The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotic Stories

by Barbara Cardy

  The girl must have been watching.

  Thirteen years later, now that Amanda was queen of the library, she was able to smile when she remembered the incident. At the time, the thought of being exposed as a sex fiend had terrified her. She never did find out who had been hidden away behind that bookshelf. Not that it mattered now.

  Nothing like that had happened since. Amanda loved being surrounded by her favourite books, and she adored the peaceful surroundings of her workplace. But in reality, her days were usually long and uneventful, partly why she tended to make her own entertainment during the quieter periods in the evenings.

  It was Thursday at three, and the library was busy. The afternoon was usually the busiest time of day. Amanda was rushed off her feet: helping students with enquiries, locating books, restocking. She was relieved when she returned to her desk. Her screen flashed, informing her that she had a new message. Amanda wearily clicked into her inbox. She was forever receiving emails from the ground floor outlining the latest procedural changes. Amanda put her hand to her mouth to stifle a yawn.

  I know what you do behind that desk after 19.30.

  Amanda put her hand back to her mouth. This time, however, it was from shock rather than boredom. Her head felt light; her fingers tingled. She looked around the room. Nearly all of the students had laptops. Any one of them could have sent the email. She tentatively typed a message.

  Who are you?

  Amanda tried to look relaxed; did her best not to stare at her computer screen as if her life depended on it. She anxiously waited. Eventually she received a message alert.

  I’m a lady who enjoys watching what you do behind that desk after 19.30

  Amanda sighed with relief. At least it wasn’t a colleague, or worse, somebody who wanted to sabotage her position. Now, she was curious. Somebody had been watching her, and Amanda liked to be watched. The idea had excited her ever since the incident all those years ago. Yet she knew that she still needed to cover her tracks, put on the pretence of innocence.

  I don’t know what you mean.

  Again it was an anxious waiting game. Amanda opened the next mail with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

  Maybe one night after 19.00 we can both discover more.

  Now, the trepidation was fading. The excitement was increasing. Amanda typed just one word back.

  Maybe.

  The email exchanges created a new outlook to Amanda’s days in the library. On the one hand, it was exhilarating. On the other, she was out of her comfort zone. She felt less in control. Amanda had no idea whether somebody was watching her; what might happen next. And, for the next few days, nothing happened at all. Amanda searched the faces of the students for possible clues. There were none. She almost obsessively checked her emails, but disappointingly, they were all work-related. Every night she left the building frustrated.

  Just as she was starting to lose interest, she received another email.

  Bring your favourite dildo to work with you tomorrow.

  The tone was so direct, so vulgar. Amanda’s fingers were trembling as she typed her response. She still tried to feign uninterest. This time, Amanda restricted her response to three words.

  Maybe I will.

  There was no doubt that she would.

  Amanda kept herself busy the next day. She knew that if she did receive another message, it would most likely be in the evening. Until then, she wanted time to pass quickly. At four thirty, she received an email.

  Get your dildo out of your handbag.

  Amanda smiled wickedly.

  When?

  The response flashed on her screen almost immediately.

  Right now.

  Amanda was shocked. She had not expected this. The library was still busy. There was much more chance of being caught than in the evening. She needed to think, and fast. Her head was telling her to ignore the message. Her loins told her to follow every darn instruction she was given.

  She followed her loins.

  Good. Now take your pants off.

  This was difficult. People were coming in and out of the library from all different directions. Amanda managed it.

  Tell me how wet you are.

  Amanda already knew how wet she was. Her excitement was building at a rapid rate. There were tiny goosebumps all over her arms.

  Very.

  Amanda waited.

  No, I want you to run your fingers between your legs, explore how wet you are.

  Amanda pushed her chair forward so that her legs were hidden underneath the table. She discreetly ran her middle finger between the folds of her sex. Amanda knew that she was excited, but even she was shocked by what she found.

  I am soaking.

