But she had. And the realization gave her no small amount of satisfaction now.
Harder and harder she pulled on his throbbing cock, milking his meat until finally it happened. There was a final surge, he groaned, and the prick exploded in her hands.
The first wad of his hot, sticky cum hit her in the face, splattering on her cheeks and running down into her mouth and onto her neck.
But there was more. Much more.
For fully thirty seconds he came, spurting his hot cum all over her face, chest and arms, covering her in his sloppy jism.
And she loved it.
As soon as he was finally finished, Lisa let go of his cock and took her hands away, letting them explore her own cum-covered body. She rubbed the white, sticky mess into her flesh, bathing in at; swallowing what she could, letting the rest cover as much of her body as possible.
She had never felt so good.
She had never felt so much like a woman.
And the best part was that this was just the beginning. At last, after years of foolish frustration, Lisa had discovered herself.
Or at least she had begun to discover herself.
One thing was certain, though. She wasn't going to waste any more time. She had a lot of catching up to do, and she intended to do it.
CHAPTER FOUR
Lisa didn't go home for the rest of the weekend, most of which she spent in bed with Dave. By the time Sunday night came, both of them were so exhausted from their lovemaking that they both fell asleep just as the sun was going down in the world outside that had somehow receded into remoteness since Friday night.
About an hour later Lisa awakened. She felt restless, but it was obvious that Dave was going to be out for quite some time. Not wanting to wake him up unnecessarily, she quietly disengaged herself from his arms and padded softly into the kitchen. There she put on some water for tea and sat down to think.
There was a lot to think about.
Her cunt was blissfully sore; they had fucked in every position she could imagine and more times than she would have thought possible in such a short span of time. This weekend had gone a long way toward making up for everything she had missed.
It was too bad that Dave had to leave, but perhaps it would work out better this way in the end. He had been good for her, and she liked him a lot. But that was all. If she had not known he was moving away, none of this would have happened.
So it was good.
She knew that he wanted to make love with her at least once more before they said goodbye, but she knew that there was no way her body could take it.
Not tonight, anyway. And tomorrow would be too late.
The more she thought about it the more she realized that there really wasn't anything left for her to say to Dave. She knew the goodbye would be a painful one; after all, she had shared herself with him in a way she had never done with anyone else.
But still, what could be accomplished by hanging around? The answer was obvious. Nothing.
Quickly, before she had a chance to change her mind, she gathered up her things, wrote a short, happy note, and left. It was better this way; no loose ends, no foolish promises that neither of them would be able to keep.
Lisa was growing up quickly.
Monday, at the library, Beth didn't ask her anything about where she had gone or what she had done. In a way Lisa was relieved, but in other ways she was vaguely disappointed.
That night the same man who had come in on Thursday night came in again, and once again Beth volunteered to show him what he was looking for. At first, Lisa didn't feel like going to see what was happening, but after ten minutes her curiosity got the better of her and she started out from behind the desk.
But she was too late.
Beth was already on her way back, the same dreamy expression on her face that she had worn the other night after her encounter with the stranger.
'That was quick,' Lisa laughed.
'What do you mean?' Beth replied suspiciously.
'Oh, nothing. Just that it was quicker than the other night.'
They were behind the desk again now, and Lisa could tell that Beth was trying to figure out how much she knew. What should she tell her?
Everything? Or just a little?
'Tell me something,' Lisa asked in a conspiratorial whisper. 'Just how good is his cock?'
Beth almost fell out of her chair. This was too much. Lisa talking like that? It was incredible.
'About eight inches good,' she replied, once she had regained her composure. She half expected Lisa to blush in spite of what she had just said a moment earlier, but she was wrong.
'More like seven. Let's not exaggerate.'
'How do you know?' Beth asked, once again suspicious.
'I saw it; you weren't very good about drawing the drapes all the way in the special collection room.'
For a moment Beth didn't say anything. Then she just shrugged non-committally. 'Guess you can't win 'em all.'
'I'd say you came out all right on that one,' Lisa replied. 'I just wish you'd spread the wealth around a little bit.'
Once again Beth couldn't believe what she was hearing. What in the world had come over Little Miss Stuffy?
'I'm afraid I'm gonna keep him to myself. But use your imagination; there are plenty of others around. You just have to find them.'
The conversation ended there, but it had given Lisa an idea. Why not? If Beth could do it, why couldn't she?
The answer was obvious.
She could do whatever she wanted. If not with the guy Beth had come up with, then with somebody else. She would just have to keep her eyes open.
For the next three days Lisa kept her eyes open, but it wasn't until Thursday night that an opportunity to exercise her newfound freedom presented itself. When it did, she wasted no time taking advantage of it.
The man was vaguely familiar to her. In fact, she remembered that his name was George, although she couldn't be certain about it. But the one thing she did remember was that whenever he came into the library he looked at her like he was going to devour her.
Well, tonight, maybe he'd get a chance to do just that.
On his way in George glanced over toward the main desk and saw that one of the girls, Lisa, was looking at him. He smiled and waved to her just like he always did, pleased this time that she seemed to be noticing him.
Christ, would I like to get in her pants! he thought to himself as he made his way up the stairs to the second floor. She was definitely the number-one reason he came here to this library instead of going to one of the branches in the suburbs where he lived with his wife and two kids. The other one, the brunette, wasn't bad either, but it was the blonde that went straight to his cock every time he thought about her.
Oh well, enough daydreaming.
There was nobody else on the second floor, but that wasn't surprising since it was after ten. George made his way slowly along an aisle. At the end of it there was a small, enclosed lounge; he could stay there for a while
