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The Right Tool for the Job

It had been a couple of days since my encounter with
Lisa.  I was finally starting to relax again.  Maybe
my indiscretions would just fade into the mists of
time like I had originally hoped.

The phone at the reference desk rang.  It was Emilee
the reference page calling from the staff room, the
room where I had taken Lisa.

"The computer back here is making a strange noise" she
said.

"Okay, I'll be back in a few minutes to check on it" I
replied.

It was a fairly quiet afternoon, so I was able to slip
away from the reference desk for a few minutes again. 
I walked to the staff room and opened the door.  The
sound I was greeted with was the gentle hum of a
computer fan.

Puzzled, I turned to Emilee.  The sight that greeted
me was surprising, to say the least.  She was sitting
in the chair at her desk, naked from the waist down. 
She was smiling, but looked a little nervous.

Needless to say, just looking at her did little to
eliminate my confusion.  Not knowing exactly how to
act in this situation, I figured I would fall back on
what I came here for.

"You called about a noise?" I queried.

"Ummmm, there isn't anything wrong with the computer"
she offered, unhelpfully.

"Okay, I suppose you want me to ask why you aren't
wearing anything below your tee shirt then."

"I want you to do to me what you did to that woman the
other day." 

Damn, there it was.  I knew this was going to bite me.
 She had obviously seen me somehow, so there was
little reason to deny it.  It was time for those gears
in my head to start turning again.  They had obviously
served me so well last time.

To start with, Emilee was a fairly average looking
girl of either 16 or 17.  Her skin, as much as I could
see of it, was uniformly pale, but smooth.  Either she
didn't spend much time in the sun, or just plain
didn't tan.  Her hair was long, past shoulder length
at least, dark brown and straight. Her legs were
nicely shaped and slightly parted.  They framed a
nicely trimmed triangle of dark hair between her legs.
 There was nothing physically that would make it less
than pleasurable to fulfill her request.  I liked her
personally as well.

"Emilee, I would love to do that, but there is one
problem.  I'm pretty sure you are underage."  I
offered, knowing it would not deflect her from her
purpose.

She laughed.  She wasn't going to let me off the hook.
 In the end, I had two choices.  I could walk out of
that room and risk her telling someone what I did.  In
that case, I would lose my job and likely be kicked
out of my house.  If I chose to go down on her, and
someone found out, I would have the possibility of
those two benefits, plus the opportunity to tour the
local justice system.

In the end, the decision was made by the apparent
ruler of my body, Peter "Pete" Hardon, who was
providing a growing bulge in my pants at the time.  I
would be going down on that girl.

"You can never tell a soul about this" I said, knowing
I had read that line in several erotic stories.  I
didn't think it was terribly funny at the time, but it
seems that in all of the stories I had read with that
line, the girl had told someone.

She smiled and spread her legs further as I got on my
knees between them.  I could tell she had been
thinking about this for a little while as her pussy
glistened with juice.  I swiped my tongue across her
lips for a quick taste.  She tasted sweet and clean. 
I was hooked.  I set about my task with a little more
gusto that I had originally felt.

She hooked her legs over the arms of the chair she was
sitting in.  This had the effect of spreading her
pussy lips very wide and giving me full access to the
sensitive folds between her legs.  I took full
advantage.  I started by swiping my tongue from the
very bottom of her pussy, near her ass, up toward her
clit.  I moved rather slowly and let my tongue squirm
into her pussy and feel around.  She wiggled her hips
a bit and moaned.  As I worked my way north, my nose
brushed her clit.  Her hips rotated toward me to try
to get her clit into my mouth.  I dodged just a little
bit and let my tongue slide around her clit without
actually touching it.

She growled with frustration and grabbed handfuls of
my hair to guide my mouth where she wanted it.  Game
on.  I attacked her clit vigorously.  She wanted me on
her clit and I wanted to give her all she could
handle.  My tongue swirled repeatedly around and over
her clit in random patterns.  Her breath was ragged
and she was moaning nearly continuously, stopping only
to interject and "Oh, god!" or a "Yes!"

Then I sucked her clit into my mouth to continue
attacking it with my tongue.  She let out a gasp and
then a little squeak as her abdominal muscles
tightened involuntarily.  She was getting close.  I
didn't let up.  Her moans became louder and louder
until her orgasm hit.  Then silence.  I glanced up as
well as I could and her mouth was open in a,
thankfully silent, scream.  She pulled my head hard
into her pussy and her legs clamped shut as her pussy
muscles began to ripple and twitch in orgasm.  I eased
off a bit on her clit and just tried to gently swirl
around it as her hips darted around.  It wasn't
totally clear if she was trying to get her clit into
my mouth, or away from it, but she was still coming,
so I kept chasing.

As her orgasm ended, she released her grip on my hair.
 I swirled my tongue around the entrance of her pussy
to lap up the lubrication she had released during her
orgasm.  She smiled weakly down at me.

I backed away from her a bit, and she let her legs
slide off the armrests.

"Is that what you wanted?" I asked.