  Amanda waited, as patiently as she could. She felt heat flowing from her cheeks, down her neck.

  I suspected that you would be. Now I want you to take your finger – the one that you have just had in your pussy – and slide it into your mouth. Suck on your finger like it was a dick. Taste your own hot, sticky juices.

  Amanda glanced around. She tried to make it look as natural as possible. Most of the students had their heads in their books, but some looked less focused. They had wandering eyes. Amanda slid her middle finger between her lips, as instructed. The glistening juices were replaced by hot saliva.

  I can see you have hidden your favourite dildo underneath your mound of paperwork. I want you to slide it inside you.

  Amanda knew that this was coming – she had not been told to bring the dildo in to use as a paperweight – but the bluntness of the instruction still shocked her. Her body craved to be filled. And yet, she was scared. She needed to take the dildo from her desk and push it between her legs. Any one of the students might see. Amanda also knew that the chance of being caught just added to the thrill.

  She dropped her pen on the floor, and then innocently leaned down to pick it up. Only, she took a very subtle detour. By the time that Amanda had straightened her back, adjusted her monitor, she had a dildo fully inserted inside her pulsating sex.

  She was met by an instant message.

  So, Little Miss Prim and Proper Librarian, how does it feel to innocently sit at the front of the room with a dildo filling your wet pussy?

  Amanda knew exactly how she felt. Hornier and hornier with every crude, teasing word aimed in her direction.

  It feels good.

  She adjusted her seat so that it went deeper, opened her sex wider.

  Do you want your hand down there, pushing your dildo in and out in a fucking motion?

  Amanda typed exactly what she thought.

  God yes.

  It was just what she wanted.

  That’s good, because that’s where I want it, pumping that big dick into your slippery pussy hole. I want to watch you fucking yourself.

  Amanda was overcome with need. The concern about being caught was now completely outweighed by her lust. She almost didn’t care who caught her. Amanda gave a cursory look around the hall. With her right hand, she pulled the dildo out of her pussy, then thrust it back in, hard. All the time, she stared straight at the computer screen. To the very casual eye, she was still engrossed in her work. To the observant eye, she was a sexually charged woman close to orgasm.

  I want you to think about your ultimate fantasy – fucking a woman right here in the library. I want you to imagine it as you push that dildo deep inside you.

  The thought pushed Amanda over the edge. She bit hard into her spare hand, just as she drenched her right hand with her own overflowing juices. Amanda dug the teeth deep into her skin. She had to. Otherwise she would have screamed out loud, shouted every obscenity under the sun, right there in the middle of the library.

  Once her orgasm had subsided, Amanda pulled the slippery dildo out of her sex, casually tried to look calm and presentable. It was difficult. Her breathing was fast. A thin layer of sweat covered her forehead. Her face was flushed crimson. She brushed down her skirt, took a long swig of water. Amanda looked caut
iously around, tried to check whether there were any signs that she had been seen. As far as she could tell, she had not been.

  Another message flashed up on her screen.

  That was quite some performance. Keep your eye out for any further instructions. And remember, I could be watching you at any time.

  The next couple of days, Amanda was like the cat that had caught the mouse. She had always stretched the boundaries. Amanda was fully aware that what she did in the evenings could get her into deep, deep water. And yet, she always felt in control. This time, the control had been well and truly taken. And she had loved it. And, most importantly, she had got away with it.

  The words from the last email had been going round and round in her mind. I could be watching you at any time. Amanda was more alert than ever. Every girl that came in and out of the building was a suspect. Some of the girls openly flirted with her. All sorts of possibilities raced through her mind. Amanda was left on a constant sexual high. But they were not the words that had stirred her imagination the most. Keep your eye out for any further instructions. It suggested that it was not over. Amanda dearly hoped that it was not. Her body, her mind craved for more. She wanted to discover who was having such an enormous effect on her life.

  It was just an ordinary Wednesday, at seven thirty, when she received another email.

