Portia the Librarian

Jackson picked up the phone.

“Hello?” he said.

“Hello, Jackson?” said the contralto voice on the other end. “This is Portia Walton, your mom’s friend.”

“Oh, Hi Ms. Walton,” he said, “How are you?”

“Well, my nipples are just driving me crazy!” she said enthusiastically. “I’m not sure if they perked up because I was thinking about you or if I started thinking about you because my nipples are so perky! I always suspected you liked my rack. You do, don’t you?”

“Well, um, yeah!” Jackson confessed.

“I KNEW it! God, I really need to flash you sometime. You’ll really like my nipples. They're this lovely deep brown with areolas as big around as tea cups and nipples as thick as my thumbs! Right now those nipples are just drilling through my bra, they're so stiff! I’d reeeally like you to suck them Jackson! Do you think you could come down to the library and mack on my rack in the stacks?”

“Um, I’d really like to Miss Walton,” Jackson said. “But my Mom is a little…indisposed.”

Which was as good a way as any to describe what Irene was doing to the cucumber she had taken out of the fridge.

“And Andi Jergens is on her way over to…show me some stretches.” he confessed.

“Well! That sounds like it just needs me and my titties to make it a party! I’ll tell my supervisor I need to get off early!” she said, then giggled wickedly.

Jackson bit his lip. He didn’t want to get her fired.