"God yes" she answered.  "I haven't been able to think
of anything else since I saw you do this the other
day."

"I thought we had snuck in here without being seen.  I
guess I was wrong" I said.

"I came around the corner right as she kissed you.  I
hid a couple of aisles away until you went to the
staff room.  I was apparently able to open the door
quietly enough so you didn't hear me.  I just had my
head around the corner so I could watch what you were
doing."

"Damn" I said.  "I could get in huge trouble from all
of this."

"I know it won't come from me, and I'm pretty sure
that you're safe as far as that other woman is
concerned too.  She saw me just after she came.  She
smiled and me and then held her finger to her lips to
remind me to be quiet.  Then she motioned for me to go
back outside because you were almost done.  I needed
to get away just then anyway as I had something to
take care of" she said with a little smirk.

"She found me a bit later on the main floor and told
me I needed to keep quiet about what I had just seen. 
Then she recommended your services and here we are."

Great, I'm the oral sex king of the reference desk.  I
didn't know that position was even available.

I reminded Emilee again as she dressed that it was
important that this not get around.  She smiled and
walked over to me.

"You don't need to worry.  I need to keep you around
in case I need your `services' again.  Besides, I
think your other lady friend will be back for more as
well.  She would be mad at me if I got you fired, or
worse."

I put my hands on her waist and pulled her toward me. 
We sealed our little relationship with a kiss.  Our
tongues swirled together a few moments before we
parted.

"Hmmm, I don't taste do bad, do I?" she asked as she
licked her lips.

"No you don't" I said, laughing.  "Well, I hate to eat
and run, but I have to get back to the desk."

I pulled her against me for a quick hug and felt her
soft breasts press against me as she melted into my
arms.  We pulled slowly apart as I was dragged away by
the need to get back to the desk before it was noticed
that I had been gone for a while.  My hands slid down
her arms as we parted.  The last things to touch were
our fingertips.  She let her arms fall to her sides
and I raked my eyes over her a bit.  I was starting to
wish I had time to finish the job that I had started. 
I was still sporting a pretty serious erection as
well.  That didn't go unnoticed by my young coworker. 
Her eyes darted down and her lips turned up in a
small, questioning, smile.

"Maybe another time" I admonished, acknowledging that
I knew what she was thinking.  "I don't have time for
that right now."

"I might have to hold you to that" she said.

With that I left the room.  I had to sneak to my desk
and grab my toothbrush again.  I reminded myself that
I might want to get more toothpaste and maybe some
condoms if this were going to continue.

I made it back to the reference desk just in time to
greet a middle aged man.

"What can I help you with today?" I asked.

"Can you take me back to where 613.95 would be?"

"Sure.  Follow me."  I rose again and walked around
the reference desk.  He followed me in silence until
we got to the right section.  He looked around just a
bit before speaking.

"My wife, Lisa, wanted me to thank you for helping her
the other day."

Oh crap.  The death spiral had started.  I had an
angry husband on my hands.  I was going to lose my job
and my family.  He saw the fear in my eyes.

"I want to thank you too."

Huh.  Confusion again reigned in my mind.  He was
thanking me for going down on his wife?  That didn't
really add up.  Most men would be furious.

"Between the needs of my business and my inexperience
when we married, I never got around to seeing how
important it was to keep my wife happy in certain
ways.  When she came home from the Library, she was
positively glowing.  Eventually it came out why and
she showed me the book she brought home.  We tried
about everything in there that we thought we had
flexibility enough to attempt.  I was finally able to
make her cum.  I don't think I'll be able to get it up
again for a month, but she was sure happy."

This was rapidly moving toward too much information. 
I was happy that Lisa had turned her man into a love
machine, but I didn't see what this had to do with me.

"Oh, I'm sorry.  I forgot to introduce myself.  I'm
Stanley Jacobsen."

He must have noticed the puzzled look on my face.

"I didn't come down here just to thank you for messing
around with my wife" he said ironically.  "I have a
proposition for you."

I racked my brain trying to think of what I might have
that he could possibly want.  I didn't come up with
anything, so I thought I would remain silent and let
him supply the answer.

"I want you to take my daughter's virginity."

God I'm glad the CPR books are back here.

The shock I felt must have registered on my face.  He
smiled, actually reassuringly.

"No.  I'm not crazy.  My wife has educated me on how
happy she is now.  She could have had that happiness
all along if we had only known.  My daughter is at the
age now when she will be getting curious and I want
her first experience to be a good one."

He didn't allow me the time it would take to prepare a
sane rebuttal to that line of logic.  He offered his
hand to shake and said he would send her in.  Then he
turned to walk away.

"Wait a minute.  How will I know who she is?" I asked.

He thought for a second.  "I'll send her in to ask for
"The Salmon of Doubt" by Douglas Adams.  No teenage
girl would ever request that."

That actually made a little sense and would be a
surprisingly effective signal.  This fact again threw
me off the fact that this was completely insane. 
Unfortunately, it was too late to object, or even get
more information.  Stanley had gone.  I was now
Stanley's tool, I guess.


DM


		
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