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 The Librarian

   By deGaffer

   Copyright (c) 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: oral mF 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 10: Leslie Makes a Decision

   After Lesa, Leslie and Jake put away the leftovers and Jake took the
trash into the garage, Sara Johnson followed Sara Crews into the kitchen.
Both had changed into oversize T-shirts.

   Jake looked at the cheerleader when he returned from the kitchen and
commented, "Looks like you're planning to stay the night, Sara." She just
nodded and looked at Leslie.  Leslie didn't appear to be holding up well.

   "It may appear that we're trying to pressure you into doing something
you're not sure of, Leslie.  I don't think any of us here, especially Jake,
wants to add to your stress." Lesa put her arm around the distraught girl.
"Do you need time to decide what you want?  Would you like to just cuddle
with one or more of us?"

   "I don't want to upset Marvin, but I don't think I can get what I need
from him." She started to cry, "I need to be loved.  Not fucked, not even
made love to.  I need to feel loved."

   She returned Lesa's embrace as Sara and Jake stepped in close to offer
support.

   "How about if I leave?  Maybe this should be a girl's night, guys." Jake
offered.

   "Don't leave, Jake." Leslie begged.  "Unless you don't think you can
love me.  I'm afraid to be intimate with you because Marvin might get mad
enough to come after you.  I couldn't live with myself if he were to hurt
you.  Tell me what to do, Lesa."

   Jake cut Lesa off, "Forget about Marvin.  You're not responsible for
what someone else thinks or does.  What Marvin wants isn't a factor.  What
I want isn't a factor.  What Lesa or anyone else wants isn't a factor. 
What do you want?"

   "Tell us what YOU want, Jake.  It may help Leslie make up her own mind,"
Lesa gently stroked Jake's face.

   "I want Leslie to be happy.  I want her to be comfortable when I hold
her and tell her how sexy she is and how much I care about her." Taking
Leslie's face in his hands to look into her eyes Jake added, "I don't
really know how I feel about you.  I'm attracted to you emotionally and
physically.  It may be because you're so vulnerable right now, and I want
to protect you.  I'm sure I can hold you and comfort you without being
aroused.  I also know I can get seriously excited just thinking about
running my hands over your body." Jake stepped back with a big grin on his
face, "Whoa, case in point.  Just a fleeting thought about having free
access to your charms has my blood supply being redirected already."

   "Blood supply?" Young Sara asked.  "Do boys bleed down there, too?" When
everyone laughed, she gave all of them a very annoyed glare.

   "No, sweetheart," her mother responded.  "What Jake is speaking of is
getting an erection.  A boy's penis is kind of like a balloon.  It is
usually small and limp, but when filled with blood, it swells up big and
gets rather hard."

   "Ewe, gross," the thirteen-year-old responded.

   "Not at all, you don't see the blood, and it won't pop open and spray
blood everywhere.  If you didn't know, you'd think it was swelling up by
magic." Lesa was trying to explain in terms her daughter could understand,
but just didn't know how without it being too clinical.

   "Would you mind showing her, Jake?" Lesa asked nervously.

   Jake took the request squarely between the eyes.

   "Yeah, Jake, go ahead and flash the little girl," Sara Johnson said
laughing.

   Lesa turned to her and admonished, "Be nice!  Can you think of an easier
or better way of explaining it to her?  However, Jake may be big enough to
scare her a little."

   "I'm not a little girl, Sara, and I'm not scared of Jake, Mom." Sara
asserted.  "I don't know what Leslie is so afraid of.  Jake is always
really nice to everyone." Turning to Jake she asked, "Show me, Jake."

   This triggered another burst of mirth from Sara, "Sorry, I was just
thinking about playing 'Show me yours and I'll show you mine.' It's a silly
game that silly kids play, Sara.  The girls and boys show each other their
private parts."

   "Big deal," Sara remarked, "You've already shown Jake all of your
private parts.  I've seen them too.  But the only boy parts I've seen are
my little brother's.  Jake's penis is a lot bigger, isn't it, Mom?"

   "Yes it is, sweetheart, a whole lot bigger.  Go ahead and show her,
Jake." Lesa asked again.

   "I don't know if I can.  It makes me feel too much like a pervert."
Jake's hand was on his belt buckle, but more to guard it than undo it.

   Glancing at the older Sara, the thirteen-year-old got a twinkle in her
eyes, "I don't have much to see, but will you show me yours if I show you
mine?" She almost laughed as she reached for the hem of her T-shirt with
her arms crossed looking ready to pull it over her head.

