His first inclination giving chase, but it was pointless. The Asshole would freeze Gary again, if not something worse. Like the man said, he was going to need some serious "voodoo". The second notion was to just walk away and get as much distance as possible, but Gary'd also just make a fool out of himself when his bladder burst. The third option, ditch Angel and go into hiding, never even occurred to him. Actually, dumping Angel and running far, far away bounced around in some deep self-preservation concerned portion of his brain, but the rest of the brain ganged up and beat the shit out of it in a dark neural alley before the conscious got wind of the option.

He was just finishing up when the washroom door opened and Angel called out.

"Gre--Gary?"

Angel, we have to get the hell out of here, run far away and hide for a while. There is a crazy asshole screwing with our minds. He wants to ruin everything for us. We have to go! didn't make it all the way to the vocal cords. Something blocked it. The Asshole had done something else.

All he could do was stiffen at the thought of being alone in a bathroom with Angel. What happened last time . . . woo! Taking the asshole up on his offer and fucking Angel in the library flashed through his brain. She'd be worth it.

No she was worth more. A lot more.

"Angel? Uh. Be out in a sec," Gary said, stepping out of the cubicle and zipping up. Angel stared at the diminishing gap in front of the growing bulge and licked her lips.

"Mmmm, you want to . . .?"

"In the library, Angel?"

"Yeah, but not here. Somewhere private. Wash your hands and let's go!"

Angel led the way, hips swaying even more than usual, to the reference section. Deep within the bowels of ancient and new knowledge, Angel glowed.

"You were right," she said, "we should go slow. Make sure getting married so young really is a good idea. Grandma always says 'marry in haste, repent in leisure', but that's because she hates dad for some reason."

Angel's hands lifted her tee shirt up to expose a firm abdomen. "First, though, I want you to see what you'll be getting. If we do this your way, I'm not taking any chances with you getting away."

Her hips swayed softly to her own internal music as the shirt inched up, over the bottom of the bra and stalled while Angel smiled. Up, up slowly, then, in a smooth motion, the shirt was over her head and dropping to the floor.

Gary could feel his eyes glassing over, but was it really him or the Asshole? Angel's bra came loose as she reached back and popped a catch. Angel, it was definitely Angel that was firing him up, but would she be stripping in a library without being prodded by the Asshole? Probably not. She probably wasn't this good a stripper normally either.

Like I know what a good strip show is like, realized Gary. Oh man. How do know Angel really looks like this? She could be five hundred pounds and ugly as hell. Nah, that's garbage. The Asshole wanted to watch porn. Nobody likes to watch porn with ugly people it, I've seen that much on the internet. Angel has to be a walking wet dream in real life. Does it matter if she is or isn't if she can make me hard with a smile?

Angel smiled and he stopped thinking so clearly. She looked just as turned on as Gary felt. Angel's face combined happiness and focus as she worked the bra straps down her arms, ever so slowly revealing more and more. Her lips mouthed something. It looked like "something right". "Do it right"? "So right"? The injected "God I need it" was pretty easy to translate.

The bra slipped completely away and she whipped him with it to pull his attention away from her face. He was almost ashamed, here she was stripping for him and he'd been staring at her face. He could see that any time and what she really wanted him watching now was her body. He dutifully looked down and didn't regret it at all.

It's was strange really. Gary thought years of web surfing and jacking off over pictures of women with bigger, rounder tits would have jaded him in some way, but his first real pair drew him in. They weren't porn star tits, more conical than he had expected capped with swollen pink nipples. Maybe they weren't big or round enough for porn tits, but they were Angel's and Angel was just a kid like him. Not really like him; she was the most beautiful woman in the world and she wasn't even done growing up yet. No porn star, fashion model or teenybopper pop idol would stand up under comparison in another year or two. They didn't have a chance with Gary now.

"You like them?" she asked, smiling as Gary nodded wildly before she even finished. "Kind of wish they were a bit bigger."

"They're perfect Angel. T-take my word for it."

"You're just saying that to get in my pants."

"No!" Gary tried to whisper. This was a library after all. "Well yeah, sort of. I've been in your pants, kind of, and I'd like to visit again. Do you really want to keep me out?"

"Not a bit. I want you to lay me down and make love to me until I can't stand up anymore. I want you to fuck me forever, but I can't have that right now so . . ."

Angel struck a defiant pose, her weight on one leg, fists resting on her hips. This might have been for intimidation, but, without her shirt on, it just served to thrust out her breasts. Deliberate or not, Angel cocked her head to one side and put on a smug, saucy and, above all, expectant grin. "Next year we commemorate today by getting married?"

Gary could only nod as his Angel leaned in just enough for her nipples to dance on his chest. Her hands untucked his shirt and slid under while her lips bushed against his. "Say it. Say I do again."

"I do, I will, I promise." Angel stepped back and ran a finger up her body, stopping to tease an already rock hard nipple. She stepped to the side to flaunt a long, slender leg. Her hips rolled for a moment and then she bent forward to let gravity extend her breasts. She looked up right into Gary's eyes and her face showed nothing but lust.

"You're pretty good at this, Angel."

Angel giggled, jiggled, stepped into his arms, and wriggled. "I do stuff like that in my room at night, practicing in front of the mirror. It's real sexy and even better with an audience."

Gary's eyes widened in surprise. Either the Asshole was wrong about something or lying. Lying probably, he was an asshole after all. "Ever seen real strippers perform?"

"Not really, but I doubt you have either. That sexy baby face of yours wouldn't fool any bouncer. I know they don't really do this, but I want to." Angel slid down Gary's torso, letting her breasts rub against him as her hand slid his zipper down.

"And now I know why. Your shirt's kinda rough on the nipples; next time you take it off first." She fingered the button on his pants. "You game for another round?"

"In the Library?"

"Sure, I already did you on a busy street, what's the worst that could happen? We get thrown out?" Angel was already working his pants down. "I think the first one hooked me for life. God, the only time I've ever felt better was at the bus station when you . . .. Relax Gary, schools out. No one's coming back here unless they have an encyclopaedia fetish."

Angel waddled him backwards to sit on the window sill. She didn't have the sense of confidence she had earlier, nor the perfect knowledge of what to do and when, but she came close and this time she really was Angel. And this time she used her breasts along with her hands. It was clumsy, but it felt so good. So natural now that it was imperfect. They had a whole year to practice. A year with each other was worth it.

I can do this, thought Gary as he and Angel snuggled afterwards. If you're listening, you asshole, I'm not used to getting laid whenever I feel like it. Seventeen years of virginity. I can do another because the long term payoff is sure worth it. But what if the Asshole wasn't lying and Angel really is a bitch? She is sort of domineering. Gary met her eye before kissing her, but she's worth that too.

On the way out, the library was at a standstill, the librarians were missing.