Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. 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 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 6: Returning to Reality "Look at the time," Jake said tapping the non-existent watch on his wrist. "It's getting late ladies, and we have school tomorrow. We need to head back to our dorms." He had started blushing before stepping into the study. "Not so fast," Leslie replied. "We need to get a review before leaving." Lesa was laughing as she followed Jake into the large room where Leslie and Sara had been surfing the Net for what was known about the Confederacy and their 'pickups'. "Give him a chance to eat something and rest a little and I guarantee you'll not be disappointed." "So, how was it? Details woman, details," Sara added. "The 'Energizer Bunny' has nothing on Mr. Caulfield. He keeps going, and going, and going," she replied. "What he lacks in experience, he makes up for in enthusiasm. But, he's also a quick study. If you want to play with a newbie, you'll have to hurry." "Hey, I'm standing right here! Can't you at least have the decency to gossip about me behind my back?" Jake tried to keep a straight face, but broke up when all three of the women parked their fists on their hips. "Get him out of here, girls." Lesa said while still laughing. "I'm not twenty-one any more, and may have to call in sick as it is. I'm going to need a lot of rest and a soak in a hot tub before I can move further than my kitchen tomorrow morning." The three of them gathered up their things and made their way to the door thanking Lesa for inviting them into her beautiful home. Outside they squeezed into Jake's battered Subaru to make the short trip downtown from Oakdale. Sara sat in the front with Jake after Leslie climbed over the folded bucket seat to sit in the back. Her little skirt had no chance of covering even part of her ass during the maneuver. "You have really beautiful breasts, Sara." Jake remarked as he looked to his right. The streetlight left her face in shadow, but really showcased her boobs. Turning a bit to her left Sara put her hand on Jake's forearm. "Jake, I know there's an expectation that the three of us are going to go somewhere and have wild, abandoned sex, but that's just not the case." "I know. Lesa is an instigator, isn't she? I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just have a new-found appreciation for mammary glands and their support structure, and yours are very well supported," he replied with less confidence before continuing. "I expect no more from you now than I did yesterday. I'm just not afraid of you any more. Would you be more comfortable if I didn't complement you on your beauty?" "Damn, you do learn fast," Leslie said from the back seat. She leaned forward and continued. "Sara and I are committed to Marvin, but I suspect he's upset with me for having sex with Ralph, even though he told me to. That's not ... well, maybe it is a bit of a come-on, I hate to sound mercenary, but I promised myself that a fraud would never take me in. May I see your CAP card, please?" Jake took a quick glance at the nervous woman in the backseat of his car and then looked at the tense expression on Sara's face before he let his breath out with a sigh and reached for his wallet. The tight confines of the seatbelt and steering wheel made it a struggle to extract it. Knowing it would take two hands to retrieve it from the hidden inner pocket, he handed his wallet to Sara, telling her where the card was and how to get it out. After fishing it out she laid the wallet in her lap and angled the card to catch the light coming through the windshield and gasped. She looked from the card to Jake and back again a couple of times before handing the card over her shoulder to her friend. She was unable to speak. Leaning back to catch enough light to read the card, Leslie exclaimed, "Eight-point-seven! I think I just came on your upholstery, Jake." "Leslie!" Sara shouted twisting in the seat to look into the back. "My God!' "Sorry, Sare'. But between this card and Lesa's praise all he'll need to do is smile in my direction to get a BJ from me," Leslie remarked as she handed the card back to Sara. "What will I need to do to get you to fuck me, Jake?" "Jesus, Leslie! You're sounding like a total slut, and I know better." Sara was totally shocked by Leslie's behavior. "How about it, Jake, do you want a slut or a demure lady? I can be whatever you want me to be." A quick glance at her sincere face was enough to convince Jake that she was serious. "Thank you for your acceptance of me, Leslie. Just be yourself. We'll see how things go between us, okay?" Jake could tell that he was not reassuring her. "Lesa was my first and I don't really know how I feel about her." He tried to explain. "I have a lot of emotions distorting my thoughts right now. I may need some time to sort them out. Yes, she may be a bit old to be my steady girlfriend, but I think I can really be serious about a relationship with her." "You were really a virgin tonight?" Sara asked. Turning to Leslie she continued, "Give it up, Leslie. Guys are really enamored by their first fuck; remember how Bobby Peterman followed me around for weeks after that freshman beer fest?" Sara was calming down a bit and trying to bring some reality into Leslie's fantasies. "Yeah, I remember. That was during your slut phase, I haven't had mine yet." "Ah," Sara gasped, "bitch!" and started laughing. "Actually, Jake, you need to be thinking about having six girlfriends." Leslie observed from the back seat as they pulled into the student parking lot. That