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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 16: A Lazy Saturday

   It was raining cats and dogs Saturday morning.  Jake's first thought was
to snuggle against the warm ass pressed into his belly, but that action was
soon overridden by a background sensory input that was building in urgency.
"I need to pee," He told his bedmate when he felt her reach for his morning
erection.

   Lesa started laughing.  "The honeymoon must be over.  That's not a very
romantic 'good morning' theme.  'I need to pee' puts the brakes on a
morning blowjob."

   Jake was already out of the bed.  "I'm sorry.  Good morning lover!" He
leaned down and gave Lesa a nice 'good morning' kiss.  "May I have you for
breakfast when I get back from the bathroom?"

   "And the romantic images just keep rolling." Lesa was clearly in a
playful mood, despite the rain.  "All this laughing has me needing to pee.
Hurry up in there!"

   Lesa rolled out of bed, avoiding the nasty side.  Jake was standing in
front of the toilet sending a pale yellow waterfall into the bowl when she
stepped through the door.  Lesa leaned against the doorjamb to wait for her
turn at the porcelain fixture.  "It amazes me that some guys can have
trouble hitting the right hole from less than an inch away, and yet all of
you can send a stream into the toilet with pinpoint accuracy from two feet
away."

   "Don't get me started laughing," Jake warned.  "Otherwise we'll be
cleaning pee from the floor, walls, and perhaps even the ceiling."

   Lesa sighed loudly.  "Am I going to have to get you some trashy romantic
novels to teach you some seductive concepts?"

   Jake looked at the naked woman standing in the bathroom with him.  He
was actually comfortable with her watching him take a piss!  His world had
certainly changed since Wednesday.

   He flushed after shaking the last few drops out of his dick.  He backed
off and gestured toward the toilet with his hands as he said, "Your turn,
my dear.  Think you can go while I watch?" Jake quickly lowered the seat
for her when he realized he had left it up.

   "You want to watch while I pee?  Kinky!" Lesa commented as she walked
across the room and sat down.  When she was done she patted herself dry
with a small wad of toilet paper and asked, "Should I shave down here?"

   "Let's see.  Sit up here on the counter and let's have a look." Jake
suggested.

   Jake knelt on a towel and squatted down until his face was even with
Lesa's fur.  He ran his hands up the smooth skin of her inner thighs and
brushed the fringes of her sex with the index finger of each hand.  Lesa
shivered, but otherwise remained still.  "Very nice," Jake observed.  "I
love the way you react to a light touch along the labia.  There's a little
stubble up here on your tummy." Jake licked and kissed the upper juncture
of her thighs and abdomen in the little pocket created by the tendon that
closes the legs.  "I would hate for the more tender parts down here to be
as scratchy as this." He had moved his mouth over her clit and the slit
right below it.  Lesa moaned and quivered as Jake snaked his tongue into
the breach created by the inner lips swelling and protruding past the short
hair covering her sex.

   Jake used his tongue to spread the lubricant oozing out of her vagina
from the perineum to the clitoral hood.  "The hair here makes it hard to
seal my lips for good suction," Jake commented as he smoothed hair away
from the top of her slit and applied light suction to the prominent bundle
of nerves that lay beneath.  Jake wet his middle finger by sliding in along
the channel between her clitoris and vagina; then slid it into the opening.

   Lesa grabbed Jake by the hair and began thrashing in orgasm shortly
after he started massaging her G-spot with the tip of his finger as he
sucked on her clit and lightly abused it with his tongue.  When she got her
breath she begged, "Let's go back to bed."

   "I can't wait that long," Jake replied as he stood and replaced his
finger with the crown of his tool.  He moaned and sighed as he sank his
rigid shaft into the welcoming tunnel.  Lesa latched onto him with both
arms and both legs as he started stroking his length into her depths.

   "Oh God, Oh, Yeah," became a duet as the two closed their eyes and
focused their entire being on the juncture of their bodies.

   With strength of will, Lesa forced her hands from Jake's shoulders to
the sides of his head.  "Look at me, Jake.  Stay with me." She begged. 
Jake relaxed his eyelids and fell into the blue-green pools facing him.  It
was no longer just animal lust.  Their souls merged in that moment, and
they were transported to another universe.

   Only the grip Lesa maintained on Jake with her limbs kept him from
falling to the floor when most of his consciousness sprayed out through tip
of his dick along with his semen.  His legs remained rubbery as he kissed
and caressed his sexual mentor.  "I love you, Lesa." Jake mumbled before
getting his breathing back to normal.

