
For two weeks, little changed.  Megan always had a
bright smile and a cherry 'hello' for Alexus when they
saw each other before or after class.  Alexus gave her
a timid reply, somewhat afraid of the bouncy young
woman again.
Megan was becoming disheartened.  While she didn't
expect the girl to just call her up out of the blue,
she had hoped that Alexus would say something more
than a grunted 'hi'.  She had attempted to initiate a
conversation but the girl gave mono-syllabic replies
and grunts in response to Megan's questions and
statements.
While discouraging, it also made the girl more
interesting to Megan.  And, the young blonde had to
admit, sexier for some reason she couldn't quite pin
down.
One Saturday afternoon, Megan was down in the Stacks
looking for a particular book.  As she wandered
through the endless rows of books, trying to figure
out the Dewey Decimal System, she caught a glimpse of
Alexus, in her usual drab sweater and long skirt, down
one of the cross aisles reshelving books. With a plan
beginning to form, she headed for the shy brunette. 
Alexus heard and saw Megan but hoped she wasn't coming
over.  She was scared at how she was reacting whenever
the other girl was near.  Her throat would go dry, her
knees become slightly unstable and she felt a strange,
tingly warmth between her legs.
"Alexus!  Hi!" Megan said.  
Alexus glanced at her then back to the cartload of
books.  She managed to mutter, "Uh, hi."
"Could you help me?  This Dewey guy must've been a
practical joker.  I can't figure this system out to
save my life," Megan chuckled.
Alexus looked at her and quietly said, "It's really
very simple."
 
Megan smiled, "Well, maybe to you but I'm just a dumb
blonde..."
"No...no you're not."
Megan smiled, "Thanks.  I'm not but I am confused.  I
need to find this book..."
Alexus took the slip and nodded.  "It's over here..."
The girl led the way through the vacant rows to the
aisle in question.  "Why..."
"Why what?" Megan asked.
"N-nothing."
"No, please.  Ask me."
"Wh-why did you say you were a dumb blonde?"
"It was a joke.  I know I'm not or else how could I
keep getting the grades I do since I wouldn't be
caught dead sleeping with any of our professors." 
Megan winked at Alexus as she added, "Well, not most
of them anyway."
"I...I can't believe..." Alexus was turning bright red
and looking around for something that could take her
away from this very uncomfortable discussion.
"What?  That I find a teacher attractive?  Or that I
find most of them not attractive?"
"Th-that you...  At all!"
"Don't you, Alexus?"
"No.  I don't think..."  Alexus turned her back on her
companion.
"How about Coach Johannsen?" Megan asked, picking the
faculty member that the school paper named most
eligible bachelor on campus.
Alexus shook her head.  But whether she was shaking
her head in amazement at the conversation or she was
indicating the football coach wasn't attractive was
impossible to deduce.
"What about Professor Mills?" Megan asked, naming
their mythology instructor.  And one of the most
attractive female professors in the entire school.
"Don't you think she's attractive?"
"I...  Well, I suppose that...  But I'm not..." 
Alexus felt her heart hammering in her chest.  What
was this girl trying to do?  Why was she asking these
questions?
"Not what?" Megan whispered, her breath tickling
Alexus' ear.  "Not attracted to women?"
Alexus turned, an unusual steely resolve forming in
her. "NO!" she shouted.  "I'm not...interested..."
Her voice faded as she found herself practically nose
to nose with Megan.  She was staring into those
darkened eyes and lost her train of thought.
Megan continued to whisper, "Alexus, you know that's a
very pretty name.  I've never met anyone named Alexus
who wasn't very pretty."
Alexus blushed at the compliment and said, "I'm not
pretty.  I'm not..."
"Oh yes, you are.  You are very pretty.  And very
sexy..."
Megan brushed her lips over Alexus' own.  She felt the
heat and trembling in the other girl but backed away. 
Alexus leaned in towards her for a moment then quickly
looked away.
Staring at the shelf in front of her, Alexus asked, in
a very shaky voice, "Wh...why did...  Why did you
do...that?"
"Because I wanted to.  I...I wanted to show you that
you are beautiful.  And desirable."
"You...you w-want...  I mean you l-like me?"  Alexus'
face was directed at the floor but she looked back,
her eyes quickly darting to Megan's face then falling.
Megan took her gently by the shoulders and turned her.
 "Yes.  I like you.  And I'd like to be your friend. 
