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 The Librarian

   By deGaffer

   Copyright ( 2008 by deGaffer

   SUMMARY: A wealthy and politically connected college librarian
manipulates a group of students and encourages them to put together a team
that the Confederacy shouldn't ignore.
UNIVERSE: The Swarm Cycle
WARNING: This story contains material unsuitable for minors and
narrow-minded individuals.  It probably contains sex, violence, and other
socially unacceptable material.  You have been warned!
CONTENT: no-sex ScFi
This story is set in the Swarm Cycle Universe created by Thinking
Horndog.  Get a grip; this is fiction.  Any resemblance between the content
of this story or any of the characters depicted herein with real persons,

places or events is totaly coincidental.

   It started with a simple concept that should have been a short story,
but it seems to have morphed into an epic saga of scheming, planning,
deception, and of course, sex.

   I very much appreciate the patience and efforts of Mulligan.  His help
has made this a much better story.  I claim full responsibility for all
errors and omissions.

   Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted with all
rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.  Reproduction
for profit is forbidden.  Any distribution must include this note and the
author's email address.

   CHAPTER 2: A Gathering of Players

   Lesa greeted each of the arrivals Wednesday afternoon and escorted them
into the spacious study to the right of the front entrance.  Jake Caulfield
and Ralph Peterman were the first to arrive, followed shortly by Marvin
Clark and Leslie Owens.  Lesa was asking what everyone wanted to drink when
the other four girls arrived together, apologizing for getting lost.  Janet
Olson had missed a turn while chatting with Sasha Morgan, Misty Nokamura
and Sara Johnson.  With the exception of the sixteen-year-old Jake, the
group was in the twenty-one to twenty-two-year-old range expected for
college seniors.  Jake had been out of public high school for nearly two
years, but had been taking mostly college level classes for the last four
years.

   There may have been five years difference in age between Jake and Ralph,
but each could be a serious contender for nerd of the year.  Their unkempt
brown hair, thick glasses, pocket protectors, and the large PDA cases at
their waists would permit that classification from several blocks away.

   Marvin had short sandy hair above a nearly square face set on solid
shoulders with hardly any neck.  He was a star offensive tackle for the
Yellow Jackets and was the most probable reason for attracting the majority
of the females participating in the study group.  A noticeable amount of
Sara's body paint had been transferred to Marvin's biceps shortly after she
arrived.

   There was something about Janet that had Lesa suspecting she didn't
really fit the ditzy blonde airhead image she projected.  Even with the
media campaigns touting CAP scores as being more important than physical
attributes, the general consensus remained that smart girls didn't get as
much male attention as dumb girls.  A quick look was all anyone needed to
see that the robust blonde possessed only well-hidden physical flaws, if
any at all.  The D-cups below the oval face were perfectly balanced by the
36-26-38 frame and athletic legs.  The crop top and running shorts were
almost constantly in motion above the soft flesh they barely concealed. 
There was no panty line under the loose shorts and the wisp of blonde pubes
that showed themselves when the leg opening skewed gave further evidence
that there were no panties, and that the collar and cuffs matched.

   Except for her large conical D-cup mounds, Sasha sported a lean,
athletic body with a boy-cut blonde mop.  Her open-mesh, cropped muscle
shirt revealed more than it covered.  The wide-based masses of mammary
tissue were in almost constant motion, and much more visible than Janet's
comparable hooters.  Her plaid lounging shorts were baggy enough to mask
her trim butt cheeks, but they really showcased her slender thighs.  Her
big smile revealed perfect, bright-white teeth.  If she had any physical
flaw, it was her wide jaw.  Her face was more of a trapezoid that a square.

   Misty had more teeth than would comfortably fit in her small mouth.  She
rarely showed more than a tight-lipped smile to keep the overlapping and
jagged teeth hidden.  She had the classic almond eyes, small breasts,
flawless skin, and raven black hair typical of her homeland.  At 5'5" tall
she towered over most Japanese women, but her long delicate neck and
slender frame made her appear vulnerable.  The yellow and orange bib
overall shorts easily revealed both of her A-cup mounds from either side.
The deep, stiff cuffs pulled the wide leg openings away from her firm butt
cheeks.  When she was standing at just the right angle, a seated person
could see from one leg opening to the other across the neatly trimmed patch
of black hair above her perpetually pouting pussy lips.