   "I know.  I'm your first, and you're infatuated with me.  It'll pass."
Lesa replied.

   His legs were still shaky, but Jake managed to stand.  "No.  Well, yes
you're the first and the best, but not the only woman I've had sex with
this week.  Look at me.  My dick is limp.  No blood is being diverted down
there to incapacitate my brain.  I love you.  I'll continue to love you if
I never get to stick my dick into you again.  I'm certain that this isn't a
passing infatuation."

   "You're too young to understand love, Jake.  I have strong feelings for
you, too; feelings that are more that just lust for your wonderful body. 
I've known love.  I've shared love with another.  What I feel for you is
similar, but the difference in our ages makes it impossible to fully
understand one another."

   "Bullshit," Jake spat.  "It's only when we're around others, or you're
thinking of others that you allow age to become a barrier.  When we're
truly alone, when it's just the two of us, there's no difference, no
barrier.  If you let go of what other people might think, like you let go
when we fuck, then we can fully understand each other as mates; not just
sexual partners."

   Jake backed away from Lesa.  He dropped his head and turned to start the
shower.  Before he stepped into it, Lesa stepped up behind him, slid her
hands under his arms and around his chest, and pulled her naked torso
tightly against his back.  "You're right, Jake," she whispered into his
ear. "I've been denying my feelings for you.  I've been telling myself that
you're no more than the means to an end.  I didn't want to let myself
become emotionally involved, but I AM emotionally involved.  I wanted to be
a toy that held your interest long enough for my children to be safe.  I
was sure that I would be pushed aside once that end was achieved.  Now, I
dare hope for something more; something for me, for us."

   Jake swung an arm over Lesa's head so he could turn to face her.  "I
know I don't have the experience you have for a reference base, and I
accept that this could be nothing more than puppy love, but it really feels
like there's more between us that just sex and common goals." They shared a
kiss and just held each other while the room filled with steam.

   Wiping tears from her eyes, Lesa looked at Jake, "Okay, back to the
mundane.  Do I shave this off or not?" She asked as she thrust her pelvis
forward and stroked her furry crotch with both hands.

   "Not, I think.  Maybe trim it a bit.  It fascinates me the way it looks
brown sometimes, orange another, and even a bit yellow in really bright
light.  The hair on your head has the same problem of making up its mind
between lighter shades of brown, orange and yellow.  Even your eyes are a
mystery: blue at the outer edge, green around the pupil, and a jagged band
of yellow separating the two that shifts from blue to yellow to green as
though it can't decide." Jake observed.
"Well, it's a woman's prerogative to change her mind.  I rarely change
my mind about anything; so, maybe my hair and my eyes express my fickle

feminine mystique instead." Lesa replied laughingly.

   They didn't spend a great deal of time washing each other.  Most of
their sexual energy had been drained.  They did engage in some horseplay
has they toweled each other off, though.

   Before leaving the bedroom Lesa asked Jake, "Try this robe on.  I don't
mind us being naked even around the kids, but it seems that anyone can show
up at any time.  We just about embarrassed poor Consuela to death yesterday
morning.  Are you ready for some breakfast?"

   They found Sarita, Franklin, and Samantha in the kitchen eating cereal
with sliced bananas.  Franklin and Samantha said a cheery "Good Morning",
but Sarita mumbled a grudging one.  Jake and Lesa shared a concerned look.
Lesa looked at Jake and nodded in Sarita's direction, asking him with her
eyes to find out what was troubling her, as though she didn't know.

   Jake sat down next to the thirteen-year-old and bumped into her.  When
she didn't respond, he bumped her again.  This time she turned to glare at
him with her chin stuck out.  He recoiled as though he had been struck. 
"Help," he shouted, "something has turned Sarita into a milk-mouthed
monster!" Naturally she hit him on the arm in retaliation, but she did
grin.

   Jake asked Sarita.  "Listen, I have to go to the dorms and bring Toby,
Leslie, and Sara back here for diner tonight, maybe even lunch as well. 
Would you like to ride along with me?"

   "Is your car big enough for five?" Sarita asked.

   Jake admitted to the inadequacies of his car.  "Not really, you might
have to sit in Toby's lap, or he can drive so you can sit in my lap." Her
eyes lit up when he mentioned sitting in his lap.  When he added, "However,
you'll have to wear jeans, or at least panties under a skirt." She hit him
again, harder this time.  "Ouch, you're such a brute!" He faked being
injured by the blow.

