George positioned himself behind her bottom. Even when covered by a skirt, she had the prettiest fanny. It was so perky, so round, so alluring.
They both looked around the room. Peter, behind the reference desk, did seem to be looking at them. Apparently Penny had left, as she was nowhere to be seen. George pretended to be looking over Sara’s shoulder at a book on the table, keeping his head tilted up enough to keep an eye on Peter, who now seemed to be staring right at them, as if he was concerned about something.
Sara also noticed that Penny was no longer with Teddy. If only she would return Peter would stop staring at them. She wondered where Penny could have in fact gone. It seemed like she was right there, next to Peter, just seconds ago.
Fortunately, Peter apparently must have experienced some sort of a stomach ache, as he suddenly grimaced and bent over. It was bad luck for Peter but good luck for them.
George quickly capitalized on the opportunity. He stood back up, reached down, and lifted up Sara’s skirt.
“Georgie,” Sara whispered. “You don’t have to raise my skirt.”
Perhaps she was right, but George never missed an opportunity to see that sweet girlish dimpled behind, and it was all the more beguiling when it was being exposed within a public place. His cock now felt so hard. He pushed it against her thigh as he slid the butt plug down along the tender crack of her winsome white cheeks.
“Hurry up, Georgie,” Sara urged, although she was very flattered and titillated by the feel of his hard cock pressing up against her. She considered reaching back to grasp hold, but she knew that would be going much too far. “Oh!” she chirped, as she felt the initial contact of the plug against her anus.
By now Sara had considerable experience getting things into her bottom. She knew how to relax her sphincter. Inserting this small plug was really not a problem, particularly with its tapered tip. Although the anxiety of doing so in a public place did provide some ambivalence. With one deep breath it slid right in and popped into place, like a round peg in a round hole that were just made for each other.
“It feels nice,” Sara whispered, repeatedly clenching and relaxing her sphincter to get a good feel for it. She could tell that she was going to like these plugs much better than her corks. She looked back at George, “I wish I could see it though.”
George stepped back to admire the sight. It was indeed a very charming picture: her precious little orb; poking up like it was looking for attention; all prettified and done up so sweetly with its pink rose, the soft petals poking out, like her rosebud had actually flowered. George reassured here, “It is very pretty, Sara.”
His pleasure, however, was suddenly cut short as Sara stood back up. She could see Mrs. Baxter, the head librarian, walking across the floor of the library. Mrs. Baxter hadn’t noticed them, but it was evident that their fun was now a bit too risky.
Standing up though drew even more of Sara’s attention to the intrusion within her rump. It was like she was halfway through with a dump: half in and half out. She knew that to describe it that way to almost anyone would sound disgusting, but it was in fact a very titillating sensation, like when one has the feeling of an intense urge, an urgent but pleasing pressure, with joyful relief just seconds away, but that moment in time is in fact frozen, and one just lingers in the imploring strain. Sara wiggled her bottom back and forth, not just to tease George, but to pleasure herself as well.
“I have to see what it looks like.” What girl wouldn’t want to admire her new corsage. She would just have to see what it looks like in a mirror. “Wait for me, Georgie, please?” She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and scampered off to the ladies room.
It was fortunate that the room was empty. But, she soon discovered that the mirrors were too high to see her bottom well. She had to be pretty far from the mirror to see her behind, and as she bent over to get the real effect she couldn’t see her behind at all.
Well, there were the windows on the second floor that went all the way to the floor. You could see your reflection in them at night. She returned to George, grasped his hand and led him off to the second floor.
“You keep your eyes out for anyone, and tell me when it’s safe.” It was really plenty safe, as they were well hidden by a stack of books. But, this was only with respect to those within the library. As Sara bent over and lifted her skirt she realized that she was exposing herself in a most intimate way to anyone who happened to be walking by outside of the library. If they looked up they would see a pretty girl bent over, her plaid skirt tossed up over her back, mooning the campus in a most delectable way.
Sara though didn’t mind. She just had to see what it looked like. She liked looking at her bottom. She thought it was the prettiest part of her body.
And, besides, she loved to tease boys by showing them brief glimpses of her panties. She in fact had a considerable reputation in the school for being a tease. It was this reputation that contributed to Mr. Peters needing to punish her (see The Lessons, Chapter 1). The experience in class had been very embarrassing for her but it had also sent her on the path, through her bottom, to George.
So, if there was someone out there, so be it.
And, a few students did in fact notice her fanny. As they looked up to the sky they were treated with a new full moon shining over the campus. Arnie in particular admired the sight. He was an astronomy buff and always appreciated a good shot of the moon. However, he was confused by the presence of some object, it looked even like a flower, close to the location of the crater Plato. But, of course, no flowers would grow on the moon, nor would they be sticking out of a girl’s butt.
Sara could hear a few shouts and maybe even some applause. She didn’t mind. She liked showing off her new corsage. She thought it was the prettiest pink petals peaking out between the lighter pinkness of her tender, sweet cheeks. She wiggled her bottom in the glass, smiling delightfully at her prettiness, as did a few boys in the darkness below.
She stood back up and gave George a brief kiss on the lips. “You’re so good to me.” She had no thought now of breaking up. “Maybe at the fair I’ll even put on a larger one. You’re going to help me with the booth, aren’t you?” She already knew that he would. They had talked about it before, but she wanted to be reassured. It was important to her. It would be the first time that she would have her own booth, and it would mean so much to have George be there with her, as if they were beginning to establish a new, their own, family tradition.
“I’ll be there,” he promised, giving her a peck on the lips and a squeeze of her bottom.
“Hhmmph,” they heard, from Mrs. Baxter, who was now in fact looking at them.
Sara turned to the librarian, mouthed a “Sorry,” with her lips, while also, behind her, squeezing George’s protruding cock with her fingers. She would have to give him an even better expression of gratitude at the fair. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –