Krista silently directed Callista where to move. In a few moments, Callista realized that Krista wanted her to slide their bodies together so that their pussies were together, in a scissoring position. Callista felt naughty as one of her legs slide up between Krista’s breasts and the other slide up her tutor’s back. She took one of Krista’s legs in her arms, pressing it against her tits, as she slid her clit against Krista’s.
Their wet pussies kissed together, Callista felt her hard clit press against Krista’s and her entire body shivered. Gently, Krista began to rock, pressing her clit into Callista’s body. Callista began to mimic her tutor’s lead, moving her clit forcefully and enjoying the sensation it gave.
As their wet pussies moved over one another, Callista began to kiss Krista’s foot, and leg. Planting passionate, wet kisses against her tutor’s skin, enjoying the taste and the added oral sensation to accompany her titillated pussy. Krista followed Callista’s lead, sucking on Callista’s toes and kissing the bridge of her foot. And they continued to grind into one other. Their motions became faster, their kisses to one another’s legs more passionate. Callista felt that indescribable feeling building again. She looked across at Krista and saw her tutor’s beautiful face, scrunched in tension and anticipation.
The both reached the moment of ecstasy at the same moment. Noiselessly, the tension in their bodies reached crescendo. Callista felt the warmth and electricity pulsate through her body, making her limp and rigid somehow at once. She felt Krista’s body moving the same way. And in a few moments after their orgasms subsided they collapsed onto the library floor, panting.
After a few moments they both came to their senses. They couldn’t lay here naked forever, the odds were good that someone would come by this way soon. Without speaking the two smiling, giggling girls grabbed their clothes and quickly slipped them back on. They prayed that no one saw them, that no one heard the noise. Just as Callista was slipping her cardigan back on, she saw the librarian walk back to their desk.
“Are you ladies alright?” she asked, perhaps noticing their flushed faces.
“Of course,” Krista said, picking up her bags, “We were just finishing up our… studying.” Callista looked at her watch and saw she was late for lunch with her boyfriend and shrugged.
“Yeah, I guess so,” she said. The librarian briefly looked at the wet spot on the floor but shrugged her shoulders and walked away. The girls collected their stuff and walked towards the door to leave, both feeling strange but incredibly satisfied.
“I sure hope Megan isn’t here next week either,” Krista said smiling as they reached the door. But now it was Callista’s turn to offer a wolfish grin.
“I hope she does,” she said and winked and then slinked with her best sexy walk to her car.
Chapter 3: The Babysitter
Madri Gupta waved to the cab as it drove away and then laughed a little to herself. The only person in the cab was the cab driver, who was she waving at? She turned and looked at her house and sighed. Well, she was home. She looked at the house with a mixture of satisfaction and dread. With a little bit of drunken giddiness thrown in. And why not? She was a little drunk and she happy to be home with her two young sons. But she also dreaded what coming home alone meant. Another disastrous first date and at least a few more weeks of being alone. As she walked (or stumbled a bit) up the walkway towards her front door, she dissected her most recent romantic flop.
He was 45 years old (making him six years older than Madri), but he had lived with his mother since his divorce three years earlier. He was overweight, in between jobs, and ate with his hands at the restaurant. Madri had tried to be kind. It had taken her a long time to get over her divorce as well. But not only was he fat, stunted, and slobbish, he was rude. He made strange comments about her Indian heritage and asked her why she didn’t have a dot on her forehead. In the end, she’d abandoned him halfway through the date, met up with some other women she knew, and had a couple of drinks to try and forget it. Ten first dates in the last six months and not a single second date to show for it. And even with her standards slipping every day.
Madri shook her head and decided to put this night behind her like she’d done nine other times (with the magician, the fantasy football guru, the nosebleed guy, the guy who wanted a pre-date kiss, the guy who called his ex on the date, the guy who told her she was eating too much, the guy who wore a gun on his belt, the guy who hated kids, and the guy who sipped her drink without asking). As she got up the stairs she realized she was a little bit drunker than she thought. The babysitter was inside and Madri needed to keep it together long enough to get the girl out of her house. It was past midnight, so she’d have to pay a little extra. She giggled drunkenly, then put on a straight face and opened the door.
“I’m home,” she said and immediately realized that she was speaking too loud and that she was slurring a bit. She set down her keys and looked at herself in the mirror next to the door. Why was she having so much trouble? She was pretty. She was 5’8 and only 135lbs. She had long black hair, a small nose, big almond eyes, thick dark lips, and a clear complexion. Despite being almost forty and having two kids, her breasts were high and her stomach was flat. Her butt was toned from exercise and her legs were long and slim. 30-year-olds wished they looked like her! She looked particularly good in her first date clothes, thin black skirt that showed off her legs, a white blouse that showed a little cleavage, and a pair of black heels to pull it all together. Whatever, it wasn’t worth it.
“Hello Mrs… Ms… Dr. Gupta,” a voice said, and Madri turned to look at her perky young babysitter Callista. For just a moment Madri thought that the short cheerleader looked kind of sexy. The girl was wearing a skin tight t-shirt with no bra. It was a little short and some of Callista’s silky black skin was exposed at the midrift. She was also wearing a relatively short skirt. Madri figured her 10 and 8 year old sons were probably too young to enjoy the view. Callista smiled openly as Madri looked at her for a moment.