Ask About Aya

You couldn't stop thinking about Aya last night, her big eyes, her adorable smile, and you know you need to see her again. The librarian smiles when you ask, and leads you to the back room again. She gives you another small pouch of gold, though you both know that's not why you're really here. Aya looks up as you come inside, and smiles at you, more broadly than before. The librarian pats you on the back, and leaves, closing the door behind her.

You and Aya quickly fall back into your rhythm of working and gently flirting, and you decide to raise the bar a bit, gently patting her thigh. She tenses, then suddenly turns away from you.

"Aya, are you ok?" you ask, suddenly concerned you did something wrong.

"No, it's fine, I just...I just need a minute. Just give me a second." Her voice sounds strained, and she's turned her body away from you.

"Is everything ok, is there anything I can do to help?" You ask, laying your hand on her shoulder. She gasps and jumps at your touch, springing up from her chair. As she stands, you see that's not the only thing rising, as her dress sports a rather prodigious tent. She tries to cover it with her hands, turning her face away with shame, but you catch her arm.

"Aya, there's nothing to be ashamed of, it's totally natural. If anything, I'm flattered." You say.

"Really, you aren't, you aren't mad?"

"No, why would I be mad? Aya, you're beautiful." You put your hand back on her shoulder, rubbing it gently.

She looks down, blushing, but you catch her chin in your hand. Stepping in, you kiss her. She freezes again briefly, then kisses you back fiercely, throwing her arms around you and holding you tight. You feel her erection pressing against you, and just from the touch realize it's quite large. You reach down a hand and grasp it firmly, and Aya gasps, and stares into your eyes.

"Do you want me to help you take care of this Aya?" You ask.

She nods, slowly at first, then faster and faster, almost comically eager. She begins to disrobe, and you join her.