Beth Tucker

I loved coming to the library.

The prim-and-proper Ms. Waters always sent this excited flutter through me. So conservative. So uptight. It would be so hot to bring her to the dark side of lesbianism. I would love to just bury my face into her pussy and eat her out.

But I was so shy. It was why I let my bangs grow out and drape over my glasses. I hugged my books to my chest. I wanted to find her and ask her advice on which one to read. They were both essays on lesbianism. I wanted to gauge her response, but...

What if it was too...