   Both Jake and Lesa knew that the situation between Sarita and him had
not been resolved, only postponed.  "Is cereal okay with you, Jake?  It's
getting late, and we can have an early lunch." Lesa asked.

   "Cereal is fine.  May I have corn flakes with sliced banana like my man
Franklin here has, and maybe some OJ?" Jake responded.

   "You bet.  Would you drink some coffee if I made a pot?" Lesa asked.

   "No more than a cup," Jake replied.

   "What're you going to wear today, Mom?" Sarita asked as she was rinsing
out her bowl.

   "I don't know, maybe a pair of culottes and a long-sleeved blouse.  It's
a bit cool today." Lesa mused.

   Sarita wrinkled her nose, and Jake stepped in, "Don't you have anything
more casual, like jeans and a sweatshirt, or a miniskirt and halter?"

   "Yeah, Mom," Sarita enthused, "How about those old hot-pants of yours
and the blue bandana halter."

   "God no, I can't believe you remember seeing me in that!" Lesa demurred.

   "A halter sounds good to me.  Your boobies were custom made for
complimenting a halter." Jake added.

   "A halter may make my tits look good, but not my tummy.  Being naked is
one thing, but exposing these ugly stretch marks is another thing
entirely." Lesa complained.

   "Sounds to me like you, Sara Jay and Leslie need to go clothes shopping
with your mom this morning." Jake said to Sarita.  "We need to get
hustling."

   "Yeah," Sarita enthused.  "Let's go, slowpoke."

   Before they got up the stairway, the front door bell chimed.  Lesa
looked through the curtains; then pulled the door open to admit Sara,
Leslie and Susan.

   Sara Jay spoke for the three, "Sorry to just show up so early.  Susan
has been bugging us for details and offered to bring us over to your house
in her car.  Good morning Sarita.  Hi Jake, you look pleased with yourself
this morning."

   Lesa assured her, "It's fine Sara.  All of you are welcome anytime. 
Please, come on in."

   Susan eyed Jake and Lesa's robes.  It was clear to her that Jake had
spent the night.

   Leslie chimed in, "Susan was telling us about how Jake was hitting on
her yesterday.  Geez, you'd think the boy wasn't getting any at all!  He
felt her up and propositioned her right there on the library's front
steps."

   Jake was blushing head to toe, "I ran into her by accident.  I didn't
deliberately feel her up!  I was just kidding around when I propositioned
her.  I don't believe I had the nerve to actually say those things to her."

   Susan spoke up, "Yeah, well I would've had a sore bottom if you'd taken
the offer I was thinking about.  Leslie told me your CAP score.  My God!  I
couldn't believe it was that high."

   Lesa was intrigued, "How would his CAP score have given you a sore
bottom?"

   Susan blushed a little while giggling; then she explained.  "He wanted
me to bet sexual favors against his CAP score.  I would have lost my ass,
quite literally."

   Jake was absolutely crimson and trying to escape.

   Lesa laughed, "Aren't you getting enough from the three of us, Jake?"

   Susan was clearly startled.  This was news to her, and she began looking
at the other four women, well three women and an adolescent teen, not
really sure who the other two were.

   Leslie posited, "He's become a horny bastard since losing his cherry,
ready to nail anything female that moves."

   Sarita rolled up a magazine from the sideboard in the foyer and held it
up like a baton.  She then reached above her head with both hands, stood up
on her toes and did a full pirouette in her nightgown.  "I'm a fairy
princess," She said while turning.  She stopped when she was facing Jake
and touched him on the shoulder with the magazine.  Wearing a big stage
smile she added, "Poof!  You're a pile of shit." Smiling sweetly she danced
off to the kitchen while everyone, including Jake all but doubled over with
laughter.

   Jake got his breath and made another attempt to apologize, or at least
beg for mercy.  "Really, I wouldn't have expected to collect."

   Leslie looked at him under arched eyebrows.  "And just how many times
have you turned down sex this week, Jake?" Her remark started everyone
except Susan laughing again.  She wasn't sure of the answer.

   Last ditch, Jake went for redirection, "Lesa needs to update her
wardrobe.  Why don't you guys take her to the mall?"

   Sara Jay nibbled the bait, "Casual, work ... intimate apparel, what kind
of clothes are you looking for, Lesa?"

   Lesa responded, "I don't really need anything.  Sarita and Jake were
ragging on me for not dressing like a teenager.  Maybe I could use
something casual that covers my tummy but lets my butt and boobs peek out a
little?  Nothing too sluttish, though."

