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Subject: {ASSM} Glimpses 20/94 by jane
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Date: Fri, 27 Feb 2004 01:10:05 -0500
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Author: jane
Title: Glimpses 20/94
Summary: Mai's late shift at her library is more 
interesting than usual.
Keywords: none
Length: 1390 words
Copyright: c. 2004


          *9 January 1997, Thursday  part three*

_she seemed so real ... so troubled ... fragile ... i cooed 
to her, gentle, rounded words that almost rhymed, almost 
murmured as they rattled from my keys ... i picked her 
blouse and shorts up off the floor ... and folded them and 
laid them like theyd just been laundered on her bed ... i 
kissed her ... i rolled my tongue along her neck and ear 
forever ... and whispered how her girlfriends tongue would 
touch her soft, sweet lips ... and mumbled so she had to 
guess what i had written ... and moaned the words together 
just like snowflakes blown across her lawn ... stopped 
writing altogether as i nibbled on her lip ...

it was midnight when we typed goodbyes ... she said shed 
made a towel all wet ... she said shed had a strong one ... 
shed screamed in capitals 'rebecca' when she finally lost 
control ... i volunteered my addy ... she typed me hers ... 
i never thought wed use them ... just a favour to a 
troubled teen ... a chance to glimpse her mind ... to touch 
her lightly on the shoulder like a mom ... to help her 
sleep ... perchance to dream of other lovers ...

another drama on a different stage took place that night 
while marsha slept ... id had a part in that one, too, a 
small one ... id kept in contact with christina all that 
fall and early winter ... shared the secret that shed 
harboured ... her trysts with mai ... id mostly listened 
... she didnt need advice or comfort, really ... just a 
place and time to talk ... to knit and purl her story into 
garments ... to try out styles shed never worn before in 
public ...

chicago ..._

                          *§*

Midnight.  The clock reported every even-numbered minute, 
jerking forward with a snap that shocked the reading room.  
It woke up nodding students.  It irked the inlaid gargoyles 
bordering the ceiling.  It broke the rule of silence.  Mai 
frowned at it; decorum was her job.  At 12:02 it barked 
again.  Her heels replied in whispers as she tiptoed 
through the stacks that filled the centre of the room.

_One half hour until we close.  Too long.  I cannot bear 
another order blank or book review.  Douglas, sleeping now.  
Tina, also.  Monday we will meet.  My shift is late again; 
our morning will be free.  Her hair as fair as winter 
sunlight.  Her laughter ... Too hard to think of her.  Too 
hard to ponder riddles while at work._  Mai counted twenty 
scholars scattered through the rows of vacant tables.  
_Imprisoned.  Why?  Willing refugees from all the pleasures 
of their dorm?_  Grim, they hunched in silence over texts 
and pens.  The clock advanced another notch.  Mai focussed 
past her restlessness.  She melted into Now.

_What?_  Her eye caught movement to her left.  A couple sat 
alone, across from one another.  A muffled giggle.  From 
where she stood, Mai faced the woman, saw the boyfriend 
from behind.  Long blonde lustre framed the co-ed's wanton 
smile.  The work in front of them forgotten, they shared 
some secret just for two.  The gargoyles coughed a warning.  
Her duty was to intervene.  Instead, Mai backed between two 
rows of books to watch in secrecy.

The girl slumped deeper in the heavy wooden chair.  _He 
moves.  Below the table, with his hand.  Touches knee-high 
stockings.  Disappears beneath a hem of pleated tartan.  
The hand moves like a mole across a fabric lawn.  Oh!  Not 
yet.  Just watch them.  The woman's leg is lifted, carried 
to the seat between his thighs.  He leans to give the hand 
more reach._  Mai smoothed, unconsciously, the rayon dress 
across her stomach.  _Remember every detail.  Tina, too, 
will love it._  Once more the clock mocked silence.  
Beneath the skirt, an awkward struggle.  The woman lifted 
slightly off her chair, spilled gusts of gold across her 
shoulder.  A flash of white was ushered down her legs.  Mai 
squirmed.  He tossed the panties on the table, then craned 
his head to see if others saw.  The woman blushed and hid 
the prize inside a notebook.  Mai quivered deep inside.