If you don't..."
Alexus sighed inwardly in disappointment, she knew
women kissed friends hello.  That must've been what
Megan did.
And yet, the idea of this gorgeous girl as a friend
appealed to Alexus while it scared her. She pulled up
some of that steel she showed moments before and said,
"I...I'd like to be your friend too..."
"Great.  How soon do you get off work?"
"Uh, well, I'm not really on the schedule today.  I,
um, I just came in to help out..."
"Well, let's go to the Union and get some coffee or a
Coke or..."
"Wh-what about your book?"
"Oh yeah, let's grab that.  I'll get it checked out
while you get your stuff and..."  Megan finished her
sentence with a bye-bye wave.
"Uh, al...alright.  I guess."
"Listen, Alexus.  If you'd rather not..."
"NO!  No, I...I do..."
"Okay, where's my book?" Megan asked with a big,
friendly smile.
She turned the same smile on Alexus when the girl
exited the library several minutes later.  Alexus had
taken so long that Megan began to wonder if she'd
changed her mind.
"So, wanna go to the coffee shop in the Union?  Or we
could go to Bernie's," Megan offered.  Bernie's was a
quiet bar away from campus that was frequented by the
locals mainly - until later in the evening.  "You do
drink, don't you?"
"Wh...why do you ask?"
"Well, I don't know if you had religious beliefs
or..."
"I'm Catholic," Alexus replied quickly. "I mean, I was
raised...  I don't...  Not anymore."
Megan nodded, "Yeah, me too.  So, which would you
prefer?  Or is there some where else?"
"May...maybe we could just...uh, take a walk?" 
Megan looked around, it was a brisk but not
uncomfortable fall day.  Sunny and the trees were all
in the midst of their fall colors. A walk sounded
good.
They walked around campus then out into the town,
talking and getting to know each other.  Megan found
herself holding up a lot of the conversation but she
was happy that Alexus was willing to tell her things
and give her opinions on things.  Even if those
opinions were offered more as questions.
And Megan began to put together the other girl's life.
 She was beginning to understand why Alexus was so
quiet and shy.  She found herself wanting to throttle
the kids who had tormented her new friend.  And the
girl's parents too.
Megan said something along those lines but less
violent and Alexus spoke up sharply.  "No.  Mom and
Dad are great!  They're always there for me.  And my
brother."
"A new side to you.  I kinda like it," Megan said with
a giggle.  
Alexus blushed and turned away.  Fortunately her
outburst was not witnessed, they'd moved into a
virtually deserted park several blocks from campus.
"Hey, I meant what I said.  I liked seeing a more
assertive side to you."
Alexus didn't respond so Megan fell back on the
previous conversation, hoping in part to see that
steely resolve once again.
"So they were always there for you, but they didn't
see what you were going through...?"
"I didn't tell them.  I didn't want to upset them I
guess."  Alexus snorted, a sound caused Megan to stop
dead in her tracks.  "I guess I'm like them in a lot
of ways."
"Oh?" Megan asked as they resumed walking.
"Mom and Dad are really very smart.  They just don't
always see the forest for the trees, you know?"
"I do know.  A very good friend of mine was great with
math and science but he had no clue about women.  I
had to give him pointers about what to do and
especially who liked him."
"That was...nice of you."
"Well, he and I are friends.  And I wanted him to have
the best.  Since I play in a different league..."
Sighing inwardly when Alexus didn't say anything,
Megan walked on silently for almost a block.  She was
trying to get a feel for the girl beside her.  So far,
little besides her family seemed to get any major
reaction from her.
Could she be involved with her family?  Megan thought
that very unlikely.  And Alexus' question helped
confirm that.
"W-would you like to g-go out with my brother?" she
muttered.
"Huh?" Megan responded.
"Well, you said something about a league.  And he's a
great baseball player..."  Alexus' words trailed off
as she realized she really had little idea what she
was saying.  She was only making herself look foolish
to Megan.
Megan smiled, the girl's naiveté was charming.  She
wasn't ignoring Megan's hints and clues: the little
librarian had missed them completely.  
'Time to lay my cards on the table,' Megan decided.
"Alexus, what I meant about playing in a different
league...  It was a euphemism for my...orientation. 
You see, I like women."
Alexus nodded slowly, seeming to understand.
Regardless, Megan decided to lay it all out for the
other girl.  "I like them for friendship.  For
support.  For love."