  We both know all too well that the library shuts at 20.00. Stick around until after it closes for your next instruction.

  Amanda had become accustomed to expecting the unexpected, but even so, she was still shocked. She had never, even in her wildest daydreams, imagined staying back after closing time. It opened up so many more dangers, and yet so many more possibilities. She was fraught with nerves and excitement. Amanda stared at the big round clock on the wall, longing for the hands to move faster. She watched as the students picked up their bags and departed for the evening. Possible suspects were eliminated one by one. Amanda still had no idea who was playing with her.

  Finally, the doors closed and she was left on her own. Suddenly, Amanda felt scared. A deadly silence filled the four corners of the room. It was darker than usual: most of the lights had been switched off by security. There were shadows everywhere. Amanda was aware, more than ever, that her pursuer could be absolutely anyone. The minutes passed, and nothing happened. Amanda considered leaving. There did not seem to be anyone else here. Then, a message flashed on her screen.

  Come to the back of the floor.

  Amanda felt unsteady on her feet. She still considered walking away. She took slow, awkward steps to the other side of the room. Amanda tentatively peered behind the bookshelf. She sighed deeply. There was nobody there.

  She cursed herself for being so naïve, for wasting so much time. She was just about to turn and walk, when she heard fast, sudden movements. Somebody had moved from the other side of the bookshelf. They were now standing right behind her. Amanda could smell the delicious perfume.

  “Just don’t turn around.”

  Oh my God, Amanda thought. This was so familiar. It just had to be the girl from all those years ago. Panic was instantly replaced by anticipation. It was going to be all right. Amanda dismissed the thought. She knew that it was not going to be all right. It was going to be absolutely amazing.

  She stared at the books on the shelf, books that she knew so well. Hands slowly brushed down her arms; fingers locked inside her own. She felt a brush of lips against her neck. Amanda tightened her grip on the hands. The lips grazed against the surface of her skin. The tongue massaged in a delicate, circular motion. Amanda purred like a kitten.

  “You can turn around now.”

  This was unexpected. The last time she had not been allowed to turn around at all. The girl had disappeared without trace. All would be revealed now.

  She had striking sea-blue eyes. They gazed at Amanda with a wonderful softness. But Amanda recognized something else in them: burning desire. She was a few years older than Amanda, possibly in her late thirties. And she was only faintly familiar. Her hair was straight and blonde, tied back in a bun. She was dressed rather conservatively, in a white blouse and gray skirt. Just like me, Amanda mused. The clothes could not conceal the outline of a slim, slender body. Full red lips did not even attempt to hide a multitude of sins.

  They kissed. She tasted sweet and feminine, just like her perfume. The urgency in her embrace, however, suggested that her intentions were far from sweet. The woman pressed Amanda up against the bookshelf. A couple of the books fell to the floor. Amanda kicked them away with her feet. The woman slid her hand along Amanda’s thigh, nearly all the way to the top. Then she pulled away and stared intently at Amanda, her blue eyes big and wide.

  “I’ve seen how fucking horny you can get. I’ve watched you often enough.” She smiled wickedly. “Now I want to discover for myself.”

  Amanda emitted a low muffled sigh as the woman pressed her mouth against her own, then slipped her tongue inside. Eager hands unbuttoned her blouse. The cotton fabric was pulled down her arms. The blouse dropped to the floor. Amanda wore a lilac demi-cup bra; she liked to feel sexy underneath her formal work clothes. The woman unashamedly stared open-mouthed at her pink, exposed nipples. She pushed the full plump breasts together, circled the outline of her nipples with her finger. She kissed Amanda’s neck again, but now the kisses were more urgent, more passionate. The woman bit at the soft skin with her teeth. At the same time, the pressure on the nipples increased. She pulled and pinched the hard buds. Amanda responded with a gasp. The increased pressure was an intoxicating blend of pain and pleasure.