   Sara and Leslie were a bit taller than the other girls, with classic
cheerleader bodies complete with C-cups and the requisite big, toothy
smiles.  Each exhibited more energy than can be contained without drugs. 
Both wore very short, pleated skirts and tennis shoes with ankle socks. 
Both subscribed to the current fashion trend of not wearing panties for
most of the month.  When asked why they wore tennies instead of fashionable
flip-flops they both agreed that you just couldn't flounce and kick up your
heels as comfortably or energetically in flip-flops.  Above the waist, Sara
had brown hair with blonde highlights and swirling black and gold body
paint on her pert, conical breasts.  Leslie was a classic redhead complete
with freckles across a cute little nose and across her chest above the twin
globes on her chest, which were showcased by a mostly transparent tube top.
The occasional flash of reddish-orange at the juncture of her trim thighs
was hardly necessary to prove she was a natural redhead.  The pattern of
translucent and transparent lace in the top deepened the shadows and made
her breasts appear larger and more stable.  The top was too thin to protect
her boobs from the cool temperature of the room.  Like the other girls,
Leslie was sporting erect nipples on crinkled areola.  Hers were just a bit
larger than average.

   "Is the room too cool for you?" Lesa asked.  "I've not changed my
wardrobe in years, and have fallen seriously behind the current fashion
trends."

   There was a chorus of "No, its fine," and "No cooler than the library."

   Lesa removed the jacket that matched the classic skirt, and it wasn't
long before she was also sporting nipple bumps in her thin silk blouse. 
The soft cup of her under-wire bra didn't totally mask the erect nubbins.

   Lesa chose to take immediate control of the conversation.  She started
out as if giving a library lecture on Literature.

   "Fashion has changed dramatically since Shakespeare's time, but his
themes seem to apply more today than when I was your age," she remarked. 
"The current age of majority for sexual consent makes the scenario of Romeo
and Juliet even more applicable.  The probability of impetuous, immature
passion colliding with prejudice and hatred is certainly greater.  Consider
the prejudice being created by the media between those males with CAP
scores above and below six-point-five.  The fear created by the threat of
destruction and death in the path of the Sa'arm is easily transferred into
hatred by those being left behind for those being 'rescued' by the
Confederacy." She indicated quotes with her fingers when she said
'rescued'. "However, I'm not convinced that Space Marines are all that
safe. I mean, they go looking for Sa'arm, don't they?"

   Lesa smiled inwardly as her torpedo struck into the heart of the
assembled youngsters.  It became clear rather quickly who was on which side
of the 6.5 score.  The discussion didn't settle onto the group's original
agenda until Lesa interrupted them to distribute the requested
refreshments.

   It was nearing sundown when Marvin had to leave for practice.  Lesa
invited the group to stay for spaghetti and further discussions about the
impact of the Confederacy and Sa'arm on the contemporary social structures.
Marvin was clearly annoyed when only Sasha was going back to campus with
him.  Leslie and Sara opted to stay when Janet offered them a ride back to
the dorm.  Ralph dithered before asking Marvin for a lift.  They had been
avoiding each other all afternoon, but said that he would be late for the
astronomy club gathering if he had to catch a bus back to campus.

   Lesa was surprised that all but one of the girls and none of the boys
other than Jake would be staying for diner.  She became worried that the
presence of so many "Group A" girls would push Jake into his shell.  She
had really hoped that the frumpy brunette she had seen studying with Jake
from time to time would have been in this group.

   The smaller group continued their discussion that the underlying theme
of Oedipus was an attraction between older women and younger men rather
than the common concept that it was about incest between mother and son. 
They discussed the fact that the latter wasn't revealed until long after
their relationship was consummated with progeny.  This played right into
Lesa's hands.  Rather than taking an active role in the discussion, she
enlisted Janet's help with diner preparation and left the remaining four to
pursue the pros and cons of sexual relations between different generations.

   "Thanks for helping me in kitchen, Janet.  You've seemed to be somewhat
distracted and disinterested in the group's discussions all afternoon." It
was clearly an opening for Janet to respond, but she remained silent.  She
just nodded to acknowledge the appreciation for helping in the kitchen.

   Lesa sighed.  This was going to be more challenging that expected. 
Perhaps a more direct tact, "I believe that you have more in common with
Jake than meets the eye.  You both have high CAP scores and hide yourselves
from the opposite sex." This salvo clearly scored a solid hit.

   "Why would you say that?  He's incredibly bright, and I'm a total flake
and aspiring slut.  I have a different boyfriend every month, for crying
out loud!"

   Lesa just smiled, "Your secret is safe with me, dear.  Truthfully, what
is your CAP score?  I'm certain it is well above six-point-five for no
other reason than your response to my assertion shortly after everyone
arrived."

   Janet displayed a twisted smile of appreciation along with a nod.  "That
wasn't very subtle of you, but it did catch me off guard.  I doubt that any
of those boneheads in there caught on at all.  I did let a few things slip,
didn't I?  Please don't tell anyone, but my CAP card has a big,
embarrassing seven-point-nine next to my name." She finished pouring the
two jars of sauce into a pan and put it on to heat as Lesa moved a much
larger pot full of water onto another burner.

