Disclaimer: voyeurism, stalking, woman on woman, profanity, drinking, dirty talk.
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It was a cloudy day outside, leaves fell from the trees and danced around the campus. Wendy peered at the sight through a nearby window as she sat in her boring math class. Her short jet black hair tucked behind her ears, as her hand rested upon her book, her slanted monolid eyes swept around the room. She had lifted her arm to her watch, it was almost time to leave. She fixed her glasses as she impatiently waited, anxiously jiggling her leg.
"I can't bare another class." She thought.
Wendy had attended this college to appease her asian tradition of good education. Her parents had always pressured her to excel beyond her means. She just wanted to read that was it, that is all she ever cared about. She was an awkward weirdo with no friends, she never dressed to impress. She always dressed like a sack of potatoes, but underneath she had a very slim body. She was average height, as for her bra size she had small A-cups if barely any.
All of this was Just enough for no man to look at her, it was perfect just how she wanted it. Wendy didn't end up getting into a good college, just a below the bar college to spite her parents. She could have gone to Harvard if she wanted to, she used to always say.
She was so lost in thought she didn't realize that the bell finally rang, she got up and grabbed her belongings, skipping down the sidewalks to her school library. Wendy loved this particular library...well not for the right reasons.
"Hey Vanessa."
Wendy leaned on the reception desk, with a big grin.
The librarian receptionist looked up.
"Don't call me that, I'm Miss Sawyer to you."
"I don't really know...should I call you miss or misses. If I call you miss, it means you aren't married." / Wendy replied
"I never said I was or wasn't." / Ms. Sawyer grumbled.
She typed away on her computer her curly black hair emanated. The computer monitor simply couldn't hide her beautiful curls.
Wendy moved to the far left of the reception desk so she could get a better look at her. Her brown beautiful skin glistened as usual. She sat her face on her palms watching her. She was utterly and completely enamored with Ms. Sawyer.
"What do you want child?"/ Ms. Sawyer responded while typing.
"Nonsense I'm completely legal, you aren't even that older than me you know." / Wendy replied with a sly smirk.
Ms. Sawyer slowly turned her attention away from the computer screen and completely turned her body to face Wendy, placing her leg on the other, hands clasped together on her legs.
Wendy locked eyes with her beautiful dark brown eyes, and her thick glossy lips, before blushing and quickly looking away while scratching her head.
"I'm just checking out books."/ She murmured.
"Will you stop bothering me then?"
"Deal."
Wendy smiled and walked off into the crowd of books that awaited her.
This wasn't their first encounter, Wendy had recently started coming to this library just 2 months ago.
( 2 Months Ago )
Wendy had decided to finally visit the school library since her favorite one had gotten closed down. She held a map of the campus to direction her to paradise.
At Last she had gazed upon the home of books, pushing the doors in to a new beginning. The smell of books wafted her nose, she strided right in and began seeking books.
She decided to check out the comic section, her favorite. Wendy carefully moved the books aside looking at each one with awe. She saw a couple of books being moved down a few shelves, feeling mischievous she decided to scare the person who was stocking the books.
She crept over and crouched down and whispered.
"BOO!"
Wendy had caught the woman's attention, she knew it was a woman because she saw her cleavage.
"Nice boobs."
She thought to herself.
The woman looked up and replied, still stocking books.
"Very scary." / The women replied
The woman grinned.
Wendy was quiet, she had never seen anyone so gorgeous in her entire life of living. The woman walked over to get a few more books, bending down in her bright purple dress.
Her ass protruded outward, it was an amazing ass Wendy thought.
Wendy quickly caught herself and slapped both of her hands on her face, in frustration.
"What am I thinking? Why am I looking at her ass? I didn't even know I was into women. God am I really that starved?"
Curious, Wendy walked over to the other side of the book shelf to greet the woman.
"Sorry about that miss, that was rude."
The woman still bent over looking for books, she replied.
"Ms. Sawyer." / The woman said.
"Uhh...what?" / Wendy replied while looking puzzled.
"That's my name."
Wendy blushed beet red.
"Oh...haha, duh of course you're talking about your name... I'm Wendy Lee by the way."
The silence grew loud...
Wendy didn't notice one of her thoughts managed to leave her mouth.
"That's a really sexy name."
"That's not appropriate."/ Ms. Sawyer said coldly.
Wendy was shocked from her own words, she quickly tried to lighten the situation to not seem creepy.
"Oh sorry, you're just really pretty."
Ms. Sawyer stood up and placed some more books on the shelf, turning her head to Wendy.
"Thank you, Wendy."
Ms. Sawyer smiled and rolled away with the cart of books.
Wendy watched her ass sway with her dress.
"What can I do to sleep with this woman?"
She thought.
( Present Day )
Wendy had checked out her books and had gotten to her small apartment. She threw everything down and plopped her face down on her bed.
She felt pain, an aching in her lower regions. She was so horny she wanted to die.
"Fuck! how am I going fuck her? She's so cold to me, I might as well be a ghost."
