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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: exhib 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 totally 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 4: Tell and Show

   Sara Crews and Misty were the last ones to return.  They had taken some
of the confection and glasses of milk to the youngsters upstairs, but found
that both had fallen asleep on the couch.  Misty was able to carry Samantha
to bed, but Franklin had to be awakened.  After both were settled into bed,
Sara and Misty returned to the study.

   After everyone settled down, Lesa again took charge.  Looking at Leslie
she speculated, "I take it you and Sara plan to share Marvin.  Do you have
a backup plan in case you're not with him when he's picked up?  Is the
polygamous relationship working for you?"

   Sara looked at Leslie and took up the thread, "We could do without the
humiliation and abuse, but it's bearable.  I don't know what we'll do if he
doesn't take us."

   "You guys don't have anything to worry about," everyone was surprised to
hear Misty's small voice.  She rarely spoke up, but continued with, "At
least you're both beautiful and have fantastic bodies.  I have this awful
mouth full of ugly teeth and absolutely nothing else to get a sponsor's
attention.  Even Lesa's Sara already has a better figure than I'll ever
have," she lamented.

   Stroking Misty's hair Janet disagreed, "You have a beautiful face, a
cute butt, and a pussy to absolutely die for." Janet tried to keep her
voice down so it wouldn't carry, but the acoustics of the room carried her
words to everyone.

   "The teeth aren't that bad; nothing that a good orthodontist can't fix
in a year or so.  If the rumors about Darjee medical technology are true
then you could have perfect teeth in far less time if you're picked up by
the Confederacy and sent to a colony," Lesa opined.  "It's true that you
have a boyish figure, but that turns a lot of guys on.  You're a guy, Jake.
Don't you find Misty attractive?"

   "I'm ..." put on the spot, Jake had nowhere to run.  He knew that
rejection would destroy the insecure girl.  "Not an expert and have no
experience, but yes.  I think Misty is very attractive."

   "But, do I turn you on?  I bet you get hard just looking at Leslie and
Sara's breasts.  All I have is a couple of big nipples on a pair of
mosquito bites." Misty pulled the bib away from her chest to display her
torso.

   "They look very sensitive.  I'm surprised that they're not chafed from
rubbing against that loose outfit." Jake responded.

   Misty unhooked one of the shoulder straps from the bib and folded it
over.  "It's satin lined; otherwise it would rub me raw before I left the
dorm." She unhooked the other side and folded it down.  She turned from
left to right giving Jake an unobstructed view of her chest; then asked,
"Are these the tits of a girl you'd like to fuck?" She was getting tears in
her eyes.

   "Don't start crying.  There're so many women out in public without tops
these days that most of us guys are desensitized to them.  You seem to
think that just seeing Sara or Leslie's tits is enough to make a guy's
blood supply race to his groin.  They both have very beautiful breast that
are, for all intents and purposes, as naked as yours right now, and I
haven't jumped either one of them.  Hell, I don't have a hard-on even with
us focusing the conversation on their classic feminine features!" Jake
exclaimed.

   "What would it take to get you hard there, Jake?" Janet asked with an
evil grin.

   This was playing right into Lesa's hands, "Close your mouth Jake.  Janet
likes to go for maximum shock value.  But I think she's directing us right
into the heart of the matter.  It seems that all of us have our sexual
insecurities, even those whom we think no one could possibly turn down. 
Being the only male in the room makes this a statistically insignificant
question in general, but what does turn you on, Jake?  Is there anyone in
this room that you would like to try out in bed?  If you were to reject any
or all of us, what would be the reason?"

   Jake felt the eyes of all six females bore into him.  He was in deep
shit, and knew it.  If he said he would fuck any of them, one of them might
ask for proof.  What could he say?  "Do I need a reason to be turned on or
to not be turned on?  I believe that sexual excitement is an undefined
quality that's not quantifiable."

   "That's rhetorical bullshit!" Misty exclaimed.  "What do I have that
could possibly compete with Sara, Leslie, Janet, Lesa, or even Sara there?"

