The Panty Chronicles – #1 Adrian, Part Two

by LesWrite

Adrian had a hard time concentrating the second day of school. She did not remember ever being this excited even opening her Christmas presents.

Her heart started beating wildly when she walked into the library after school.

There was Miss Kane standing up behind the desk.

“Hi!” Adrian said ducking her head.

“Hi yourself!” said Miss Kane. You did not tell me your name yesterday. I need to know who you are if I am going to help you with your assignments.”

“My…name…Ah…it’s Adrian Ah…Adrian Archer!!!” she stuttered.

“My name is Jane Kane, but I want you to call me Jane or I will not help you,” Jane said with a little smile on her sensual mouth.

Adrian was able to get the chair that was the closest to the magazine rack. She looked at Jane’s clothes. She had on a transparent blouse and a dark green lace bra. Her skirt was a dark green and red plaid like the girls in Catholic School wear. It was a wrap around that came together at the front.

It was only a few minutes before she had to reach under the counter and she crouched down and the flap of the skirt parted. Jane had on a pair of black hose with a red garter belt and red silk panties. Her legs were together and Adrian was a little disappointed but it still took her breath away.

It was almost time for the Library to close and my mother had not come by to pick me up. Just at closing Jane once again bent down but this time she put one leg on the floor and parted her legs…I could see that sexy red silk covering her prominent pubic mound and hiding the pussy lips under it. Suddenly my whole body flushed and I felt the rush of sexual excitement. My nipples puckered and hardened and I felt a tingle in my privates. The only other time I felt like that was when Peggy Pringle kissed me and ran her tongue along my lips last summer. Peggy and her Mom moved away a month after that.

It seemed like forever that I was looking at Jane’s panty-covered crotch, but I guess it was only for a few seconds. When she stood up she was looking in my face. She smiled.

I left the library and stood on the corner. Jane came out a few minutes later and saw me.

“Your mother has not come to pick you up yet,” she asked.

“No,” I shrugged. She came over and stood with me until my mother drove up flustered.

Jane introduced herself and said that she lived in an apartment that was only a few blocks away and would be willing to look after me if she was held up at work. My mother thanked her but said it would not be necessary. My heart sank at her words…I was having visions of Jane and myself having all kinds of fun. Although I was not clear on what that fun would be, it sure was exciting in my own mind.

My father is a traveling sales rep, and he is only home every other weekend. So I live in what is very much like a single-parent home. I have always been sort of quiet and my mother has not had to worry about me so she gives me a lot of freedom of movement. I have a bicycle but my school is 5 miles away and lots of roads with heavy traffic. I did not know where Jane lives (except that it was close to my school) and I did not know what excuse I would use for traveling so far to see her. So for the present time she was a daydream that I didn’t understand.

I did my homework, and I ate my nuked microwave supper. My mom is no cook.

After watching some T.V. I undressed and crawled into bed. I could not get Jane and those panties and her fantastic body out of my mind. I kept going over what I had seen over the last two days, and I realized that she had put on that show just for me. I was special to Jane. She likes me, more than any of the other girls and boys that use the library.

Remembering how Jane had looked behind the counter made my nipples pucker again and I started to caress my nipples, running a finger over the hard pink eraser type tip. I had not masturbated much up to this time, but the urge was strong and with my fingertips caressing the most sensitive part of my breast, my right hand slipped down to my pussy. Parting my slit with two fingers, I slipped my middle finger into the warm inner folds of my sex coating it with my girl honey, then moving up to my clit coating it with the thick mixture. I did this several times until the outer lips of my bald pussy were well lubricated, and a very thick layer covered my clit.

I was now very excited. I had images of undressing Jane and caressing and kissing her flesh, of kissing her on the mouth with open lips and probing tongues. I now had both hands on my leaking pussy. Two fingers on my right hand were probing into my sheath while the middle finger on my left was sliding along my slick clit in a quick jerky motion.

Suddenly I started to jerk and my hips left the bed. I think I even let out a small scream. I had never had this happen before. I lay exhausted on my bed. My mother knocked on the door.

“Are you alright Addie!” mom said from the other side of the door.

“Yea, Mom! I stubbed my toe on the T.V. stand.” I lied.

The next day I entered the library after school was out, and Jane was not there. I was in a panic, the substitute librarian told me that Jane as an intern had to work downtown every Thursday in the Audio/Visual section of the library. It was part of her training.

On Friday Jane was at work behind the desk but she was in a blazer and pants.

I scowled and I buried my face in my homework assignment. I didn’t see her come up behind me. The library was closing and I had not noticed that it was empty. Suddenly I felt those soft conical breasts boring into my back, and both of those delightful small hands in my hair scratching my scalp and mussing my hair.

She came around in front of me setting in the chair across from me.

“What are you being a sour puss about?” she said.

“Why are you wearing pants?” I blurted out.

She raised an eyebrow, “I wear suits on Friday because it is board meeting day, and some of them do not approve of the shorter styles!”

I stood up in front of her. She did a model turn for me and arched an eyebrow. “Do I look like an old maid in this pant suit?”

Before I could stop myself I said, “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met.”

She smiled, walked up to me and putting her arms around me gave me the most delicate softest kiss I had ever received. Her lips were warm and velvety.

“And you are the most delightful and beautiful 9 year old I have ever met,” she said while looking into my eyes with a dreamy expression.

My mother was an hour late again. This time she asked for Jane’s cell phone number and said that she might have to use her help after all. The work load was larger than she had expected on this new job of hers.

On the inside I was very happy, but I tried to hide my joy from my mother…but I did give Jane a wink before getting in on the passenger side of the car. She gave me one of those little secret smiles.