   "Don't be such a wus," Leslie said as she knelt next to Jake's right leg
and pushed his hands aside.  As she began unfastening his pants she looked
over her shoulder to the younger Sara and added, "Come over here and we'll
see what he's got hidden under all of these hard-to-open clothes." She was
struggling to lower the zipper of his jeans.  The legs were too tight for
her to pull them down any further than his knees.  Rather than reaching
through his boxers, she grabbed the waistband and started lowering them. 
"It might swell up before we get to see much of it if I touch it," Leslie
explained.

   "Wow, it's a whole lot bigger than Franklin's." Sara remarked as Jake's
groin came into view.

   "Right now it is kind of in between being soft and being hard," Leslie
continued her explanation.  "When it's soft it'll shrink to where doesn't
hang down any further that the little hairy bag behind it."

   "That's his scrotum," Sara supplied proud of her knowledge of anatomy.
"It protects his testicles, right Mom?"

   "That's right, Sara." Lesa confirmed.

   "Can I touch it?" Sara asked her mom.

   "You should ask Jake; not me."

   Jake was really on the spot.  He managed to croak out, "Not the tip,
just the shaft."

   Sara reached out and gripped it about half way between the base and
glans.  "Is it supposed to get smaller when I do this?"

   "Not usually, Jake's just worried about what people will think of him
for letting someone so young hold his penis.  Most people think it's wrong
for adults to have sexual contact with children." Lesa explained.  "Try to
relax, Jake.  There's nothing evil about what you're doing."

   "Watch this," Leslie said before lifting his shaft with two fingers of
her left hand and engulfing the head in her mouth.

   "Umph!" was the only sound Jake made as his knees started to buckle.

   "Hey, you didn't ask permission!" Sara exploded when Leslie gripped the
shaft; then made a face.  "Don't put it in your mouth!  That's so gross! 
Yuck!"

   "You're right, my bad," Leslie apologized unrepentantly as she released
the swelling cock.  "Maybe he should spank me.  Want to spank me, Jake?"
She asked looking up at Jake with laughing eyes.

   "Maybe later," he grunted as his cock continued to swell.

   "Wow, it's really starting to grow!" Sara enthused.

   "Can you tell that it's filling with blood?" Lesa asked before adding,
"You won't always think it's gross to have a nice, clean penis in your
mouth."

   "No, but it IS throbbing." Sara observed.  She let her hand slide around
and back and forth a bit.  "Does it hurt for the skin to slide around like
that, Jake?  It doesn't feel like it's attached underneath."

   "Just be gentle, you're not hurting me yet." Jake was really getting
distressed.

   "That's enough, Sara.  We need to stop before we go too far." Lesa
didn't want to push Jake any harder that they already had.  "Thank you,
Jake."

   Sara was about to complain, but let go of the mostly erect shaft and
stood up, "Thank you, Jake."

   "Yes, thank you, Jake." Leslie mimicked in a 'little girl' voice.  She
steadied herself by gripping Jake's waist and stood, deliberately brushing
against his penis with her bare tummy while locking eyes with him.

   "Oh, I'm going to get you back for this!" Jake threatened.

   "Promises, promises," was Leslie's only reply as she turned away and
jumped out of reach before Jake could swat her butt.  It was no challenge
staying out of reach with him hampered by the mass of clothing around his
knees.  It was a bit of a struggle for him to get back into them, but when
he got his pants fastened he began to chase Leslie around and around the
kitchen island.

   "I think we better go to bed before we see something that's really
scary." Sara Johnson said as she took the younger girl's hand.

   Lesa offered, "I only have the one guest bedroom.  The couch in the
family room folds out into a queen-size bed.  I can sleep there and let you
have my bed, Sara."

   "Nonsense, Sara's bed is big enough for both of us, isn't it Sara," Sara
Johnson observed before asking, "How about we do a sleepover in your room?"
Sara Crews nodded enthusiastically.  "Wait, we're pushing again." Sara
Johnson turned to look at Leslie.  "Leslie, are you going to sleep with
Jake or do we send him alone to the family room and you and I sleep in the
guest room?  Maybe one of the beds is large enough for all three of us."

   "Would it be alright if I spend some with Jake by myself tonight?"
Leslie asked.  "Normally I wouldn't mind sharing, but I really want some
kind of connection with him while I sort out my feelings.  Is that too
selfish of me?  Is that okay with you, Jake?" Biting her lower lip, Leslie
didn't look much older than Sara Crews.

   "I'm at your service, m'lady." Jake said with an embellished bow.

   "Oh my, I think I'm going to like being 'serviced'." Leslie preceded
Jake up the steps putting an extra sway into her hips.  Jake grabbed her
just below the waist, leaned over and bit her left cheek though the thin
denim.  Leslie squealed and sprinted up the stairs.