Laying on her bed she grabbed her phone and decided to search on the web.
-How to get a girl to like you?-
She gazed upon countless forums. Engage in small talk? she scoffed at that advice. She had already tried it and nothing came of it. Buy her gifts? Wendy thought about it.
"Ive got it! I will just buy her gifts, if I spoil her to death she's bound to let me fuck her."
She soon dozed off, dreaming of the day that Ms. Sawyer lets her lick and tease her ass.
( The Next Day )
Wendy sprung out of bed, she was ecstatic and ready for the new day. She had quickly gotten ready and rushed out the door.
As she rode down the sidewalk she was on a mission, she rode her bike straight to the a local flower shop.
She picked out a beautiful lavender bouquet, the same color of the dress she wore when they first met.
An older lady at the register smiled and uttered.
"That's one lucky man."/ The old lady responded with a smile.
Wendy corrected the lady.
"Woman." / Wendy smirked with a pointed finger.
The older lady gasped but Wendy walked out the store grinning ear to ear. She grabbed her bike and peddled straight to the library.
When wendy arrived she walked straight to the reception desk, placing the flowers down.
Ms. Sawyer looked up, alerted by the crinkling noise of the plastic, looking annoyed at Wendy's presence.
"I'm not even going to ask."
"They're for you."/ Wendy said with a mischievous smirk.
She placed her elbows on the desk, looking back at Ms. Sawyer as she payed no attention.
"I wanna eat you."
Ms. Sawyer quickly whipped her head up in shock.
"That is no way to talk to an adult."
"We're both adults here, besides I wasn't mentioning you I was saying the title of a book I wanted you to order."
Ms. Sawyer squinted her eyes at Wendy.
"Don't get banned from the library." / Ms. Sawyer said with a stern look at Wendy.
"Sorry, I just want to be friends thats why I bought you these flowers."
Ms. Sawyer sighed and looked at Wendy.
"How thoughtful of you, I would like to not be bothered now."
Wendy grumbled in frustration.
"Ok fine."
She sighed and walked away.
"It didn't work. DAMMIT!"
She felt hopeless, down in the dumps.
Then she thought of something, maybe it was just the environment she was talking to her in that was the issue.
Wendy decided to wait until Ms. Sawyer ended her shift to talk with her.
Well she went outside and sat on a bench and waited...and waited some more...and then some more.
"Ms. Sawyer sure does stay here late."
She thought, while watching videos on her phone.
After what seemed like eternity at 7:00 o'clock, Ms. Sawyer exited the building. Wendy felt happy, but that's when the happiness quickly faded.
Ms. Sawyer was chatting it up with a coworker, and they would not stop talking. All Wendy could do was listen to them talking and walking to their vehicles.
She got up and walked a safe distance behind the two.
"You should go to the Golden club with us, you need to get out more Vanessa."
"I know, I know, I didn't come last time but I promise I'll come tonight. I will be there at 8. " / Ms. Sawyer replied
That was all Wendy heard, she could use this opportunity to chat with Ms. Sawyer at the club tonight. Wendy quickly rode her bike home, she scanned her closet for something formal.
She had absolutely nothing formal in her wardrobe, so she decided a black jacket with jeans would work.
She then called a carpooling service to arrived to the Golden club, as Wendy arrived she checked her watch.
She was a little late but that didn't matter, she just hoped Ms. Sawyer didn't leave yet.
She paid her way in, and began to enter the doors the sound of loud music filled her ears unpleasantly. She put her hood over her head and scanned around the club.
Wendy wandered over to the bar, hoping to get out of the claustrophobic crowd.
She sat down and looked around, and by the grace of horniness she spotted Ms. Sawyer sitting down drinking further down the bar.
She threw her hood down and walked over and sat near her. She decided to play it off like she had no idea Ms. Sawyer was there.
"OH MY GOD! Is that you Ms. Sawyer?!"
Ms. Sawyer turned and looked at Wendy, and tried to get up from her seat, looking embarrassed.
Wendy hurried to talk.
"I didn't expect you to be here."
"Neither did I." / Ms. Sawyer replied.
Wendy giggled, and placed her hand on Ms. Sawyer's shoulder.
" Where are you going? c'mon drink with me."
"No I can't you're a student."
Wendy rolled her eyes.
"C'mon this isn't school."
"Well I guess you're right about that."
Ms. Sawyer sat back down, Wendy ordered shots of tequila.
"I can't drink that." / Ms. Sawyer said with a concerned look.
"Uh, yes you can, don't you have a mouth?"
Ms. Sawyer laughed at Wendy's smart reply.
Wendy grabbed the shot glass and knocked it back quickly.
Ms. Sawyer laughed and did the same.
"So where is your friend? "
"How did you know I came with someone?" / Ms. Sawyer said.
She looked at Wendy questionably.
Wendy paused for a minute, trying to look for a reasonable response.
"Oh, I just assumed you came with someone"
Ms. Sawyer was going to say something but has gotten interrupted.
