A librarian

I quickly looked up, startled. There was a girl standing at the end of the row of computers. She was about twenty-five, I would say, and from the name-badge clipped to her shirt, I assumed she worked here at the library. She wasn’t especially pretty—although she wasn’t really unattractive, either—and her figure was nothing special: a little chubby, albeit not fat, yet rather small breasts for such a plump body. She had frizzy brown hair and wore glasses, and her clothes were very modest and kind of frumpy.

Still, from the way she was eying my naked body, now fairly well covered in cum, I could tell she was interested in me, and with my hormones racing at the moment, even a not-so-pretty girl seemed at least somewhat appealing.

“Yeah,” I lied. It was an obvious mistake, since she’d clearly overheard me talking to someone. I quickly closed the research articles I had up, knowing that she would assume I was closing the chat window.

“Looks like you had fun,” the girl commented with a tentative smirk.

I chuckled. “Yeah, I guess so,” I replied.

“Need any help cleaning up?” she offered hopefully.

I quirked an eyebrow at her. “Just to clean up?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “There’s no sex while we’re working,” she informed me. “I don’t think anybody would be mad at me just for helping you clean up, though.”

“Okay, sure,” I said. I had wondered what exactly she had meant by “cleaning up,” from the way she’d been eying the cum on my skin, but if there was no sex allowed, I now figured she meant helping me get paper towels or something.

Belying my assumptions, however, the girl came over to my chair and knelt down, then immediately started to lick the cum off my chest and belly. She wasn’t shy about lifting my softening dick to slurp cum off it, either.

“Wow, nice,” I commented.

“Oh, god,” I heard the professor blurt out, too.

I grinned at the thought of the professor continuing to masturbate which she watched this mousy librarian lick my cum off me.

“Want a blowjob, too?” the girl asked when she had licked most of the cum off me, a few minutes later. “I’m not supposed to, but….”

“No, that’s okay,” I said gratefully. “I appreciate the offer, but I wouldn’t want to get you into trouble. I’m okay anyway. Just finished, after all.”

“Yeah, okay, cool,” she acknowledged, then stood up and walked away, licking her lips clean as she went.

“Oh my god, that was incredible!” the professor whispered.

I almost asked why she was whispering, since the girl certainly couldn’t hear her from inside my head, but I quickly realized how easy that would be to forget when she had two-way communication with me and could see and hear everything at my end.

“Yeah, it was,” I agreed, “but don’t wear yourself out yet,” I cautioned her. “Soon I’m going to go meet ‘you.’ You don’t want to be too sore to keep going once you get to watch me fucking ‘you,’ do you?” I asked teasingly.

“Oh god!” the professor blurted. I wasn’t sure this time, but I thought she might be having another orgasm. Afterwards, I heard her panting, but from the difference in her tone, I thought she might have stopped masturbating at last, and was simply recuperating.

I started picking up my clothes, but I realized that despite the librarian’s efforts, I was still pretty sticky with semen residue, and until I got some money these would be the only clothes I had. I decided that I would take advantage of this society’s rules, and left the library nude, carrying my clothes.

It felt incredibly, wonderfully, terrifyingly freeing to walk around downtown stark naked. I got plenty of admiring or curious looks from the people I passed, a few looks of amusement or derision, and one or two of outright lust. There was one woman in a very low-cut top about the professor’s age who actually veered towards me a little as we were passing, and gave me a little wave and a smile, looking very blatantly and very pointedly at my swinging dick. I was sure that if I hadn’t kept on walking with just a friendly nod, she would have been more than happy to stop and chat, and maybe even have sex right then and there, given this society’s attitudes about that sort of thing.

I passed one particularly interesting coffee shop near the edge of the downtown area, on my way towards the professor’s double’s house. It seemed to cater to a nudist crowd, because with just two exceptions, every person inside was naked, including the staff. There were also no less than three couples having sex in their seats. I surmised that those who practiced nudism regularly were the most liable to go in for public sex as well, and that establishments which catered to them would also be the most permissive about it as well.

“Wow,” the professor commented as I passed.

“Want me to go in?” I asked softly, so passers-by wouldn’t think I was talking to myself. “Watch them for a while? Maybe see if I can pick someone up?”

“Um … uh…” the professor stammered. “Well, it is starting to get late,” she said. “Maybe you’d better not.”

“You just can’t wait to see me fucking ‘you,'” I murmured tauntingly, making her gasp a little. “You know what?” I remarked after a minute or so. “I need to get a Bluetooth earpiece. I can wear it all the time, so when we talk it’ll just look like I’m on the phone.”

“Good idea,” the professor agreed.

A few minutes later I found the address that had been listed in the professor’s doppelganger’s ad. I rang the doorbell and waited. A moment later I heard a voice identical to hers calling from inside: “Just a minute! I’m coming!”

“She will be soon,” I murmured to the professor.

“Stop!” she giggled back quietly, again forgetting that there was no way anyone but I would hear her.

After a minute or so, the door opened and I grinned.