idea clearly took Jake by surprise. He'd never considered the fact that his CAP score gave him the right to select six concubines, and that he would be expected to keep all of them pregnant! After exiting the car and retrieving their bags, Leslie offered, "Come up to our room for a few minutes, Jake. Nothing needs to happen. I just want to talk for a while. My head is spinning a bit from today's revelations as well. We can go over to Starbucks if you think I'm setting a trap for you." Jake was wary, but with Sara's objections to the way Leslie was acting he figured things wouldn't get too far out of hand. He locked the car and shouldered his backpack. "Lead the way," he said. Upon entering the room she shared with Leslie, Sara excused herself "I'm going to get out of this body paint and get ready for bed ... to sleep, Jake!" She grabbed a T-shirt on her way to the bathroom. Leslie considered changing into nightclothes, but thought that might run Jake off. She pulled a chair out from her desk for Jake to sit in and sat down on the foot of her bed with her ankles crossed, Indian style. She managed to keep her crotch covered with her skirt during the whole process. Jake seemed impressed. "So, where do you think we are?" Leslie asked sounding a bit depressed. "Right now you and I and Sara are study mates; nothing more. But there is potential for a lot more. We exchanged a lot of very personal information today, and it'll take a bit of time for each of us to process it. Your emotional release tonight makes you especially vulnerable. It wouldn't be right for me to take advantage of that." Jake was trying to be reassuring without making any promises. "Yeah, that sounds about right. I'm just not used to being second string. It's depressing, and I'm a little hurt. First, Marvin seems to be passing me off to Ralph. Then, it was a blow to my ego when you picked Misty's pussy over mine. Then you went upstairs to fuck an old woman and left me sitting in the study! Am I that undesirable?" Tears sprang into Leslie's eyes and her shoulders started to shake with her sobs. Jake sprang out of the chair and stepped close to comfort Leslie, but she pushed him away. "No, I don't want your sympathy right now. I'm not trying to seduce you. I'm just confused." Jake dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed trying to get eye level with Leslie. "I read somewhere that sex is between the ears. Yes, Misty has a very striking pussy. It's not the norm, and it's a major departure from her other physical attributes causing it to get more attention. You have a very fuckable body. It was actually yours and Sara's pussies that triggered my little accident, remember? It was after you guys turned around that I blasted a load in my pants." Leslie was nodding a bit in agreement. He could tell he was getting through to her. "Come on," Jake coaxed. "Want to see how hard I am thinking about the little red snatch that's only inches away from me right now and covered by such a tiny scrap of cloth?" Detecting a bit of a smile he added, "It could just be the smell of a red hot woman that's giving me such a woody." She smacked him on the arm. "Hey, it's just the two of us in here; so, this wood has to be your fault," he added leaning back to get a look at his own zipper. "You're just a horny bastard," Leslie remarked. "And just whose fault is that?" He replied. "Remember, I've been subjected to some serious sex in the last hour. I shouldn't be capable of wood, and yet, here it is. Want to see?" He unsnapped his waistband and lowered the zipper, but didn't reveal anything. "Hey, I thought you guys were going to behave," Sara admonished as she emerged from the bathroom in a white T-shirt that barely reached her thighs. She had her skirt and shoes in her left hand. "Our friend here is feeling neglected, abused, and undesired. I'm just trying to provide some proof that she is very desirable." His response was too relaxed to be from someone who just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Both of the women noticed his new confidence, and responded to it. This was distinctly unusual behavior for Jake. Neither of them would have dreamt that Jake could be so relaxed and assertive. Jake coaxed Leslie into looking him in the eyes with gentle pressure under her chin with his fingertips. When he felt he had her attention he said to her, "You're far too vulnerable right now for a gentleman such as myself to take advantage of you. I think you're a remarkable woman. Even if we never have sex I want you to believe it's not because you're not sexy. All I can give you tonight is my respect and assurance that I find nothing repulsive about you. Are we good?" Leslie just nodded and gave Jake a thin smile. He leaned over and gave her a chaste kiss on the forehead as he stood and put his pants back together. "What's going on Leslie? Jake?" Sara wondered how the world could change so much in the few minutes it took for her to shower. Stepping closer to Sara, Jake cryptically told her, "She may need to talk, or just need to be held. Can you take care of her?" Sara was taken off guard by Jake's genuine concern. She nodded, "Sure." Sara sat on Leslie's bed, collected her in her arms and asked, "What happened?" as Jake picked up his backpack and walked to the door. Turning to say goodnight Jake saw the two of them leaning on each other's shoulders with bare butts peeking out from under the short garments. He smacked his forehead and said, "Damn, now there's an image that will haunt my fantasies for days!" He backed into the hall and closed the door. "Can you believe he's only sixteen?" Leslie asked.