Megan put her hand on Alexus forearm, halting the
other girl.  "I like you."
Alexus focused on the ground until she felt Megan's
warm hand on her cheek, gently moving her face up. 
She looked deep into Megan's bluish-green eyes,
captivated.  When Megan kissed her, she didn't even
think of pulling away.
Like the earlier kiss in the stacks, this was a simple
meeting of their lips.  Megan, heartened that Alexus
didn't pull away, leaned in again and kissed her
friend a little more forcefully.
Alexus thought her heart would burst from her chest,
it was throbbing so hard.  And the feeling between her
legs was almost painful in it's intensity.  Dare she
follow through?
Looking at Megan, she saw only love and desire. 
Throwing caution to the wind for perhaps the first
time in her life, Alexus leaned in and kissed Megan.
After a long moment of intense contact, Megan pulled
back.  "Thank you."
Alexus looked puzzled but before she could ask, Megan
cupped the back of her head and kissed her again. 
This time her tongue slipped out and traced the
brunette's quivering lips.  When they remained closed,
Megan pushed against them until her tongue was able to
slide into Alexus' mouth.
With a low moan, Alexus melted into Megan's arms.  The
wonderful sensation of the girl's tongue in her mouth,
searching and probing, playing with her tongue... 
Alexus had never felt anything so wonderful.  What if
she were to...
Megan almost giggled with happiness when Alexus'
tongue slipped into her mouth.  The shy girl was
clumsy but it was so exciting for the young blonde.
After several long minutes, they pulled back.  "I...I
never..."
"What?"  Alexus turned red and looked away.  "Was that
your first kiss?"
Alexus nodded, feeling suddenly miserable.  Surely
this girl wouldn't be interested in someone as like
her.
"Did you enjoy it?"  Alexus nodded again.
Megan was thrilled.  She had managed to break a chink
in the girl's protective armor.  And apparently she
had the joy of being the one to give Alexus her first
real lover's kiss.  Megan began to understand the
fascination men seemed to have with virgins.
Her thoughts were jerked back to the present when she
saw tears in Alexus' beautiful eyes.  "Hey!  What's
wrong?  I thought you enjoyed it?"
"I...I did.  B-but you can't want someone who's
never..."
Megan lifter the girl's chin with her fingertips. 
Smiling, she said, "Oh but you are so wrong.  I do
want you.  More than ever."
Alexus touched her lips, marveling at the sensations
she was still experiencing.  The taste of Megan was
new but wonderful.  The shy girl made one of the most
momentous decisions of her young life. 
She placed her hand at the back of Megan's head and
pulled the blonde's mouth to hers.  This time, she
invaded Megan's mouth with her tongue.
When Megan moaned into Alexus, the brunette felt her
entire body tingle.  She was afraid she'd swoon right
there, it was so exciting.
Megan was thrilled when Alexus initiated the kiss. 
The girl may not know much about kissing but Megan
knew she'd be happy to teach Alexus.  And to practice
with her.
Feeling Alexus' body start to slump, Megan broke the
kiss.  "Oh wow!  Alexus...whew!  That
was...incredible."
Alexus grinned broadly.  "It was?  Really?"
Megan nodded, "Yep!  Wanna do it some more?"
Alexus merely nodded.  She still couldn't believe this
beautiful, popular girl wanted her.
Megan tilted her head, gazing at her new love.  "I
think we need to loosen this up a bit," she said,
reaching around Alexus' head to release her pinned-up
hair.
As the auburn locks fell softly into place, Megan
stared in awe.  The shy girl's lovely face was
beautifully framed by her silky hair.  The eyeglasses,
something Megan found very sexy on a woman, added to
the vision.
"You are so beautiful," Megan breathed.
"No, I'm not..." Alexus said in denial.  Before she
could say anything more, Megan silenced her with
another heated kiss.
Both women were left breathless when they finally
separated.  Both smiled at the other.
"C'mon, let's go to my place.  No one will bother us
there."   Megan took Alexus' hand and led her out of
the park.  
As they walked through the quiet streets of the town,
Alexus was blind to the fall colors or even the people
walking by looking at her newly-revealed beauty.  Her
mind was totally consumed by the unfamiliar concept of
someone being attracted to her.