   "Well, fiery enthusiasm for one thing," Jake remarked.

   "I think your tight ass and puffy labia would beckon any guy to step up
and give you a poke," Janet added with a reassuring smile.

   "You keep comparing yourself to us, Misty," Leslie remarked.  "Marvin
has expressed dissatisfaction with each of our asses in the last couple of
days.  It would surprise me if yours didn't have more of an affect on Jake
here than either of ours."

   "A challenge has been made," Lesa noted, "are you willing to act as
judge of female derrieres, Jake?  You've actually seen most of all three
already.  Misty, step around here between Leslie and Sara.  Step behind
them, Jake.  Good, now Misty, unfasten your shorts and slide them down."
Leslie and Sara were holding up the hems of their skirts baring their
shapely buns.  "To be fair, you two need to remove your skirts, girls."

   When the pleated folds hit the floor Jake was staring at three, very
desirable derrieres.

   "Wow," was all Jake could say, "Wow."

   "Well, I can tell you that there is no clear winner," Lesa remarked,
"His eyeballs have not settled on any one rump."

   Laughing, Janet suggested, "Stand with your feet a shoulder's width
apart and lean over the table."

   As they completed the maneuver, Jake's eyes snapped to the juncture of
Misty's thighs.

   "We have a winner," Lesa remarked as she stood to take a peek.  "Oh,
my," was all she could say when she could see Misty from the rear.  Misty's
plush labia filled the gap between her thighs below the half moons of her
butt.

   "I'll bet even the stoic Jake has wood looking at that tender morsel,"
Janet said with a giggle.

   Leslie and Sara leaned back to get a look before Misty straightened up.
"Wow," they both said in concert and unconsciously reached toward it. 
Misty squatted down and grabbed her shorts.  Her plump inner labia hung at
least three-quarters of an inch below the outer labia and was silhouetted
by the dark wood of the flooring.

   "Don't you dare hide," Lesa admonished.  "Stand up, turn around, and
look at the reaction you've invoked."

   Turning her head as she stood, she caught the look of amazement in
Jake's eyes before he remembered himself, and shook his head to recover
some of his addled thoughts.  But, as Misty completed the turn Jake's IQ
plunged to single digits when he caught sight of the plush outer lips
retracting, forcing the wet inner lips further out into the open.  Jake had
a serious lump in the groin of his jeans that extended well down his right
leg.  Catching each other's stare, both attempted to cover their
embarrassing display with their hands.

   "Too late, guys," Lesa remarked.  "Elvis has left the building.  We have
serous wood and dripping wet labia.  I think Misty has her answer.  Yes,
you're a fox, child.  How about you two?  What is it going to take to
bolster your sagging egos?"

   "Oh, God," Jake moaned.  His attention was now on the elegantly trimmed
pussies that were in full view as the bustier girls turned to face him.  As
he sank into a chair and slumped forward, a huge wet spot appeared
mid-thigh on his right leg.

   "Never mind," Lesa remarked through laughter.  "Jake has taken care of
that, too.  Don't let him run, girls." Lesa warned as Jake began to return
to the present and recovered no more than half of his missing IQ points.

   Janet stepped around the table and closed the door as Leslie and Sara
stepped out of the material pooled at their ankles and sank to their knees
to be eye level with Jake.  Hearing the door close startled Jake.  Looking
quickly from one naked girl to another, Jake was pinned to the chair by
fear.

   "Are you okay, Jake?" Sara was very concerned.  Her tone was relaxing,
but Jake still recoiled when she reached out.

   "Give him some room girls.  You're no longer the most embarrassed person
in the room, Leslie." Lesa observed.  "Jake believes he has a serious
physical problem, but I think he can overcome it with the right kind of
encouragement."

   "Jake is a selectee candidate, too, isn't he?" Janet asked of no one.

   Turning an accusing stare at Lesa, Jake looked back at Janet when Lesa
denied the accusation with a small shake of her head.  "You, too?" He
asked.

   "I was talking about you and Marvin," Janet tried to deflect the thrust.