  The hands were unbuttoning her gray flannel dress now. The skirt was pulled down Amanda’s thighs and kicked from her feet. She wore matching lilac hot pants underneath. The girl rubbed Amanda’s sex through the flimsy material. Amanda knew that her wetness had seeped through. Damn, she could almost inhale the scent of her own pussy, she was that excited. The pants were pulled off, so that Amanda stood completely naked, right there in the library, her own workplace. She was conscious that the girl had not yet removed a single item of her own clothing.

  “Sit down on the edge of the shelf,” the woman ordered. “I want to find out whether you taste as good as you feel and look.”

  Amanda did as she was told. It never even crossed her mind to do anything different. The wooden shelf felt cool against her warm, naked buttocks. The woman knelt down in front of her. Amanda rested her feet on her shoulders. Her tongue danced around the outskirts of her sex. Amanda knew that she was teasing, that she was toying with her. Please stick your tongue deep inside me, she longed to scream. The delay was making her knees tremble with anticipation.

  The tongue delved inside. The woman looked up. Her eyes looked sweet and innocent. There was a long trail of juice hanging from her lips all the way to Amanda’s open, exposed pussy. The innocent eyes vanished. The woman gave Amanda a different look. You really are a horny slut, kind of look. Frankly, right now Amanda could not have agreed more. She just wanted that glorious tongue back between her legs, where it belonged.

  She did not have to wait very long. The tongue was pushed back inside her slippery hole and used like a dick. She thrust it back and forth in a wonderful fucking motion. Amanda uttered a constant “oh-oh-oh”, which was in rhythm with the tongue pushing in and out of her pussy. The tongue moved to her clit. It felt so damn sensitive. Amanda knew that it was plump and engorged and erect. There was only so much that she could take. Amanda moaned at the top of her voice as she reached a shattering orgasm.

  Amanda did not move for a few moments. She needed to regain her composure. This wonderful woman – and she still had no idea who she was – was doing unforgiving things to her body. Amanda was just about to adjust her position on the edge of the wooden shelf when a door at the front of the floor opened.

  “Don’t move or say a single word,” the woman whispered. “It’s a security guard.”

  Oh my God, Amanda thought. She had forgotten that a security guard patrolled the
building during the night. He must have heard her screaming. The security guard at the library in the next town had probably heard her, she’d been that loud. The lady between her thighs had a mischievous smile on her face. It was all right for her, Amanda thought. She’s not sitting here completely naked and, more to the point, she doesn’t work here.

  She could hear the guard pace up the floor. He stopped ten feet away. Amanda’s heart stopped beating too. And then he turned. He walked. The door was shut tightly behind him.

  Amanda was not able to stifle a laugh. The woman joined in too. God, that was close, Amanda thought. So very dangerous, she mused. And, so goddamn exciting.

  The woman looked serious again. “I think it’s time you found out what really turns me on.”

  The woman reached for a bag that was hidden amongst the books, right next to a laptop. She pulled out a big thick dildo. Only it was not any normal dildo. It had a strap attached to it.

  “I liked to be fucked by a woman, but a woman with a dick. Do you think you could oblige?” she asked, feigning innocence.

  Amanda did not need to be asked twice. The woman stripped her clothes off. She was long and lean with little pert breasts. Amanda wanted to fuck her so very badly.

  It felt fantastic being in control, for the first time in the proceedings. The dildo slipped easily inside from behind, for she was incredibly excited. The lady held on to the bookshelf for support, just as Amanda had all those years earlier. She put her spare hand over her mouth, in a desperate attempt to restrict her moans. Amanda loved fucking with a dick. She had often wondered what it would be like. She thrust the dildo in and out, hard and fast. It was not long before the woman reached a thunderous orgasm, and then, shortly afterwards, another.

  They sat at the back of the hall holding hands. Amanda blinked a bead of sweat from her eyes. There was no awkwardness. It felt comfortable and natural.