   "Goodnight, children," Lesa said as Leslie and Jake disappeared through
the guestroom doorway.

   "Goodnight everyone," they shouted before closing the door.

   Sara Johnson and Sara Crews laughed and said goodnight as well.

   In the guestroom, Jake and Leslie were locked in an embrace exploring
each other's tongue and tonsils.  Breaking the kiss for a moment, Jake
said, "Thank you," and pressed his lips to hers again.

   "I haven't done anything you need to be thanking me for, yet." Leslie
said as she backed away with sparkling eyes and giggling voice.

   "Oh, but you have.  I am very thankful that you're happy.  But, I
thought you wanted to just talk and get to know one another," Jake told
her. She had his pants undone again.  "The jeans come off easier after the
shoes," Jake advised.  Leslie dropped to her knees and began unlacing
Jake's running shoes.  Kicking off the shoes he told her to hold the cuff
of the jeans so he could extricate his foot.  He steadied himself with a
hand on her head and managed to free his legs from the denim without
falling over.

   A dark shadow crossed Leslie's brow, but she chased it away.  "Can we
talk later?  Right now I just want to get you naked and play."

   He felt her reach into his boxers as he pulled his T-shirt over his
head, and said, "No, no, no.  We have to get you naked before you play with
him again." She pouted cutely, but kicked her flip-flops towards his shoes
when he pulled her to her feet.  "Reach for the sky," he instructed her as
he gripped the thin material of her T-shirt and started pulling it up. 
When it was covering her face and pinning her upper arms to her head he
stopped, leaned down and began kissing her twin globes.  "Now you're at my
mercy," he threatened as he laid her across the bed and slid his hands down
onto the firm globes on Leslie's chest.  The nipples looked swollen and
bright red against the pale skin of the soft breasts.  Climbing on the bed
with her he began as serious assault on her ribs and chest as Leslie kicked
and squealed.

   Jake kept hampering her efforts, but she finally wriggled free of the
T-shirt.  She then used her hands to hold him tightly to her tits. 
Remembering what Lesa had said about younger girl's breasts, he mostly
licked and sucked, keeping his teeth out of the way.  She was moaning
quietly when he unfastened her shorts and began pushing them down her legs
revealing a lacy pair of pale green panties.

   He left a trail of soft kisses down her ribcage and across the soft,
pale skin of her abdomen as he pushed the shorts down her long, muscular
legs.  His mouth reached the waistband of the panties as Leslie kicked the
denim garment off of her feet.

   Jake shifted his body towards Leslie's feet and slid his hands up the
tops and outside of her thighs.  When he reached her hips he slipped his
thumbs into the leg opening of the frilly garment and pulled it away from
her body enough to close his fingers around the waistband.  Leslie lifted
her hips, and Jake started working the scrap of lace over her butt.  When
the soft patch of red hair appeared, Jake leaned down and planted baby
kisses on her mons.  Jake continued to slide the soft green fabric down her
pale thighs.

   Jake stood up as her panties cleared her feet.  He was amazed that the
garment had hardly any weight.  He gripped the waistband of his boxers and
worked them over his butt and raging penis.  When they reached his knees he
let both garments drop to the carpeted floor.

   Leslie watched his long penis sway like it was a cobra.  "Oh my," she
said softly.  "What are you going to do to me with that monster?" As he
crawled back onto the bed he began raining kisses on her breasts, neck,
ears and then eyes before shifting his attention to her soft mouth.  She
wanted him, wanted him like she had never wanted anyone before.  He was
being so gentle and careful, so thoughtful and considerate.

   Jake stretched out next to Leslie expecting her to start grilling him
with personal questions.  He was ready to just lie there and enjoy the
sights and smells of the beautiful and very naked woman laying next him.

   She wanted to taste his dick again before her thoughts got too
scrambled. "Swing around and let me play with your dick," she asked
mesmerized by the sensory overload of the naked and desirable young man on
the bed with her.

   "I'm right on the edge," he warned.  "It'll explode as soon as you touch
it."

   When she told him, "I want it in my mouth, now!" he just groaned.

   Jake swung his left leg over her face.  Pushing his face between her
thighs he grabbed her hips and rolled away from the edge of the bed. 
Leslie's thighs sprang open as she rolled on top of him and he was treated
to a fantastic close-up of her down-covered pussy.