Even as she marveled at that, Alexus was beginning to
feel frightened.  This was a big step.  The biggest of
her life.  Even after initiating a kiss with Megan, a
major step for Alexus, she wasn't sure she wanted to
go with her feelings.  What if she was no good?  What
if she was so lame that Megan wouldn't want anything
to do with her again?  And what if that got out? 
She'd be a laughing stock.
For her part, Megan sensed a certain reticence in her
new friend.  While it was to be expected in such a new
situation, Megan could feel what Alexus wasn't even
aware of as yet.  The girl was scared.
They neared Megan's place and the blonde stopped them.
 She had to make sure Alexus was willing to be with
her.
"Alexus?  Before we go too far, I want you to know
that nothing will happen unless you want it to.  I'd
never do anything to hurt you or embarrass you."
Alexus blinked back a sudden wash of tears at the
sincerity she heard from Megan.  But she had no idea
what to say.
Megan filled in the long silence.  "Do you want to
come upstairs?  We don't have to do anything, not even
talk, unless you want to.  Okay?" 
Alexus nodded and followed the other girl up the
stairs to her apartment.  Once inside, she saw a very
neat, attractive place.  One she felt comfortable in.
"You...you have a nice place," Alexus said quietly.
"Thank you.  I like it.  And it's small so it's easy
to keep clean."
Alexus smiled and picked up a framed picture.  "Your
family?"
"Yep.  That's Mom, Dad, my irritating little
brother...  Hey, I'm sorry!  Would you like something
to drink?  I have soda, beer, some wine..."
"W-water is fine," Alexus answered.
Megan came in with a glass of ice water with a slice
of lemon for her guest and a Coke for her own
enjoyment.  
Deciding not to force the issue, she asked, "So, Alex,
tell me about your family."
The two near-lovers spent the late afternoon talking. 
As it got dark, Megan turned on one of the living room
lights and ordered a pizza for the two of them.  
As midnight neared, Alexus yawned widely.  Megan
chuckled, "Guess I kept you up past your bedtime..."
Alexus had grown quite comfortable with her new friend
and nodded.  "I got up pretty early this morning."
"If you want, you can crash here."  Seeing the look
that flashed across Alexus' face, Megan quickly added,
"The futon is really pretty comfortable."
Declining the offer, Alexus stood at the door for a
long moment.  Finally she said, "Thank you."
"For what?"
"Today...well, everything."  Alexus touched her lips
briefly.  "And for not..."
Megan took her hand and squeezed it gently as she
smiled, "You're welcome."
"Good night."
Standing in the doorway, Megan leaned forward and
quickly kissed Alexus lightly, "Good night."
* * * 
Over the next several weeks, the two girls saw each
other quite often outside of class.  They were
becoming quite close.  Those who knew of Megan's
lifestyle were mixed, some supposing there was a
secret, torrid affair going on and the rest wondering
at their friend's apparently celibate relationship.
For Megan, this was a friendship and the beginning of
a true intimacy she had wanted for so long.  While she
still wanted Alexus sexually, she cherished their
closeness.  The shy girl was quickly becoming her best
friend and closest confidante.
For Alexus, this was the first true friendship she'd
had outside of her family.  While she had
acquaintances in high school and college, none were as
important to her as Megan.  The fun-loving girl was
helping her realize there was a lot more in life she
wanted to experience.
The two influenced each other in other ways as well. 
While not over-doing it, Megan occasionally like to
dress to catch others' eyes.  It had started when she
had her navel pierced a few years before.  She started
wearing shirts and blouses too small for her to show
off her midriff.  Then short-shorts in warm weather
and very tight jeans at other times.  Nothing that
different than most other young adults.
Since meeting Alexus, she wore slightly more demure
clothing.  No flashy colors or too-tight tops and
pants.  But, she reasoned, she'd be going out into the
real world soon and should be ready.  A small part of
her consciousness knew she wanted to share some things
only with Alexus...if the other girl ever got over her
nervousness.
Alexus had also changed her appearance but it was a
much more noticeable change.  Gone were the
ultra-tight hair buns.  She still often wore it pinned
up but it was softer and looser.  And, after Megan
showed her how, she let some strands hang alongside
her face softly framing it.  She also began to use a
touch of makeup, mainly lip gloss.
The overall effect was enough to cause heads to turn. 
Some of her fellow students had no idea this emerging
beauty was the quietly mousy librarians' aide that was
often found buried in the Stacks.