   Leslie stepped up and hooked her left arm under Jake's right bicep as he
turned to follow Sarita.  She nibbled his earlobe and whispered, "That was
smooth, sneaky, but smooth.  You do learn fast."

   Susan caught up and took Jake's left bicep and asked, "Are you mad that
I found out without gambling my body parts?"

   Jake shook his head, "No.  Really, I don't know what possessed me to say
those things to you yesterday.  I'm truly sorry." Jake noticed that she was
a good bit shorter than Leslie.  Susan's breast was much closer to his
elbow than Leslie's.

   Leslie looked at Susan across Jake's chest, "Want to see what you missed
out on by tricking me into spilling the beans?" Leslie teased them by
gripping the belt holding the robe closed with her right hand.

   "Hey!" Jake protested and stopped.  Susan and Leslie took one more step
causing Leslie to actually tug on the belt, not enough to completely
unfasten it, but enough to loosen it and allow the robe to gap open a bit.
It was enough for Susan to get a glimpse.

   Her free hand flew to her mouth, "Oh m'God!  It must weigh more than he
does.  You would have split me in half with that thing, Jake!"

   Jake was embarrassed and shook his arms free.  Closing the robe again he
tried to focus, "Leslie, why did you do that?"

   Leslie was very apologetic, ""I'm so sorry, Jake!  I didn't think it
would come loose so easily.  It was an accident.  I was just teasing you
and Susan, honest.  I wasn't expecting you to stop so suddenly."

   From behind, Lesa remarked, "Just because you're an exhibitionist,
Leslie, doesn't mean everyone is."

   Franklin had heard the discussion in the foyer and was being his usual
truculent self.  "I don't want to go clothes shopping."

   Jake helped him out, "Neither do I buddy.  You and I and Samantha could
go to the playground.  Are you up for that?"

   Sara Jay spoke up, "It's raining, Jake."

   Jake glanced out the window.  "So it is.  Plan 'B' Frankie, what do you
like to do on rainy days?"

   Sara Jay sat down and got Franklin and Samantha's attention.  "We could
go to the Children's Museum.  It has all kinds of fun activities."

   Jake asked, "We?"

   "Yeah, I don't need any clothes and Leslie is much better with fashion
and design than I.  She did the body paint on my boobs Wednesday.  I'd be
happy to stay with you and the kids, or just the kids if you want to tag
along and help pick out sexy stuff for Lesa."

   Everyone was looking at Jake, "I know even less about fashion, and I'm
allergic to malls.  I hate them.  I think I'll stick around and be domestic
today."

   Lesa laughed, "Typical male.  That was a slick job of squirming out of
shopping, by the way.  It'll take me about thirty minutes to get cleaned up
and dressed.  I'll be down as soon as I can.  Come with me Jake.  Sarita,
Frankie, Sammy, you guys need to get dressed as well."

   Being male, Jake was ready to go before anyone.  Actually, Franklin beat
him to the staircase.  Neither one really needed to shave, but Jake had
anyway.

   They joined Leslie and Susan in the kitchen.  Sara Jay was upstairs
helping Samantha choose an outfit for the outing.  Jake poured himself a
second cup of coffee and sat at the table across from Leslie and Susan.

   Leslie toyed with her coffee cup, looked nervously at Susan, and then at
Jake.  Hesitantly she looked at Jake and said, "I had diner with Marvin
last night.  On the way to Outback he apologized for the way he has been
treating me and asked me to forgive him.  He promised to treat me better in
the future whether I continued to see him or not.  He even confessed that
you and Ralph had all but beaten some sense into him at Starbucks the other
day.  I don't know what to do, Jake.  I believe him, but I feel so much
safer when I'm around you.  Tell me what I should do, Jake.  Should I stay
with him, or ..." Leslie had run out of courage and was looking at Jake
with pleading eyes.

   Susan looked like she was about to say something, but changed her mind
and took a sip of juice instead.

   Jake didn't understand.  He had no idea what Leslie wanted him to say.
"I can't tell you what to do, Leslie.  Heck, you're a lot older than me. 
Not that you're old, I mean, ..." Jake knew he had stepped in it, but
didn't know how to clean off his shoes.  He decided to just stumble on, "I
may be smart and book educated, but I've had no experience with
relationships.  I really enjoy being with you and would hate to lose that.
I feel selfish asking you not to stay with him." The turmoil Jake was
feeling was written all over his face.

