“Doggy,” Callista said, her mouth feeling dry. This was still better than studying on a Saturday, she kept telling herself. And a little part of her, deep inside her, was sort of thrilled by this. Krista, a woman, cared about her sex life.
“How often do you masturbate?” Krista asked suddenly. She said it in a whisper, but Callista’s first instinct was to look around the library quickly to see if anyone heard. Her cheeks felt hot and her eyes were wide. This was beyond sex; somehow this was worse, “Well?”
“I don’t know, like twice a week I guess,” Callista said. Callista thought about lying on her stomach on her bed, her arm pressed down by the weight of her body while her fingers moved delicately and knowingly over her clitoris. And now Callista was sure that Krista was thinking about it as well. “Does your store sell dildos or something.” If Krista noticed Callista’s sarcasm, she pretended she didn’t.
“I guess maybe I should, if all the girls your age are as… active as you,” Krista said, she didn’t say it maliciously but Callista felt dirty. What was going on here? Everything felt totally weird, like this was some sort of dream that occurred inside of funhouse mirror. “But that is a good point, do you use a dildo?”
“No!” Krista said and she heard a librarian somewhere far off in the library shush her. Krista clucked her tongue and shook her head.
“Seriously Krista, you need to lighten up. You are almost as high strung as your mother. We are just a couple of girls talking about sex,” Krista said, adding, “Do you ever finger your asshole when you masturbate?” Callista was, like, completely floored by this. Who the hell was this person and what had she done with dour, boring, and decidedly non-sexual Krista?
“That question cannot possibly have any relevance…” Callista began and then Krista suddenly stood up from the table. Callista stopped talking. Krista started to walk slowly around the table, speaking as she did so.
“Look, I am not trying to make you uncomfortable,” Krista said, “Maybe those questions got a little too personal a little too quick. Just know that whatever you do, I am not judging. I just wanted to know. ” Krista moved around the table. Callista felt very tense, she didn’t know what was going to happen. Krista moved behind her, standing behind the chair. Callista could sense that Krista was very close, her breasts less than an inch from the back of her head.
“What are you doing?” Callista asked pensively, trying to turn her head and see Krista.
“I am trying to teach you a trick I’ve learned about relaxation. You are far too tense, and it is bad for you. Being tense might even cause you to under-perform on the ACT. So let me do my job and improve you chances of passing the test,” Krista said cryptically.
“Umm… Ok,” Callista said, feeling uncomfortable. The next thing she felt was Krista’s hands on her shoulder. Callista tensed up even more, why was her tutor touching her? Krista carefully slipped the sweater off of Callista’s shoulders and it slinked off Callista’s arms onto the chair. Krista began to knead the flesh on Callista’s shoulders, digging her fingers in firmly but gently. Callista had to admit that it felt nice. Krista’s fingers moved against Callista’s neck, her fingers were warm and soft. For a moment, Callista forgot how odd the situation was, and just let Krista massage her shoulder and neck. She closed her eyes and melted into her chair. Krista leaned in close while she worked, occasionally her breast would bump Callista’s back. Her perfume was delicate and smelled nice. Callista unconsciously began to respond to Krista’s touch. She stifled a moan (and was confused by where it came from) and was conscious that she was becoming aroused! Her pussy was getting wet. What was going on? As Callista was thinking about this situation, she suddenly became aware that Krista’s right hand was no longer on her neck. Instead it had slinked down over her shoulder, skidded across her sternum, and was now reaching for her breast. Just at the instant that Krista’s hand cupped her left breast, Callista squealed.
“Krista! What the hell are you doing?” Callista asked, her eyes darting around the library. She heard someone shush, far off in the library.
“Quiet honey,” Krista said, leaving her hand on Callista’s breast, ‘This is a library. You’d hate to have someone come back here and see what you are doing.” Krista explained. Then, she took Callista’s nipple between her thumb and forefinger, through the shirt, and squeezed it gently. Callista felt a chill go through her body. It was not entirely unpleasant… but she didn’t want this. She was in public! This was a girl? What would her mother think if she saw her, silently accepting this sort of behavior? She knew that all she had to do, in a library, was call out and someone would come over. But she wasn’t doing that and for some reason she didn’t want to.
Now Krista’s right hand moved over to Callista’s right breast, pinching at Callista’s other nipple, sinking into the flesh. Now her left hand went over Callista’s shoulder as well and she was carefully kneading both of Krista’s breasts. Callista’s nipples grew hard, poking out proudly and visibly through her white shirt. Krista was so much better at this than Callista’s boyfriend. She was gentle, and took her time. For a moment, Callista forgot about her worries and just enjoyed the sensual feeling.
She was so transfixed that she didn’t notice Krista’s right hand move off of her breast. She didn’t feel as it reached down and grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt. She didn’t notice as Krista started to slowly pull the shirt up. The first Callista noticed anything was when she felt cold air against the bottom of her breasts. She looked down and saw that her shirt was being pulled up! Her bellybutton was exposed and even the rounded bottoms of her breasts! She squirmed a little, trying to get away from Krista, but it only served to pull her shirt up farther. Suddenly, Callista’s shirt was scrunched up under her arms pits and her breasts were exposed in the library! She tried to grab the shirt, but Krista was clutching it closely. Callista wanted to yell out but were afraid of people seeing her. Her nipples grew even harder in the cold, their milk chocolate color looking darker as the skin contracted.