   As Misty, Sara and Leslie looked from one to the other the light dawned
for them as well.  "You're not really the ditz you pretend to be, are you?"
Sara observed.  Everyone in the room looked at Janet.  Her shoulders and
head slumped as she exhaled with a sigh.

   "You knew," Sara turned an accusing eye on Lesa.  "That's why you were
asking about a backup plan!  Here we are guys.  We have spent an afternoon
in the same room with three possible sponsors and didn't even know it."

   "Yeah, well, there's a problem," Lesa began.  "Not wanting to burst
anyone's bubble, but we have one here who's terrified of intimate contact
with women, another who's almost as afraid of men, and a third who could
easily turn into an abusive asshole.  Some choices, huh?"

   "You're gay?" Leslie asked looking at Janet.

   "Down girl, don't be dense.  She may do a little rug munching to get by,
but she's as excited by the smell of Jake's jeans as the rest of us." Lesa
was alive with mirth.  "What we have here are dysfunctional possibilities.
We just need to make them functional.  I'm not sure we can do anything
tonight to help Janet overcome her demons, but I suggest we not let Jake
leave this house until he gets his dick thoroughly wet, and the mess in his
jeans doesn't count.  Anyone want to volunteer?"

   "Actually, the best combination would be to lock Jake and Janet in a
room and not let them out until they can prove they have been around the
world." This suggestion came from the most unlikely source, Misty.  As she
accepted the surprised looks she added, "Yes, she and I are lovers.  I
didn't think I could attract a man's attention.  I don't want to hurt your
feelings, baby, but we can keep having our fun even if you do take on a
boyfriend.  Guys wouldn't take away anything we feel for each other, they
would probably add to it." Misty stroked Janet's neck and kissed her softly
on the lips.

   "That would be ideal, but what's to keep them from starving to death
before they challenge their fears?  They'll be missed and the police will
go looking for them." Lesa was on a roll, "How about it guys.  If we put
you two together will you make nice and fuck like bunnies, or will you run
like rabbits?"

   "I thought I'd get the chance to learn something interesting hanging out
with you guys, but you guys are acting like a bunch of three-year-olds."
The younger Sara was clearly disgusted with everyone.  "I'm going to bed."
She challenged everyone with her eyes.  "Good night, Mom." She gave her mom
a kiss and slipped out the door.

   When she was gone, everyone in the room busted out laughing.

   "She's right you know.  Shall we help each other overcome our fear of
flying?" Jake looked up at Janet with a boyish smile.

   "Thanks for the offer Jake, but are either of us really qualified as sex
educators?  I suggest you seek the help of a knowledgeable, experienced,
mature woman," Janet swung her gaze from Jake to Lesa as she spoke.  "Come
on Misty.  Let's go break into Ralph's room and ambush him when he returns
from his astronomy club meeting."

   Misty stammered, "B-Both of us?"

   "Sure, from Leslie's account he should be man enough for both of us. 
Will that be alright with you, Leslie?"

   "Just be nice to him, he was really nice to me." Leslie replied.

   "Oh, we will.  Don't worry about that.  The only challenge will be
finding a way to keep him glued to my hip after I submit my Confederacy
volunteer application." Looking at Leslie and Sara, Janet asked, "Are you
two guys going to stay here as backup, or do you want a ride back to campus
with Misty and me?"

   "Jake will take them home, later.  Right, Jake?" Lesa volunteered.

   "Sure, we won't be far behind you.  This isn't going to take long at
all." Jake offered.  "Good night Janet, good night Misty."

   "Don't be so sure.  I think this is going to take a while.  Make
yourselves comfortable, ladies.  You know where the kitchen is.  There is a
TV in that cabinet.  You can use this computer to access the Net." Taking
Jake's hand she led him into the hall and up the long flight of stairs.

   Sara and Leslie looked at each other as they got back into their skirts.
"I bet she'll ask us to take him for a test drive after she breaks him in,"
Leslie offered.  Sara just nodded and smiled.  She was thinking about the
distance between Jake's groin and the wet spot on his jeans.