   Leslie frowned, but decided not to take offense.  Smiling she let him
off the hook with, "You can be such a little boy.  It's one of the things I
love about you.  All men have a bit of little boy in them, though.  I keep
forgetting just how young you really are.  What I'm asking is if you will
have me if I stop seeing Marvin?"

   Jake smiled at her briefly through his embarrassment.  With downcast
eyes he told her, "I would love to spend time with you even if you don't
stop seeing Marvin.  I would rather share you than do without you."

   Leslie reached across the table and took Jake's hands in hers.  "That's
so sweet, twisted and kinky, but sweet."

   From the doorway Sara Jay interrupted, "Twisted and kinky is your thing,
Leslie.  What perverted suggestion had Jake made?"

   Grinning, Leslie replied, "He wants to share me with Marvin."

   Sara Jay giggled, "Oh, a ménage a trois is so tame for you.  Who do you
have in mind for a fourth participant?  After all, you have three holes."

   This was more than Susan could sit quietly for.  "Are you guys serious?
I can't believe I'm hearing this." She picked up her juice glass she added,
"Is it the water here, the air, or just the house that brings out the slut
in people?"

   Lesa and Sarita arrived together.  Lesa fielded the question as though
she were asking about hairstyles, "We're NOT sluts, are we, Leslie?  We
just have enlightened appetites.  Are we ready to go?"

   Leslie stood up and joined the late arrivals.  Turning to face Susan,
she asked, "Coming with us, Susan?"

   Susan stood up and took her glass to the sink, "No, but I'm afraid to
stay here, either.  I'm going to head back to the dorm.  Give me a call
when you guys get back to planet Earth from wherever you've gone."

   Lesa got Jake's attention, "Jake, there are some umbrellas next to the
front door.  Will you please escort Susan to her car?  We're going to take
my car.  It's in the garage; so we won't have to get out into the rain. 
Thanks for bringing Leslie and Sara here, Susan.  You're welcome to visit
any time."

   Sara Jay had Franklin and Samantha ready to go when he returned from his
escort assignment.  It took two umbrellas to get them safely into Jake's
car.  Jake held one of the umbrellas to keep Sara Jay's butt from getting
soaked while she buckled the kids into the back seats.  It was a bit
awkward with Jake's two-door, but he really enjoyed the view.

   Jake's carload was the first to return Saturday afternoon.  He felt a
little weird letting himself into Lesa's house when she wasn't there.  The
four of them went up to the family room and put one of Samantha and
Franklin's DVDs into the player.  With the kids settled, Sara Jay took
Jake's hand and led him to the guest bedroom.

   She dug through her shoulder bag and handed Jake a tube of flavored
personal lubricant.  She asked, "Can you believe I found this at CVS
yesterday?  How about helping me test it?  Watching you be so domestic with
Franklin and Samantha has made me incredibly horny." She was shedding
clothes as she talked.  When Jake just stood there frozen with his mouth
open, she kissed his chin and told him, "Wake up, lover.  Don't let me get
naked before you do."

   Jake snapped out of it and began challenging the world record for
getting out of a T-shirt, jeans and sneakers.  The image of her butt
sticking up in the air as she buckled the kids was burning a hole in his
brain.

   Sara Jay crawled to the middle of the large bed and got on her knees and
elbows.  As she offered herself she told Jake, "Marvin told me what you and
Ralph did.  I think I can do doggy style with you now without bad
associations, if you'll hurry."

   The words penetrated Jake's addled brain.  He understood what she was
saying, but he was focused on the lewd display on the bed.  His pulse was
pounding in his ears and his vision was focused on the cleanly shaved labia
framed by Sara Jay's thighs.  The soft patch of brown hair on her mons was
backlit by the afternoon Sun through the bedroom sheers and her fur seemed
to sparkle.

   Jake ripped open the package in his hand as he knee-walked into
position. Both of them were silent until Jake's slippery fingers made
contact with Sara Jay's magic box.  Sara Jay moaned softly when he started
exploring her sex with his slick fingers.  His silence was broken when he
switched from fingers to the swollen tip of slickened cock.  It wasn't just
the marvelous things her vagina was doing to every nerve in his penis, the
soft butt pressing into his abdomen, and her legs ... he hated to break
contact with of the soft warm skin against his thighs.  Marvin was the last
thing on either of their minds.

   They were cleaning up in the bathroom when the shoppers returned. 
Leslie caught them getting back into their clothes after finding the kids
sitting quietly in the family room and just laughed, "I don't have to ask
if you guys had fun today, do I?  Come into Lesa's room and we'll give you
a fashion show that should get the blood back into your dick, Jake."