by Anika Sade
Shortly after my eighteenth birthday, I began to see Kayleigh in a different light. I had never fully noticed the extent of her curves before then, the way that she walked became more enticing. Most of all though, I noticed her voluptuous ass. Kayleigh had a tendency to walk around with her thong sticking above her pants, and I had always suspected that she was keenly aware of my shift of focus when I visited her at the library. I never thought it was a fantasy that might actually come true. She was so much older than me, in her late 20's, after all. She could have anybody she wanted, I'm sure. Whatever could she see in somebody like me?
And it wasn't like every time I visited the library it was just to ogle at her ass either. I loved the library, and always had ever since I was a kid. I loved the freedom of walking down those corridors of books and knowing that any or all of them could be mine. When I was younger I thought that Ms. Kayleigh had the coolest job in the world. Who wouldn't want to live surrounded by books, helping people out and answering their questions all day? As the years went on my interest in living in a library lessened, but I never quite grew out of my love for the place.
It was Saturday, and I had just walked in after grabbing myself a coffee. I didn't have much in the way of plans; my day was wide open and I thought there could be no better way to spend it than stumbling onto a literary adventure in the library. I walked in only to see Kayleigh--or at least part of her.
Her ass was sticking out of one of the many rows of books. No doubt that she was dutifully stacking books, but all that I could see as I approached her was her scrumptious ass, covered in a pair of everyday black leggings. There was one noticeable difference in her attire today. At first I tried not to look, but the second I noticed it there was no unseeing it. Her thong was clearly sticking out above her pants line, a white frilly piece of lace lodged between her cheeks. I usually felt a little guilty over having the hots for Kayleigh. After all, she had been my friend for years growing up, and had given me so much knowledge and experience throughout my life. On this day in particular however, I was beyond help. I don't know if it had something to do with the coffee, with how I woke up that morning, or seeing her peeking thong above her pants, but today was the day that I was going to make my move.
Looking back on it, I can honestly say that my mind was empty. I approached the back of her, conscious of the fact that my sneaker is produced no sound against the carpeted floor of the library. in other words, she had no idea that I was coming behind her. now that I was closer I could see her face, even though I was certain that she did not notice me in the slightest. She had this way of sticking her tongue out when she was focus on the task that I had always found completely adorable. It was the fact that she maintained her furrowed and focused demeanor that I knew that she was completely unsuspecting to me approaching. I was now standing directly behind her, my view of her ass completely unobscured.
Usually, bold and daring or not adjectives that one would pick to describe me, so I could not tell you where I found the gall to gingerly reach my hand down without her noticing, and grab her the waistband of her frilly white thong. I stayed frozen there for a moment. For a second I considered rescinding my hand and getting away scot-free. But just as soon as the moment of hesitancy arrived, it was gone. I begin tugging her thong upward, not hard at first. immediately, Kayleigh stopped her what she was doing And turned her head around to see the source of the wedgie. needless to say, she to find me on the giving end.
Needless to say, her initial response was one of shock. I suddenly realized the predicament that I found myself in. Seemingly in slow motion, our eyes met each other, her hands spreading to cup her buttcheeks as she tried to stifle a small yelp.