The hand returned.  Without a pause or tease or care about 
the way the skirt rode up along her thigh, the hand 
returned to search for more.  The co-ed spread her legs a 
little wider, let hunger twist her face.  Mai watched the 
young man strain the limits of his arm.  Mai watched her 
breasts compress against the table's edge.  She heard her 
moan.  She slid further down the chair toward the hand, 
held to the table with her chin.  She moved her hips 
completely off the seat to press her pubis onto him.  She 
closed her eyes.  And slipped!  Lost equilibrium.  Just 
past her point of balance, she tottered.  Teetered.  Hung 
in limbo, cheek to jowl with gravity.  Then, she caught 
herself; the chair scraped tile.  Heads turned.  The couple 
froze.  The clock lurched forward.  Easing back onto the 
chair, they breathed.  All three of them together.

The couple waited, hid behind a textbook screen and laid a 
whispered plan.  They stood.  They leaned against each 
other, hand in hand and walked into the stacks.

Mai marked their hiding place, then reached and loosed the 
straps that held her heels.  She crept in hose along the 
icy floor to the adjacent aisle.  She stalked them.  The 
shelves were nearly full, a curtain.  Mai squatted, 
squinted at her prey just inches from the dusty row of 
books.  _Please.

She kneels also.  If she turns her head, we will be eye to 
eye.  She will not._  She was pinioned, stabbed as on a 
spindle, a memo, captured by a penis thrusting from his 
jeans.  The co-ed teased it with her lips, kissed its ruby 
head.  She grasped its shaft and squeezed it while she 
licked along its length.  _Shhh.  No noise.  None must hear 
you groan._  The girl pushed forward, open mouthed.  The 
penis disappeared.  Mai watched the throat contract with 
sucking, lips clamber up the shaft, press tight around the 
head.  Watched it all repeated.  Watched until his cum 
began to spurt first in her mouth and then onto her cheek 
and hair.  The metal shelves cracked loudly and echoed in 
the room!  "Shit!"  His curse was louder still.

_Do not breathe.  Do not move.  Listen for the others.  His 
clumsiness betrays us._  The couple tucked the wilted penis 
out of sight.  Their arms enfolded; her mouth devoured his.  
Her hands pulled up the skirt.  She led his fingers to her 
hip.  _Hungry.  Careless.  Must be quiet._  Chairs scraped 
tile behind them.  Texts slapped against a briefcase.  
_They will walk right past us.  Heads will turn.  Trouble.  
They do not know or care._

Mai stood and stepped around the stacks to face them.  The 
co-ed whirled in panic.  Mai raised a finger to her lips.  
She whispered, warmly, "Others come.  They must not see."  
Mai smiled and blushed.  "Please, pardon my intrusion."

The co-ed whispered back, "Are we in trouble?"

"Not yet."

"We're desperate."

"I know.  They will go now.  Pretend you are looking for a 
book.  Wait here.  Give me five minutes."

The woman mouthed a thank you, then kissed her date and 
straightened clothing.

"I will come back."

The scholars didn't hesitate on exiting, didn't pose a 
parting query, returned reserves, a book checked out, an 
orange peel for the garbage.  The pages and the clerks had 
left an hour before.  Mai locked the door and walked back 
to her lovers.

"We can not be caught here after one.  Alarms will sound at 
any movement."

"Thank you so much," the co-ed gushed.  "We want to repay 
you."

"It is not necessary ..."

The woman cut her off.  "We talked it over.  You could 
watch again."

"I ..."

"It's okay.  We didn't mind; we liked it.  For you this 
time."

Mai stood absorbing their emotions, watching as the 
boyfriend hiked the skirt above her waist and with his 
fingers stroked her openly.  Mai caught reflections of 
their passion; she writhed in mirrored ecstasy.  Her knees 
grew weak.  She chewed her knuckles at their climax, then 
dropped her eyes with modesty as they embraced and fixed 
their clothing.

They thanked her as they left; she thanked them back.  The 
clock jumped yet again.  Her shift was finally over.








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