The library was normally, for me, a quiet, relaxing place where I went to either study for my high school exams or to simply enjoy a good book. Today that all changed.
It was 11am on the last Friday of June and I awoke to the unfamiliar sound of my mother's voice asking me if I wanted a late breakfast. 'A late breakfast?' I thought to myself as I drowsily sat up.
"What's the time?" I asked her whilst rubbing my tired eyes.
"It's 10:00, sweetie." she replied in that kind way mothers so often do.
'Shit', I thought to myself as I put my feet on the ground; I've slept in and now I'm going to miss the bus. I mumbled a no thanks to my mum as I grabbed a towel and ran into the bathroom to take a quick shower.
The water wasn't hot enough as was proved by my nipples standing to attention. I fought the temptation to begin rubbing them as I normally did each morning in the shower and reached for the shampoo. There was just enough left for me to wash my long, black hair, and after doing so, i quickly, yet oh so tenderly washed my body with the buttermilk lotion that smelled divine. I hastily rinsed myself, turned the taps off and stepped out of the shower. The towel I had grabbed was nice and rough; just the way I like it, so I was dry in no time. I wrapped the towel around my body and realised it was just that little bit too short as I ran down the hallway into my room.
'I hope nobody saw my ass', I thought as I dropped the wet towel onto my bed.
I opened my drawer and pulled out the only bra I had in there; It was lacy and black -- Not my favourite as I wasn't really a fan of wearing revealing or sexy clothing, but it would have to do. The tag on the bra read 34B, but I knew it was a little snug as I put it on. Trying to keep my breasts from spilling out as I reached for my white, cotton shirt, I put it on and buttoned it up. I stopped for a second when I caught my reflection in my wall-to-floor mirror; Seeing my half naked body made me wish there was a man waiting to slide his throbbing erection into my tight, virgin pussy.
My hair was still a little damp and was lightly dripping on my shirt; on the shoulders and a little down the front was getting wet and I hoped it wouldn't turn see-through. I grabbed my denim mini skirt from off the top of my laundry hamper and slid into it. I quickly brushed my hair back, getting my fringe out of my eyes as I grabbed my black tote bag and ran out the front door.
"Bye mum," I yelled as I put my shoes on and half walked/hopped down the street to the nearest bus stop. I looked at my watch as the bus stop's green sign entered my view. '10:30', it said. I finally reached the seat and sat down. Five minutes later, the number 7 bus came along and took me to the library.
Now here I am. I'm sitting at one of the many square tables used for studying. I've got my maths book open and I am trying to figure out some stupid algebra equation that I know I'll never need in a million years. Maths has never been my strong point. As scanned the library for any potential fantasy material, I noticed a man I had never seen before working behind the 'returns' counter.