Study anatomy at the library.

You need a little more boring in your life. With the constant stress of pretty predators and sissy sirens, you could use a little monotony. It also won't hurt your GPA to actually spend some time studying for once. You actually find yourself hoping that that the alluring Ms. Askew isn't working tonight. If you are going to actually bone up on your Anatomy it would help if you aren't boned the whole time studying Ms. Askew's anatomy.

The campus feels oddly empty on your way to the library. You hope that means everyone is out partying as usual and not that everyone had the same dorky idea as you. Luckily for you, when you arrive at the library, it is just as empty. There is a sleeping security guard and a bored intern at the desk that seems well on his way. You seem to have the library more or less to yourself and plenty of time to study. Yay?

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After a few hours of earnest study, you feel like you are starting to finally make some progress. Unfortunately the progress you make is your utter inability to memorize virtually anything about the human body or the study thereof. Stretching your aching, atrophied muscles and rubbing your sore, sleepy eyes, you head up to the reference floor and look for a librarian to help you find a book on memorization. As with the first floor, it is almost entirely empty. You let yourself feel a momentary glimmer of hope that you will find the book you need, you'll manage to memorize your Anatomy text book, you'll pass your course, then college and finally find a good job and a wife that doesn't mind that you are just an average, unassuming boi.

Then things go Askew..."Well if it isn't young Master Baxter. What can I 'help' you with today?" Ms. Askew is perched on a ladder, giving you a tempting tease of the tops of her sheer black stockings and peek of her creamy thigh under her short, pinstriped black and white pencil skirt. You also get a peek at her massive manhood ruining the lie of her dress. Her blouse as usual is missing the top two buttons, no doubt popped from the strain of holding in her massive mammaries which are easily an H-cup and barely restrained by her black lace bra. She wears her auburn hair pulled into a tight bun and black rimmed glasses that you assume are for show since as a bimboi, she should have perfect predator vision.

Ignoring the obvious innuendo in her offer of 'help', you ask as innocently as you can manage. "I need to find a book that helps with memorization for my Anatomy class, by which I mean I want to memorize vocabulary not study the actual parts of the body. Can you help me find a book, and only a book that deals with that subject?" You realize when you finished that your efforts to avoid double entendres only made it sound more sordid and you blush and lower your eyes as Ms. Askew slowly descends the ladder to lead you deeper into the stacks.

Her ass sways seductively in her her short, tight skirt. You could see a pimple through the thin fabric, if her ass wasn't utterly perfect pear shape looking firm and juicy as it shifts up and down and side to side and leading to a waist so small you could almost close your hands around it. By the time you remind yourself to stop staring the damage is done. You blush as the Head Librarian spies you staring over her shoulder and smirks. "I certainly hope you aren't asking for these books because you know the sexadecimals are kept in the far corner. You know...the darkly lit one that no one ever goes back to and the cameras can't reach."

Ms. Askew leads you all the way to the far corner, swaying her ass even more obviously now like a perverse pendulum. Your cock strains in your pants and starts to drool over her teasing, but you manage to bite your tongue and focus on your breathing and just barely avoid cumming in your pants. You aren't off the hook yet. Not when Ms. Askew is getting on another ladder to reach a memorization book at the top of the shelf, slowly ascending so that you can see up her skirt to her plump ass in her silk panties as well as ogle her obscenely large bulge in front. You especially wish you could pull your eyes of that particular part, but there is something so about it that is so tantilizingly taboo.

"Here's your book, Master Baxter. Is there anything else I can 'help' you with back here in this dark private corner away from prying eyes?" Ms. Askew hands you a heavy tome that you barely bother glancing at. You are too busy wondering how she remembers your name, and when you ever told it to her. You are too busy worrying why she teases you by calling you 'master' when she seems used to being the one calling the shots. You are too busy trying to painfully pry your eyes away from her creamy cleavage only to lose yourself in her lusty eyes. You hold onto half of the book, and the librarian holds onto the other half and doesn't seem inclined to hand it over without an answer.

You are at a loss for what to say. The obvious, immediate answer that comes to you is 'nope'. You should just take your book and leave. Of course, if you do, you will miss what might be a once in a lifetime opportunity. It's not without it's risks...but oh the promise of such rich rewards has even a cautious soul like you tempted to press your luck.