Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues from that of 'Batgirl Risks All' and re-introduces the character of Jennifer Goodbody A.K.A. Sparrow.
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Chapter 9: The Lewd Librarian
Barbara squirmed on the chair behind her office desk, acutely aware that underneath her smart, dark-blue, woolen business suit, she was wearing sexy black stockings, and a pair of crotchless panties. The six-inch stilettos on her feet, had already caused a few raised eyebrows in the library, that morning. Barbara Gordon was renown for wearing sensible, if dull, work clothes, and that included sensible, comfortable footwear.
She'd deliberated, long and hard, on whether to wear the sexy underwear, or to totally ignore Smallpiece's outrageous demands, but then, for some inexplicable reason, she'd slipped the crotchless panties and stockings on, and posed in front of her dressing table mirror. She'd felt a thrill of excitement, as she eased apart her thighs, and her dark-red pubic hair, came into view, quickly followed by a glimpse of pink, glistening pussy flesh.
It certainly gave her a real sexual charge, knowing that her colleagues were totally unaware of her sexy undies!
Barbara had been quizzed by Jenny, earlier that morning, and she'd reluctantly admitted to her friend that Smallpiece had returned to her apartment and forced her to have sex with him. She'd refused to go into graphic detail when pressed, and had certainly suppressed the fact that she'd quite enjoyed the whole experience. She'd also deliberately avoided revealing that she was wearing kinky underwear, since Jenny would have insisted on inspecting it, close up and personal, at the earliest opportunity.
As expected, Jennifer had gotten real mad at her, but Barbara had insisted that her friend keep out of it, and that she was in perfect control of the situation. Nevertheless, the young blonde had left, shaking her head, and cursing, under her breath.
Barbara recollected how she'd pleaded with the puny cat burglar to make love to her, and blushed deeply. She remembered how his big, fat cock had pumped in and out, in and out, of her tight, clinging pussy, bringing her unsurpassed pleasure; how she'd clenched her vaginal muscles about his hard slick shaft, milking his penis, until he'd spurted his hot, feral load deep into her vulva; how it had gone into uncontrolled spasms, as she finally attained her own much-needed climax; how she'd arched her spine up off the bed, ramming her hips up to meet each powerful thrust, crying out with unrestrained animal lust.
"Good morning, Ms. Gordon!"
"Huh?" With a guilty start, Barbara jerked her hand out from under her skirt, where she'd been absently masturbating to her sexual recollections, rubbing stiffened fingers against the puffy outer labia of her unprotected pussy.
"I said 'good morning'!" repeated Brad Fleming, with a broad grin, seeing the startled look on the librarian's face. Luckily for Barbara, her desk had hidden what she had been doing, from his inquisitive gaze.
"Oh, ah, good morning, Bradley! You, ah, you startled me. I, um, I must have been daydreaming?"
"Yeah, you sure were, Ms. Gordon! It looked like you was suffering from an acute bout of stomach ache, at the same time! Ah well, gotta be going! Gotta make sure those electronic safeguards are all working, for the new exhibit! See you around!"
"Oh, er, yes, you do that Brad! Bye!" Barbara replied, anxious to get rid of him, as quickly as possible, so she could clean the stickiness from the fingers of her right hand.
-oOo-
It was about mid-afternoon, when Barbara had an unexpected guest drop into her office.
"Hi there, babe!" exclaimed Cyril, plopping his bony ass on the corner of Barbara's desk, while grinning from ear to ear, like a Cheshire cat.
"What the hell are you doing here, Smallpiece?" she hissed, trying to keep the note of panic out of her voice, while peering around, guiltily, to see if anyone else had observed his entrance. "This part of the library is off-limits to the general public, you idiot! Please go away! You could get me into a whole lot of trouble!"
Smallpiece chuckled. "Yeah, I haven't been taking any precautions, have I?" Then, as an afterthought, he added, "Say, I hope you're on the pill, sweet-cheeks? We don't want you getting pregnant, now do we? What would the Batgirl fan club think, if their sexy heroine showed up eight-months gone?"
Barbara blushed, deeply. "Keep your voice down, you… you idiot!" she hissed. "Anyway, I was already taking the pill, long before I ever met you, so you needn't worry on that score!"
"Oh, I wasn't worried, sugar," Cyril replied, with a dry chuckle. "I'm sure DADDY would be only to ready to pay for an abortion, if it meant protecting his darling daughter's unblemished reputation?" he added, reaching out and placing a hand on her knee.
"Filthy pig!" Barbara hissed, vehemently, but made no attempt to brush his hand away.
Cyril ran his hand up her leg, to the hem of her skirt. "Are you wearing the little presents that I left you, as instructed?" he murmured, slipping his hand further up her silky, stocking-covered thigh, beneath the hem of the skirt.
"Stop it! Someone may come in," she gasped, pushing his hand away. "And, yes, yes I am wearing them! That's what you wanted, wasn't it, only heaven knows why?"
"Because they make you feel all sexy and sinful, knowing that your fellow workers are unaware of what's underneath that drab, boring Assistant Head Librarian exterior! Isn't that right, babe?"
"Yes damn it, YES!" she gasped, blushing with shame, at her admission.
"And because I've decided that I want to fuck you right here in the library!" Cyril added, almost nonchalantly.
"WHAT? You… You must be insane!" gasped Barbara, going a deathly pale.
He smiled, and reached forward to slide his hand up under her skirt, to cup her hot, moist mons. "You know you want it, don't you… Batgirl?" he murmured.
Barbara gasped, as his fingers brushed against her swollen labia, and she belatedly clamped her knees together. "Please, not here, someone will come in and find us at it!" she groaned, squirming her ass on the chair.
Cyril reluctantly removed his hand. "Where then?" he growled, slightly annoyed.
Barbara swallowed hard, and brushed down the hem of her rumpled skirt, trying to gather her scattered wits. "I, ah… There's a storeroom just along the corridor, that we can use."
Jumping to her feet, she grabbed his hand, and dragged him from the office, before someone came along and spotted them.
"It's just along here," she gasped, peering around, to see if they had been observed. "No-one will disturb us in there. There's a key, so we can lock the door, for complete privacy!"
"Sounds good," he replied, reaching up with his free hand, to squeeze her breast, through the thin material of her blouse.
Barbara gave a low groan of arousal. "Please… not here!" she gasped.
It was only when they were inside the storeroom, and Barbara had closed the door behind them, and lent back against it, that she let out a loud sigh of relief. "We should be safe in…" Her words trailed away, as she turned to lock the door. The key was missing from the lock. "Drat!"
"What is it?" Cyril asked, running both hands over her shapely, miniskirt clad derriere.
She twisted around into his arms. "The door key, it… it's missing!" she gasped, wide-eyed.
