I was getting ready for school when I received a text from an unknown number, and as soon as I read it I knew it was from Miss Amber.
How did she get my number?
I thought, but then I realized I didn't care. It read:
This will be your only reminder Jake. Absolutely no cumming unless I say so. THAT MEANS NO MASTURBATING. Save it all for me ;) - Miss A.
My classes went by in a complete blur that day. Lectures, homework, tests, nothing mattered except Miss Amber. She had made herself at home in my mind, and was occupying every vacant spot. What we did in the staff lounge, in secret and unknown to everyone else, was a huge turn on for me, and I could tell it was for her too, and from that point forward working at the library became thrilling. I used every possible excuse to spend as much time as I could in the children's section, putting away every cart there was, after which I would go back and shelf read, which was tedious work, but worth it to be around her.
Miss Amber wasted no time baiting me, and I became more bold in my leering. Nearly every day she wore something that accentuated her finest parts in different ways. She began switching it up, often changing out her usual dresses and skirts for dress pants that showed off the curves of her lower body. Sometimes I'd catch her bent down, ass in the air as she went to pick up her phone or some other item she dropped. I never could figure out if she was actually that clumsy or if she was taunting me, but regardless I relished the view as often as I could. Her pants were so well fit that I could make out the subtle shape of her ass, and I imagined what it felt like clasp it in my hands, or to give it a nice, firm slap. I hoped one day that I would.
Often times she'd unbutton her shirt, just enough to reveal an enticing amount of cleavage, always while making some offhand remark about the heat and lack of proper air conditioning. Again, I wasn't completely sure she was always doing this for my benefit, but that didn't stop me from staring. He tits were her best feature. Sometimes she'd lean forward and they looked like they were about to pop out of her shirt, and I'd wait with bated breath to catch a glimpse of a nipple. I wanted to see her nipples so bad. I wanted to feel them in my mouth and taste them. And I had to constantly remind myself that if I did exactly what she said, there was a chance that I would get my wish.
No matter how she teased me, I'd get hard every time, and every time she'd turn back, lock eyes with me, and smile that devilish smile of hers, her eyes trailing down to my erection, and I would blush, sheepishly smile back, and make no attempt to hide myself from her. She was catching me like this on a regular basis at this point, and her knowing, her acceptance, was the hottest part of all.
Those early days were full of uncertainty, and it took all of my will power not to masturbate; imagining what she was going to do to me, or have me do to her. I figured her foot job was just the tip of the iceberg, and I couldn't wait to experience what she had in store. But I was just as anxious as I was excited. I was deathly worried that I wouldn't be capable of pleasing her, which, given that at that point I was a late-blooming virgin, I figured was a guaranteed certainty. I hoped she would understand. I didn't want to ruin this opportunity. And the first step to make sure that didn't happen was to make sure not to break my promise. I wanted to wait for her, not just because of where it could possibly lead, but because I desperately wanted to please her. And as nervous as I was, I admit, I was also eager to learn.
All of this went on for an agonizing two weeks, and I could tell she was getting off on blueballing me. By the end it felt like I was bursting at the seams, and I desperately wanted relief more than anything.
Finally, as the annual Summer Reading Program was about to begin, I was informed by Sandy that Miss Amber had requested my help with sign ups. They were expecting record participants that year, and she thought having a partner at the desk would increase efficiency. I was told to head back to the children's department for training.
I was apprehensive about this because not only was this outside my normal responsibilities, but it would require interacting with people, specifically kids. I was not comfortable doing this, but then I thought about Miss Amber. I was fairly certain there was an ulterior motive to this request, so I had no choice but to put aside my anxiety and face my fears. If it meant being with her, it was worth it.
No matter what, do what she says,
I reminded myself on my journey back to children's that day. I was nervous when I met her at the desk, and I did my best to hide it from her, but she saw right through me.
"Ah, there's the man of the hour," Miss Amber said, patting the rolling chair to her right. "Don't be nervous. Come, sit next to me. It's time to begin."
I slowly but eagerly shuffled over and sat down in the chair, and as I did she continued to stare at me, turning the pages of my mind. She had her hair up in a messy bun, and she was wearing a dark purple cardigan over a black tank top, along with matching tight fitting black pants. It was different from Miss Amber's usual way of dressing; less formal, but it suited her. She looked lovely, and the cherry on top was the thick rimmed rectangular glasses she was wearing. That was new, and it intrigued me.
"You're wearing glasses today," I said, "I've never seen you wear glasses." Seeing her wearing them now though, I wished she had more often. Miss Amber was already a potent combination of beauty and intelligence, and those glasses really enhanced the effect.
"Yeah, they're non-prescription. Sometimes I like to wear them to see if people treat me differently. And for special occasions of course." She looked down for a second then back at me. "What do you think?"
I inhaled slightly. "I think they look great on you, Miss Amber." Saying that made me scream inside, and I clenched up, instinctively waiting for rejection. I was starting to sweat.
Instead, she smiled appreciatively. "Thanks. I knew you'd like them."
Being near Miss Amber was intoxicating. My heart pounded as I tried to think of something else to say, and I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "So, I'm supposed to help you with Summer Reading sign ups?"
Miss Amber looked amused. "Don't worry yourself about that Jake," she said. "It's easy, it'll take me ten, fifteen minutes tops to show you. There's no rush." She leaned in towards me, her hand creeping towards mine. I was trembling, and she noticed. A look of pity crossed her face.
"You poor boy. You really are a mess, aren't you?" Miss Amber gently grabbed my hand and held it in hers, lightly caressing my finger tips. "Do you trust me?" she asked warmly.
I felt the sensitivity of her fingers on mine, and I looked into her green eyes, seeing her intentions. "Yes."
"That's good Jake. You're such a smart young man. Soon you won't recognize yourself."
Miss Amber's words and her touch began to calm me down, and soon the tremors and the tornado of intrusive thoughts subsided.
"Are you ready?" she invited.
"Yeah," I gasped out, equal parts elated and panicked.
"Say yes Miss Amber, I'm ready."
"Yes Miss Amber, I-"
"Say it louder," she interrupted, the warmth in her voice replaced by cold, unflinching insistence. This was not a request.
I looked around, trying to scan the library for people. She squeezed my hand, bringing me back to her.
"Never mind them. Say it."
"Yes Miss Amber, I'm ready," I said loud and clear.