   Jake was in awe of the exposed flesh that was just inches from his nose.
The smooth inner thighs, engorged labia, downy red fur, and tight ass
cheeks blended into something that could not be imagined.  "This can't be
real," he mumbled as he lifted his head to lick the gaping slot from clit
to perineum.  Leslie moaned around the mouthful of dick she was enjoying
and Jake started spraying.  He locked his arms around her hips and jammed
his face into her crotch as he tried not to shove his steel rod through the
back of Leslie's head.  When she backed off to make room for his jism, his
nose was against her ass and her clit was pushed in his mouth.  He began
mindlessly sucking her clit as though he was nursing one of her nipples.

   "God, this can't be real.  I've got to be dreaming," Jake said, finally
dropping his head back onto the bed as some sanity returned.  "Popular
foxes like you just don't shove their crotches into the face of a guy like
me and then start sucking his cock.  This is more than I could even
fantasize."

   "You're still hard.  What are you going to do with this hard dick? 
You're not going to shove it into my wet cunt, are you?" Leslie was amazed
at the rigidity of the shaft she was slowly stroking and feeling very
naughty.

   Jake wasn't sure if she was being playful or being serious.  He was very
confused, but decided to take the less depressing high road.  "It can't
fuck you if it's soft," Jake explained.  "And I really, really want to fuck
you!"

   In a gymnastic move that amazed Jake, Leslie spun around above him
settling her wet crotch onto the vein of his throbbing dick.  Jake groaned
again as he felt the soft, wet labia slide along the length of his shaft.
The inner conflict Leslie had been pushing aside could no longer be
contained.  Bursting into tears as she said, "I can't believe that such a
sweet, wonderful guy would want to put his amazing cock into a slut like
me." She collapsed onto his shoulder sobbing.

   'What the Hell?' Jake thought.  He tried to lift her to look into her
eyes, but her grip on his shoulders was too strong.  He didn't lose his
erection, but it softened a little as it stopped questing to remain in
contact with her sex.  "You're not a slut," he asserted wrapping his arms
around the sobbing girl.  "How can you say such a thing about yourself?"

   "But, I AM a slut," she said as she regained some control.  "I let
Marvin do whatever he wants, and I don't really like the way he treats me.
I didn't just let Ralph fuck me.  I wanted him to.  I wanted it almost as
much as I want you right now, and I hardly know you and you're so young!  I
got off on being fucked by Marvin and Ralph at the same time.  I didn't
just let it happen, I wanted it to happen!  Only a real slut wants two guys
at once!" She wailed and started sobbing even harder than before.

   "You're not a slut.  You were just very vulnerable and were taken
advantage of.  I feel like a shit for taking advantage of you right now. 
I'm torn between doing the right thing and making you feel even more
rejected by DOING the right thing.  I know I'm not making much sense.  It's
hard to think straight with your naked pussy against my bare cock.  There's
just not enough blood left over for my brain when my dick gets enough to
work right."

   When Leslie pushed herself upright her hips slid forward to where her
vaginal opening was throbbing around the tender underside of Jake's glans.
Any lost rigidity came back with a vengeance.  "Do you really like the way
this feels?" Leslie asked as she ground her soft vulva against Jake's
throbbing hardness.  "Doesn't it repulse you to know that I like having two
guys at the same time?  I mean, I just had a flash of you and Ralph doing
me, and it makes me feel hot; then I get so ashamed of myself."

   This time as she slumped forward, Jake guided her face to his.  He could
taste the residue of his sperm in her mouth, but didn't care.  She recoiled
from his tongue, but she had slid forward enough for Jake's glans to lodge
at her opening.  Incredibly it swelled even larger as her vaginal opening
rotated from the underside of his shaft to the tip.  Jake's hips gave an
involuntary snap and his glans was lodged in a wet furnace.  "Oh, what are
you doing?" She asked the universe.

   Leslie rotated her pelvis in a small circle as her vagina absorbed half
of Jake's length.  "I can't believe you're really letting me fuck you,
Leslie.  Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He was processing sensations
from his shaft, from his chest where he could feel her hard nipples rubbing
back and forth, and from his fingers as he stroked her flanks.  He grabbed
her hips and thrust into her.  In three strokes his entire length was in
heaven, and Leslie squealed every time he bashed into her swollen clit.

   "I can't believe that I'm finally having wonderful sex with someone I
think I ..." She couldn't say it.  She closed her eyes and relished the
feelings her young lover was bestowing upon her.

   Jake got a lump in his throat when the words circulating in his
blood-deprived brain finally registered.  He would have stopped to gather
his thoughts, but Leslie was climbing to an orgasmic peak and his limited
blood supply had other tasks to perform.  He applied all of his energy
toward taking Leslie over the top.  He exploded into her with a grunt. 
Leslie's scream of completion was still ringing in his ears when
consciousness returned.  Looking into her eyes he told her, "I think I love
you, too."