   Janet just shrugged when Lesa asked, "Why on Earth would that score be
embarrassing?" Then continued with, "I'm not willing to wager more than
pocket change, but I believe both of you are also virgins."

   "What!  How?  Why would you say THAT?" Janet was clearly taken off guard
by this remark.

   "Your clothes are far more conservative than any other female in the
room, excluding me.  And, I expect that the turnover in boyfriends is to
keep them from advancing past 3rd base." Lesa cocked her head with
sparkling eyes above a smug little smile.

   "You're crazy!  This sluttish outfit showcases my big tits and has pussy
hair hanging out of the crotch!" Janet was clearly on the ropes trying to
defend her claim.

   "Yes, the top does make the promise that there is a lot of tit flesh
under wraps, but it IS under wraps.  They are totally concealed by opaque
material that, I suspect, offers some support for your physical comfort as
well.  The shorts are also opaque and may reveal a strategic strand of
pubic hair, but they somehow manage to keep the mons, labia and bulk of the
hair out of sight.  The same is true from the back.  Neither your butt
crack nor your cute ass cheeks ever make it out from under the material. 
Those have to be some high quality, custom fitted shorts.  Really now, has
anyone every gotten into your pants with more than their fingers or
tongue?"

   Janet couldn't believe what this person she perceived as a mature and
normally stoic librarian was saying such things in an even, matter-of-fact
tone.  She stopped stirring the pot of sauce and just stood there with her
mouth open for several long seconds before nodding.  "Yes, there was one
silver tongued bastard who talked me out of my pants and into his bed many
times.  It ended badly when I told him I was pregnant and he knocked me
around so viciously as he was yelling at me that I lost the baby." Tears
sprang from the young woman's eyes.

   Lesa held her in a tight embrace.  "I'm so sorry dear.  I'm sorry that
it happened, and sorry that I brought a painful memory into the open.  I
had no idea!  Please forgive me."

   "Why..." Janet started, but didn't finish.

   "I thought you were just running a scam to protect your virginity.  It
never occurred to me that you had been the victim of a predator.  You
appear more confident than ..."

   "No," Janet interrupted, "Why do you want to know about my CAP score and
my virginity?  I'm sure you weren't intending to be cruel."

   "Well, I'm looking for ways to give Jake enough confidence to surrender
his virginity to someone.  He's absolutely terrified by the thought of
being intimate with a woman, and I'm quite certain he's not gay."

   Janet was not really surprised that Jake was cherry.  She had never
considering socializing with him more than needed for collaborative
studies. He was smart, considerate, and personable.  "But, he's such a
total geek!  Did you really want to pimp me to him?  What made you think
I'd consider it?"

   "I wasn't really looking to match the two of you.  You're far too
pretty. He would be totally terrified by the thought of being naked around
you.  I wanted to use your reluctance to have sex as a discussion point. 
If you were the subject and he could see you overcome your fears, he might
be coaxed into trying himself." Lesa's sincerity and complement gave Janet
pause.

   "You want him for yourself!  You can't possibly be in love with him, can
you?" Janet was again puzzled by the logical progression of her insight.

   Lesa had the grace to blush.  "Love him?  Not romantically.  But, I do
respect him and would welcome physical intimacy with him.  He's well
equipped for someone so young.  I've had occasion to know that and that's
probably part of the problem.  I think that he just lacks confidence and
experience.  While I would like to think that I'm primarily concerned with
his well being, I'm ashamed to admit that I have the very selfish
motivation of wanting to use him to get my children and me out of harm's
way." Lesa began to cry in embarrassment and shame.  It was the younger
woman's turn to console her distraught elder.

   "How can anyone criticize a mother for doing whatever she can to protect
her children?  I'm more surprised by your candor than your courage.  I'm
really shocked by your frank language, actually.  I take it that you
believe Jake has a CAP score high enough to qualify him for Confederacy
service.  What can I do to help, short of seducing the little dumb-ass
myself?" The two of them giggled, wiped their tears with a dishcloth, and
turned their attention the pot of water boiling out onto the stove.

   "I almost forgot about the garlic bread," Lesa said as she pulled two
loaves of Italian bread from a bag and split them lengthwise.  After
coating them with softened butter and garlic powder, she put them into the
oven.  Meanwhile, Janet had dropped a full box of pasta into the boiling
water after adding salt and a bit of olive oil.

   The subject of sex and the single geek was tabled for the moment.  But
each accepted the other a co-conspirator in a pending seduction.  Janet was
not ready to admit it out loud, but she knew she was ready to have her sex
stroked by a thick, hard dick again and was hoping that perhaps Lesa could
help her find a safe venue.

   Ten minutes later they were carrying the serving bowls and platters of
spaghetti to the dining room table.  Lesa asked Janet to tell everyone in
the study that it was time to wash up for diner while she went upstairs to
fetch her children.