The brunette's clothing was improving as well.  Megan
took her shopping a couple of times and insisted on
specific clothes for the girl.  In deference to her
still repressed self-image, Megan let her get longer
skirts but not the burlap-sack style (as the young
blonde jokingly called Alexus' wardrobe).  Alexus even
had some tops that she never thought she'd dare wear
in public - clinging sweaters and pastel shirts with
more than a hint of cleavage.
Soon enough, she found herself wearing those clothes
as she shared a lunch or dinner and drinks with Megan.
 But, true to her years of shyness, she never noticed
the admiring glances from others around them. 
Fortunately, she did notice how Megan seemed to
appreciate her new look.
Alexus found her thoughts often turning to Megan. 
These thoughts weren't always mere friendship.  She
had never forgotten the kisses they had shared.  And
the times that Megan had touched her face or hair as
they worked together to enhance Alexus' natural beauty
were seared into the brunette's memory.
At one time, when they were clothes shopping, she had
tried on a more daring dress than she could ever
imagine wearing in public.  It was backless and
low-cut in front with a long skirt slit nearly to her
waist.  When Alexus had meekly exited the dressing
room, after giving into Megan's teasing dare to try
the dress on, she saw how the blonde's eyes flashed. 
Saw the suppressed desire there.
It was all she could do not to masturbate in the
dressing room.  But she more than made up for that in
the quiet of her room at night.  
Some of her fantasies had been supplemented by visits
to some on-line erotic story sites.  She had often
visited them before but had mainly read the het
stories.  Before meeting Megan, her interests turned
to the bisexual stories.  
Those interested her more than the straight sex
stories until some man entered the action.  Finally,
after meeting Megan and subconsciously giving in to
the truth, she started to read the lesbian stories
almost exclusively.  She found these excited her the
most.  And gave her fuel for her late-night fantasy
excursions.
All of her masturbatory fantasies now involved women. 
Long-haired women.  Short-haired women.  Tall women,
short women, buxom women, slim women.  Blondes,
brunettes, red heads.  But all had Megan's lovely
face.
Well over a month after their friendship began, Alexus
was down in the Stacks, putting up returned books. 
While she liked working the various desks now, she
still felt most comfortable surrounded by the shelves
and shelves of books.
This time she was in a hurry.  She was meeting Megan
for dinner.  But, if she kept up her courage, it would
lead a special desert.
Blushing and giggling at her own double entendre,
Alexus didn't notice Megan's arrival.
"What's so funny?"
"OH!" Alexus shrieked.  "Megan!  You scared me!" 
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay."  Alexus giggled again.
"So, what's so funny?"
Alexus blushed and scanned the area around them. 
Seeing no one, not unusual on late Saturday afternoon,
she quickly kissed Megan.
"Oh!  What was that for?"
Smiling, Alexus said, "You know what we were...  A few
weeks ago...  You know...  I was scared and you..."
"When we kissed," Megan said.  If she hadn't, Alexus
could've stumbled over her words for another five
minutes.  It was cute but Megan wanted to know what
she had to say.
"Yes.  Well, I think...  That is, I know I'm...  Oh
God, why is this so hard to say?"
Megan stepped up and placed her hands lightly on
Alexus' shoulders.  "Are you sure?"
Not daring to speak again, Alexus simply nodded.
Megan's hands slid down to the middle of the girl's
back and pulled her close.  "I have wanted you for so
long..."
They kissed.  As before, it was long, slow and quietly
simmering.  And, as before, Alexus felt her loins
afire with need and want.
Quietly intense, the couple fused together as one, 
tongues dancing and moving from one mouth to the
other, tasting and probing and delighting.
A loud thump jerked Megan back.  "What's that?"
Alexus, her mouth still burning with pleasure, managed
to reply, "Just one of the heating ducts.  It's an old
building..."
"Okay..." Megan drawled, relieved.  She kissed Alexus
again, her tongue thrusting and playing with the other
girl's.
Finally, after long, quiet minutes of passionate
kissing, Megan pulled back.
"You're sure you're ready?"
Alexus nodded again, touching her lips and smiling.
"Good.  Then can I ask you a favor?"
Finding her voice, Alexus replied hoarsely, "Y-yes."
"Alexus, can I fulfill one of my fantasies here and
now?"
Megan looked apprehensive but nodded.  She was
learning to trust and knew she could trust her friend.
 And lover?
Megan dropped to her knees, muttering, "I love this
skirt..."