   Leslie burst into tears again; raining kisses as well as tears on his
face.  The motion of her pelvis as she kissed, hugged, and cried kept
Jake's dick from going totally down.  "This is going to sound awful." Jake
was struggling with his thoughts, feelings and emotions.  "I'll be happy
with anything that you're willing to give me, but I want more than just sex
from you.  I want to go out in public with you.  I want to share
confidences in private with you.  I want to share and be shared.  I'll be
disappointed if you don't want anyone to know you hang out with a geek, but
I'll understand." Jake had trouble getting the last sentence out because
she was crying and kissing him even harder.

   "You're not ashamed to be seen with me?" Leslie asked.

   "A hot babe like you?  Of course not!" Jake replied.  Feeling his dick
swelling up he asked, "Is it alright if we just keep fucking for now,
though?"

   She laughed and hugged him tight as they rolled over together.  Jake
settled himself between her raised and open thighs and began slowly
stroking his length into her as they gazed deeply into each other's eyes.
Exhausted, they shared a gentle climax several minutes later before
drifting to sleep in each other's arms, still connected.

   They woke up on their sides facing each other.  The cold, gooey mess
they had deposited on the sheets could no longer be ignored.  "We made a
mess," Leslie remarked.

   "Sorry," Jake replied as they untangled their stiff and sore bodies.

   "Let's strip these sheets off of the bed and take a quick shower.  There
should be some fresh linen in the hall closet." Leslie suggested.

   Hearing what he thought was a sound plan; Jake began putting it into
motion by pulling the corner of the fitted sheet free of the mattress.  He
followed her into the hall mesmerized by the play of dim light on her white
butt.

   The guest bath was not as large as Lesa's bathroom, but the shower had
ample room for them both.

   In the shower Leslie asked, "Were you serious about being seen in public
with me?"

   "Of course, weren't you?" Jake replied.

   "Yes.  But, won't it embarrass you?  People are going to know that I've
fucked Marvin and Ralph.  Everyone'll think I'm a slut.  I'm not much of a
trophy, and there'll be horns." Leslie's eyes were downcast as she spoke.

   "Well," Jake started; then paused to collect his thoughts.  This was NOT
familiar ground for him.  "Are you going to be upset that I'll be having
sex with Lesa, and maybe others?  I don't really care much about what
'everyone' thinks of us.  I believe that I'll eventually have relationships
with several women, and I'm not talking about Platonic relationships.  The
Confederacy will expect me to have children by several women if I'm
selected to emigrate.  Right now I know that I want to do lewd and
lascivious things to your body, but I also want a relationship with your
mind.  I think I'd like watching you do lewd and lascivious things with
others.  Can you hang?"

   "I don't want to be a cum-dumpster for you and your friends.  I'll do
it, but I thought you respected me more than that." Tears were forming in
Leslie's eyes.

   "What?  How can you think I could do such a thing?  Did I not understand
when I heard you verbalize a fantasy about having Ralph and me at the same
time?" Jake had no experience with emotional women.  He didn't know what to
do or say in this kind of minefield.  "Having wild, uninhibited sex will
not make me respect you any less.  In fact, that kind of self-confidence
will increase my respect for you.  You should know that no matter how lewd
and lascivious we get, I'll still respect you and expect you to respect
yourself."

   "I don't understand." Leslie stated honestly.

   "Are you expecting exclusive use of this?" Jake asked putting her hand
on his groin.

   "No Jake, but ..."

   Interrupting her he added, "Then I'm not expecting exclusive access to
this." He cupped her vulva with a soapy hand.

   Leslie's head was spinning.  "Do you want me to be your party slut or
your girlfriend?"

   "No." Jake answered, "I want you to be my party slut AND my girlfriend.
Didn't you feel okay with sharing Marvin with Sara?  Are you not okay with
sharing me with Lesa?" When she nodded, Jake added, "Then is it not fair
that I should be okay with sharing you with Ralph and Sara?"

   Leslie blushed, "Sara and I aren't lovers!"

   "Why not?" Jake replied to the flustered girl.  "The two of you are very
close, and you appear to have the moral capacity when not beating yourself
up for what you believe 'everyone' will think of you."

   "Don't start crying again," Jake sighed.  "How about we see if Lesa is
still awake?  She's a lot smarter about these things than I.  Maybe she can
help me explain it to you, okay?"

   Leslie just nodded as they turned off the water and starting drying off
with the towels Jake had retrieved from the rack next to the shower door.