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 Sailor Moon and all related characters are copyright of Bandai, and
anyone else who owns her (really).  This is a work of fanfiction and is
copyright of Andrea Hui.  You may not copy, distribute, etc, without my 
explicit permission.

WARNING!!!! This is a full-blown lemon.  Reading this may cause some
discomfort in certain parts of your body.  J/K.  Well, I had fun
writing this, and I hope you have fun reading it.  E-mail me with your
wonderful praise/comments/suggestions/flames at :
aerdnahu@ctdnet.acns.nwu.edu

This story is dedicated to all aspiring gynecologists and urologists.

Thanks to vbaa85a@prodigy.com for letting me put this into their 
archive.

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                    Lessons
                  by Andrea Hui

     Amy Mizuno stared across the street at the huge library
sprawling in front of her while she bit into her Big Whopper.
This library was the Chicago Public Library, the new one, with
over ten floors full of mind-boggling information and fascin-
ation.  Just the place to keep up her studies and be alone at
night, safe and sound.

     She was accepted to UIC, or the University of Illinois in
Chicago, one of the most prestigious medical schools in the world.  
She was eighteen now, and her soaring grades in high school had 
gotten her accepted to many schools around the world, but she had
decided on the  "Windy City," for it was her dream to see the sights 
of Chicago.  

     Even when she was fourteen, her ambition was to become a
doctor, and she was even accepted to a school in Germany.  But
her career being a Sailor Scout prevented her from going, and
she had a commitment to protect the Moon Princess, her close
friend, Serena. The last couple years were hard for her because
she always wanted to just concentrate on being a doctor, not being
a Sailor Scout.  Sometimes she wished that she could just throw
her damned Sailor Suit away and all that went with it to lead
a normal life, and the closest to becoming important was to be a 
world-famous doctor.

     Amy had the chance last year, and she seized it with all
her being.  The application to UIC was the most important thing
to her, and she passed all its tests with flying colors.  She
would miss all her friends, but she wouldn't miss being a 
Sailor Scout that much in her heart.  She couldn't let her
friends know how she felt about being a superheroine.

     Suddenly, Amy felt a little lonely.  Never in her entire life 
had she ever kissed a boy, or even went out with one.  Yes, she 
got looks and passes at her Tokyo high school, but when a boy 
approached her, she would just make an excuse that she had to
study, even for the senior prom.  She knew that she was straight,
though.  Sometimes she would get unusual feelings when she looked
at men's bodies on the beach, and when she studied the male body.
Her studies were aimed at being a urologist, or a doctor that 
studies a man's reproductive system.  That was the only way that
she could ever get close to a man without actually *getting close.*

     She suddenly remembered Greg.  She hadn't seen him in, what,
four years now?  She wondered then what he was doing now, how he
looked, was he handsome?  She blushed as feelings raced through 
her.  Greg was the only boy she had a little bit of feeling for,
but it never went far from the time she saved his butt from 
Zoicite.  He was something special; he could foretell the future,
or divination.  She quickly erased all the thoughts she had of
him and finished her burger.

     It was fall in Chicago, and the night air was cool and
crisp as Amy walked across the busy street to the library.  It
was getting so late that Burger King was closing just as she 
left.  She was their constant late-night customer, and she made
good friends with the night shift workers.  Almost every night,
she would stay up until morning cramming at the library.  She
was the "special student" and had privileges to have access 
to the library when the librarians went home at night.  So far,
she was the only one.  Often, she would spend the night sitting
in the greenhouse on the uppermost floor of the library and
study her anatomy books, munching on leftovers from Burger King.
After she was satisfied with her studies, she would lay down
on the cold marble floor and stare through the clear glass on
the ceiling and search for Mercury, her planet.

     She anticipated her time at the wondrous Library every
day.  It was her solace; her peace of mind.  She loved the
spooky quietness of it when she was alone, finally. 

     She opened the large oak doors and stepped quietly in the
library, but her heels still made loud clicking noises.  She
liked wearing heels now, even though she was a bit of a modest
girl a long time ago.  Raye had convinced her that she would
feel a lot more womanly if she wore sexy things, and she
was absolutely right.  But that was as far as Amy would go.  No
sexy lingerie, makeup, or even putting her short hair up.

     Amy met the head librarian, Mrs. Border, as she was stepping 
out, and she jangled the keys in front of Amy's face.  "The Chicago
Public Library is all yours," she liked to say formally as she
handed the keys to Amy with great confidence.  But today,
she was a little more tense.
     
     "What is it?" Amy asked.

     "There's another man here, but he's just as smart as you...
I guess I trust him, but you can never trust a man, right?" she
answered carefully.

     Just as smart as you...Amy remembered what Serena had said
to her when Greg arrived to Crossroads Junior High.  Those
words were exactly the same.

     "Oh, don't worry, I'm sure he's just fine," Amy said 
cheerfully.

     "Take care, Amy.  See ya tomorrow night," and with that,
the head librarian was off.