She quickly ducked under the long folds and, in the
darkness, smelled her quarry.  It was musky and oh-so
tantalizing.
"These have to go," she declared.
Alexus, already shocked that Megan was under her
dress, let out a tiny "Eep!" when she felt her panties
get tugged down to her ankles.  When Megan grasped one
foot, she lifted it then the other as she freed the
scrap of cotton.
Warm breath flowed against Alexus' wetness.  She
quivered and grasped one of the shelf supports.  Her
grip tightened and she almost passed out when she felt
Megan's tongue part her hidden treasure.
"Oh G-god!" Alexus breathed.  She had never felt
anything like the exquisite softness of Megan's tongue
against her pussy.
Having dreamed of this girl for so long, and getting
chance to enjoy a fantasy of public sex, Megan decided
to enjoy this while she could.
Slowly, her tongue traced the outer, then the inner
lips of the woman over her.  She tasted Alexus'
secretions and they were like an aphrodisiac to her -
she had to have more.
After learning every nook, cranny, and fold of the
labia with her tongue, Megan lightly nibbled on the
puffy, aroused flesh.  Taking one of the lips in her
teeth, she pulled a bit until she heard a quiet,
muffled squeak.  Then she repeated the action on the
other protruding lip.
All the while, the girl's fluids were seeping onto her
lips and chin.  Megan licked at the extra nectar
before going back to the source.
Alexus quivered with each touch of Megan's tongue and
lips.  When she felt her labia being tugged, the
sensation quivered along her nervous system.  But when
that wonderful tongue entered her, she felt again like
she would collapse.  Screwing her eyes shut, she saw
multi-colored stars flaring behind her eyelids.  Her
knuckles were white where she was grasping the shelf
supports.
Megan, in darkness herself, found the target of her
desire unerringly every time she pulled away.  Once
she pushed her tongue inside, she sealed her lips
around the other girl's nether lips.  
'An X-rated French kiss,' she thought as she
tongue-fucked Alexus.  Each thrust was rewarded with
another sample of the brunette's sweetly musky cum.
Soon, her exploring tongue found that special spot. 
As she touched Alexus' g-spot, the girl moaned and her
knees sagged on either side of Megan.  The blonde used
on hand to brace a smooth thigh while the other
supported the softest ass she had ever touched.
And her tongue continued to thrust and contact the
hidden nerve bundle.
Alexus knew orgasms from her personal explorations but
none of them were like this.  Everything exploded into
whiteness behind her closed lids and she lost track of
everything but the ultimate sensations coming from her
vagina.  Her pussy.  Her...
Her mind blanked out and she would've fallen but for
Megan's firm hands.
Megan planted another, lighter kiss in the brown
thatch of hair above the wet heat as she let Alexus
calm briefly.  At least that was her plan.  Then her
tongue snuck out to play.
After tasting the girl in her own pubic hair, Megan
wanted more.  Again.  Her tongue slipped through the
kinky curls to the momentary center of Alexus' entire
existence.  It slipped inside easily, resuming the
'French kiss'.
After tongue-kissing Alexus long and thoroughly under
her dress, Megan decided to finish this particular
interlude.  Moving up a fraction of an inch, she found
the girl's not-so shy clitoris standing out proudly
from it's protective hood.
Gently but insistently, she assailed that marvelous
nub of pleasure.
This time, Alexus did pass out.  The pleasure was so
intense that everything whited out for her.  When she
finally came back to herself, she was amazed to find
she was still standing.
Megan, sitting on her heels but outside the folds of
the long skirt, smiled up at her.  "I knew you weren't
a screamer.  But, oh my, you do cum, don't you?"
Alexus pulled the blonde up and kissed her, tasting
herself for the first time.  Her tongue insistently
searched her new lover's mouth as she tasted herself
over and over.
Pulling back, she smiled shyly.
"What?" Megan asked, hoping she already knew the
answer.  She did.
"I want to...do that to you, too."
"Is there somewhere more private?"
Alexus glanced around then nodded, "Yes.  Down here. 
Come on."  She grabbed her lover's hand and led the
way through the shelves.
Megan, happily amazed by the sudden assertiveness of
her girlfriend, followed.  She was also very excited. 
She had already been the first to sample Alexus'
favors but she was also going to be Alexus' first
lover.  And, needless to say, her first woman lover.
They came to a locked door with a small keypad. 
