*Thanks to everyone who voted and gave me comments and criticism for my first story. It was fun to read your opinions. I can see that I will never please everyone as people said either there was too much of X or not nearly enough of X. Here is the second day in Allison's adventure.
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Mike lazed on the couch, trying desperately not to move. If yesterday was hot, today was an absolute scorcher. He glanced at Allison. Her eyes were closed and she sat directly in front of the fan. Sweat beaded on her forehead and ran down her face. She made no move to wipe it away.
The warm weather had appeared with vengeance. The heat baked the entire town. Nothing moved outside in the midmorning sunlight. The usually sounds of traffic, dogs, and people were absent. Mike imagined this is what it was like in Cambodia during high summer. He waffled about having a conversation with Allison. Activity didn't look like it would agree with her.
"You want to go to the library? They have AC."
Her long, slow sigh indicated she was displeased with his attempt of social intercourse.
"C'mon, it'll be fun. We'll see if we can't get you naked over there," Mike said. He had decided after yesterday that he would be direct and explicit in what he wanted. He watched Allison transform on the beach and he hoped she would enjoy another round.
"Mike," she said, "I feel like that was a one-time thing and I don't know if it's really something I'd like. I'm still feeling a little embarrassed with that guy seeing me naked."
"Let's give it another try. At least we'll be inside with some air on and we won't drown in this humidity. And if nothing happens or you aren't cool with it, we'll stop. I've never forced you to do anything you didn't want to do and I'm not going to start now. It'll make me happy if we go... And you're really pretty."
Allison's eyes nearly rolled into the kitchen.
"Okay," she said, "What do you want me to wear?"
Mike selected a loose blue sundress with matching blue sandals. The dress ended just above Allison's knees, showing her tanned and well-formed calves. Its low hanging neck nearly put her tight, perky breasts on display when she leaned over to reach for her shoes. Her blonde hair was put in a sloppy ponytail. She looked radiant.
"You look radiant," Mike said.
Allison smiled at him.
"But, you will need to lose the panties," Mike continued.
"What?"
"Well, how are we going to show you off if you have panties on? That dress is not see-through, even in the sunlight. No one will know the difference, except the guy you're showing, if you choose to show him anything."
Allison went with it. She slid her thong off and threw it onto the couch.
"Okay," she said, "let's go."
Mike knew he would be beaten if he commented on the temperature. There was a thick, soupy haze that sat on the town like a shroud. Nothing moved. There were no birds singing, there was no sound of children playing. Even the gentle caressing hum of the highway was mute. People were hiding from the heat.
The walk was mercifully short. 10 minutes of strolling led Mike and Allison to the edge of town. The library was an old building, only one story tall and made of marble and granite. It sat away from the activity of their city like a child in time-out. A small park and the eventual wilderness stretched out behind it. There was one car in the parking lot.
They walked inside and were greeted by the librarian, who seemed colder then the blast of air conditioning. She was a spinster, old and leathery. She didn't look like she would ever move from the chair at the main counter. The scribble of her pen on a crossword puzzle was the only noise in the place.
Mike and Allison nodded politely as they walked towards the back.
"There's no one here. Maybe everyone went to the movies to get out of the heat," Mike said.
"I wonder what kind of trouble I could get into over there." Allison asked.
Mike looked at her and she smiled sweetly.
"I'm just trying to get into the spirit of things," she said.
Mike took her hand in his and led her towards the back. He felt her stiffen. His gaze followed hers.
There was a kid sitting at a big table by himself, surrounded by a fortress of books. He was scribbling furiously on a pad of paper, stopping only to push his glasses back up on his nose. Mike started walking over. Allison yanked on his arm.
"No, I am not going to flash some 16 year old kid. That's not right. We can over there and go do whatever, but I'm not involving him."
"Let me say something," Mike said, "Being a former nerd, to have a cute girl talk to me would be an amazing thing. I wasn't going to involve him anyway, but if you go over and say a few nice things, you'll really make his day. He'd remember it for a long time."
Allison laughed.
"Former nerd? I don't know where you're getting the 'former' from, but... I don't know how to tell you this nicely..."