     Amy clutched the ringful of keys in her right hand as she
made her way to the elevators.  She stopped in her tracks, and
decided to take the spiraling stairs instead.  "I need the
exercise, after downing all those Whoppers," she thought with
a laugh at this familiar characteristic of Serena.

     Her sound of her heels bounced off the walls as she walked 
briskly up the marble stairs.  She looked with wonder at how big 
and beautiful this library was, full of artwork, entertainment,
and mystery.  Even after all this time, she hadn't seen all
of it.  Second floor, third floor...she made it all the way
to the twelfth floor, where the greenhouse was.
     
     Now this was the time to be alone.  She closed the door
softly behind her, and looked up to the universe. "Hello out
there!  I'm back, ready for action," she cried, happy that
she could act crazy in secluded privacy.

     Amy pulled her backpack away from her back and opened it
up, pulling out a thin blanket and her textbooks, settling
herself in the middle of the vast room.  The floor was made
of green tile,  and there were four pots of trees in a square
pattern surrounding her.  Moonlight poured in through the
glass as Amy felt like she was in a state of bliss.  She
hugged her precious textbooks to her quite large, blossomed
bosom, utterly surprised that she hadn't noticed the growth
of her body.  She wasn't a competitive about her body in high
school like other girls, and she didn't care about how good or
how pretty she looked.  All she cared about was how smart she had
to be and how good she did on her tests.

     She felt invaded as she studied herself up and down.  Amy
stared at wonder of how lusciously curved her hips were, and how
long her legs were, reaching for the heavens.  Her eyes wandered
to her breasts, and felt the nagging of a way-too-tight bra, 
nearly incapacitating her breathing.  She decided to free herself,
and pulled her sweater over her head, not embarrassed at all 
about the lack of modesty.  She was alone, right?  

     Amy let her sweater fall to the floor and stared at her
cleavage.  This brought a blush to her pretty cheeks as she wiped
her mind of all perverted thoughts.  Her hands went around to
her back and unclasped the simple white bra.  When this fell
to the floor, she could see red marks where the elastic had
hurt her delicate skin.  She winced as she daintily touched these
marks, and made a vow to buy herself a whole cup bigger, maybe
an underwire this time.  She stuffed these articles in her
backpack and decided to become one with nature tonight.

     She took out her night light and attached it to the top
of one of her anatomy books.  She flipped it to the page where
she was supposed to study, but she accidently flipped to a page 
with a full-color illustration of the male sex organs.  She had
seen so many before, so how come she felt so mortified now?  But
her fingers didn't respond to her brain as her eyes remained
glued to the intricately detailed page. Her face came so close
to the page, she could swear that the penis was real.  She
lay on her stomach, and she could feel strange feelings pass
through her body as she was staring at this, making her feel
light and pleasant.  Totally alien to her, but she enjoyed them.

     Her hand went to her breast unconsciously and caressed the
tip of her wine-colored nipple.  The blanket shifted under her
as her hand cupped her entire breast.  Her nipple became as
hard as steel, and then Amy cringed back her hand.  "How could 
I?  I never masturbated before, and I don't want to start now,"
she scolded herself out loud.

     But...her hand went back to her breast anyways.  "Like
chips...once you pop, you can't stop," she said out loud.
"GOD!" she cried.  "Why does this feel so good?  I want to stop,
but I can't...!" Dirty slangs, a characteristic foreign to Amy,
poured out of her mouth as she rubbed her index finger lightly
across her aching nipple.  "STOP!" she screamed at herself.

     Like an animal, she had to pin down her hand.  Amy shook
her head and took her sweater back out, pulling it back over her
head.  She supported herself up on her elbows and flipped the
pages to her assignment page.  She heard some scuffling near the
hallway, but couldn't make out the sound.  "W-who's there?" she
asked forebodingly.

     Amy lifted her body off the blanket and removed her heels.
Quietly, she tiptoed to the hallway by the window looking out
over Chicago.  There, she found a man trying to escape out the 
door.  Immediately, she changed into Mercury...

     "MERCURY POWER!!!" Amy cried, feeling the old sensations
rip through her body, giving her new life, new power.  

     "HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" she screamed at the imposter.

     He stopped trying to open the door.  Slowly, ever so slowly,
he turned around.  Amy gasped when she recognized him.  "Greg?"
she asked him.

     "I couldn't help but overhear," he said, then cringed as he 
realized what he just said.

     "You!  What the hell do you think you were doing?" Amy 
yelled at him, feeling so...dirty.  She felt like she was raped
emotionally.

     "Sorry, Amy.  I have been searching the whole world for
you, and now I've found you.  And when I get the chance to talk
to you, I make a fucking asshole out of myself."  He looked away
as Amy touched his shoulder.

     "You didn't make a...fucking...asshole...out of yourself,"
Amy said, unfamiliar with the profanity.  "Well, I guess you did,
but you're lucky I'm such a forgiving person."  Quietly, she
reverted back to her jeans and sweatshirt form, her Sailor Suit
disappearing somewhere.

