The soft flesh beckoned to be cupped, held, squeezed; but instead it was left to jiggle freely, naked and unfettered.The soft flesh beckoned to be cupped, held, squeezed; but instead it was left to jiggle freely, naked and unfettered. Even Therese's gauzy nightie was unwilling to intervene. It floated carelessly upon the air, its fabric seemingly welcoming the light that shafted through it, it's straps plotting to fall from Therese's slim shoulders at the first opportunity. Soon all three girls were between the shelves, and Susie was running out of moisture to make lather. The crackle of a police walkie-talkie announed the arrival of the night watchman on his designated rounds. "That's Charlie," Kathy warned Therese, a look of desperation in her eyes despite her knowledge as to the time the library was generally inspected for intruders. "And with our luck he's ten minutes early," Therese hissed. She grasped Susie's upper arm. "Come, dear, you've done all we've asked and now its time to go." The girls slipped as noiselessly as possible out a side door of the library, Therese taking note of the nearness of this single unlocked exit to the front entrance and her good judgement in leaving the rest of the sorority back at the house. |