Alexus glanced over her shoulder and smiled, "This is
the room they store rare books.  No one comes down
here.  It's sealed with humidity control..."
Alexus looked back at the key pad. "I shouldn't do
this but..." she muttered with a wicked giggle.
Keying in the combination, she pulled the blonde into
the room beyond.  After closing the door, she flipped
on the light.
The room was full of glass-fronted bookcases, each
full of books.  Most were obviously ancient
manuscripts but there were a few old paperbacks mixed
in among the leather-bound tomes and the age-old
scrolls.  In the center, under a bank of shaded lamps,
was a long oak table with chairs scattered around it.
Alexus kissed Megan again.  As the brunette's tongue
sought hers out, Megan knew she could easily get very
used to this new, aggressive side of her friend.
Alexus' hands fumbled with the buttons on Megan's
jeans.  Finally, she managed to open the pants and
dropped to her knees and peeled the denim down the
long, shapely legs.
Admiring the sky-blue, lacy thong covering the
blonde's sex, Alexus grasped her hips and spun Megan
around.  The blue material disappeared in between her
round cheeks.
Caressing the warm flesh, Alexus planted several soft
kisses on both cheeks.  As she rubbed her cheek on one
cushiony buttock, she pulled the thong down to the
floor.
Emboldened by her new love's daring, she decided now
it was her turn to fulfill a forbidden fantasy. 
Alexus pressed her face into the warm fissure,
nuzzling Megan's ass.  Her tongue slid out and licked
up and down the blonde's crease, pausing to swab at
the hidden rosebud.
Megan, who had never had a lover touch her in such a
way, moaned loudly.  This was incredible!  The mousy
little librarian was not only into women but into
their asses as well!
Not that Megan was complaining.
Reaching around the girl's hips, Alexus used her
fingers to fondle Megan the way she masturbated at
home.  With her tongue darting around and pushing at
the tight sphincter, she felt the extreme arousal of
her new partner.
Fingers slid easily into the hot pussy, stroking the
inner walls as Alexus' thumb stroked around the
still-hooded clitoris.  That little nubbin slowly
eased itself out as Megan became even more aroused.
Megan, turned on by bringing Alexus to two orgasms in
a public part of the library, was already close to
climaxing.  When she felt the tongue at her ass, she
was close to the edge.  At the gentle touch of fingers
in her pussy, she was on the edge.  When the thumb
brushed her clit, she went over the edge, falling
across the table as her strength left her.
Alexus was rewarded with a tightening around the tip
of her tongue and a gush of wetness on her hand.  She
quickly brought that around and tasted Megan.  It was
wonderful, the girl tasted as good as she smelled. 
And Alexus loved Megan's aroma.
After thoroughly cleaning her fingers, she bent lower
and took her first taste of another woman directly
from her core.  Megan could only shudder as Alexus
licked at her nearly over-aroused sex.
Smiling, thinking it was only fair, Alexus continued
to explore this unknown, but very lovely territory
with her lips and tongue.  Suckling on the painfully
hard clit brought another gush from Megan's pussy
which Alexus happily lapped up.
Minutes later, when Megan came back to reality, she
was amazed to find herself sitting on Alexus' lap. 
The brunette, her glasses smeared with Megan's
secretions, smiled happily at her.
"My God!  You've never done that before?  You're
sure?"  Alexus nodded, her smile broadening.  "You are
a natural.  And a wonder!"
Alexus, her fears of inadequacy with Megan stilled
forever, kissed her lover.  "I want to do this in a
bed," she whispered as she stroked the blond tuft
between Megan's legs.  "All night long.
"And tomorrow night.  And the night after.  And..."
Megan silenced her with a deep, loving kiss.
* * *
Five years later, Megan was working for a major
corporation in their accounting department.  She was
already an assistant manager and rapidly working her
way up the ladder.  
Alexus worked for the city's main library.  She had
managed to become the custodian of their rare books
division as well as Chief Assistant Librarian.  And
soon to be the youngest Chief Librarian in the city's
history.
On the fifth anniversary of their first time, just
like every year before, Megan left work early and met
her soulmate in the Stacks to renew their commitment
in a dangerously exciting way.  (This year, Alexus
wore some daring black lace undies for her woman.) 
This was always followed by a long, leisurely night of
loving and cuddling at their home.
Both always managed to take off the day after.  They
needed the time to recover.  
And to frolic some more.

 (c) John O'Conner

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