     "Well, Greg.  Tell me what's up with your life," Amy said.

     Greg was still very red from the confrontation, but he
managed to pull himself together.  "I was also accepted to UIC
for my ambitions as a gynecologist."

     "Really?  I'm studying to be a urologist," Amy said, then
realized what kind of doctors they would be.  Studying the 
opposite sex's sex.

     Greg stepped forward a little more, revealing himself in
the moonlight.  His eyebrows were his most stunning feature,
really thick and bushy, but not messy. He had wonderfully dense,
brown hair, nice to run fingers through. His usually round, baby
face boned out, giving him high cheekbones and a strong jaw.
He was extremely tall, at about 6'2", and his muscles showed 
through his thin t-shirt and tight jeans.

     Amy gulped as she looked him up and down.  She was ashamed 
that such cruddy thoughts were raging through her brain.  Greg
in turn looked Amy over.  He already saw her beautiful pair of
breasts when she was pleasuring herself, but that was from afar.
Even through her sweater, he could see her nipples hardening
considerably.  Her face was flushed, complementing her dark,
bluish hair and deep blue eyes.  Her body was perfection, and 
Greg knew that Amy was unaware of that.

     "You're...very, uhm. Pretty," he stammered.

     "I could say the same about you," Amy started, then, "Oops...
I mean, you're kinda...uh...ick. I'm so nervous I can't talk. 
What I meant to say was..."

     But before she could say anything more, Greg leaned toward
her and gave Amy the first kiss of her life.  Amy's nervous 
system sent electrical charges through her body, sending messages
to every point.  She responded back, pressing her lips on his
bruisingly. They parted and Amy gasped.  "Why did you kiss me?"
she asked, but she was afraid she already knew the answer.

     "Amy, I've been meaning to tell you this since the first day
I've met you.  I...love you."  He held her hands in his and gave
her another gentler kiss, licking her lips, which tasted like
a Big Whopper.  He gave a hearty laugh.

     "What?" Amy asked, sort of irritated.

     "You're a Big Whopper!" Greg tickled Amy's stomach, making 
her giggle like a childish girl.  She shrieked and tickled him back.
They rolled on the floor, still tickling each other playfully.
Suddenly, his hands tickled her breast, and she pulled away, feeling
shocked from the startling feelings rushing to her nipples.
"Huhhh..." she moaned.  She couldn't believe that she was reacting
so to a man's touch.

     Greg kissed her again and again, placing tiny butterfly soft
kisses along her neck, chin, ears, and forehead.  Amy squirmed
on the cold marble floor and motioned her lifeless hand toward
the blanket.  "Cold.." she mumbled through her moans.

     They crawled along the floor to Amy's blanket, each step of
the way including a deep kiss.  When they were located on her
blanket, his tongue penetrated her teeth, ever so gently running
over her tongue.  Amy groaned even more, and let her tongue play
with his.  His mouth smelled like winter fresh, cold but minty.  She
knew what this kissing was called. Frenching.

     "Frenching," Amy said through the kiss.

     "Huh?" Greg asked.

     "I said, Frenching.  What we're doing is French Kissing." Amy
said plainly.

     "Well, do you have to analyze everything?" Greg asked her,
and kissed her neck, biting her jugular.

     "Uh...Yessss....If I'm going to be a doctor," she said.

     "Fine then.  If you analyze, I'm gonna analyze." Greg replied.

     Greg kissed her deeply, even more so than before.  His hot
tongue reached the little ball at the back of her throat, circling
it inside her mouth.  He pulled out and said, "Uvula."

     Amy started to get bold.  She reached down in between them, 
grabbing his slightly hard cock through his jeans.  

     "Penis." she said huskily.  She had no idea what she was trying
to do, but she enjoyed it a little too much for her tastes.

     He groaned and pushed his body closer to Amy's.  They knocked
over her textbook, but the light still formed a silhouette of their
lusting bodies on the wall.  Greg's hands wandered up Amy's 
sweater and cupped her breasts in his rough hands.  "Breast," he
said.

     His thumbs circled around the nipple.  He wanted to see her
entirely, so he pushed his arms up, and Amy's sweater with it,
throwing the sweater somewhere far, far away.  Her breasts must have 
been a C- or D- cup, because they filled his large hands quite nicely.  
His thumbs circled the tops of Amy's nipples, making her moan. 
"Nipples," he whispered in her ear.  Greg lowered his head to her 
breasts.  First, his tongue brushed the bottom, lining the mega-
sensitive red marks.  Amy shivered and gripped his head closer to 
her aching body.  His tongue formed a wet trail upward in a curve, 
circling her entire breast.  When this circling motion reached the 
dark areas surrounding the nipple, he said, "Areolas."

     His tongue lingered there for a while longer, and Amy 
fought back the urge to scream.  The emotions flooding her mind
were absolutely astounding.  It was as if she'd already came a
thousand times.  Now Greg had reached her pebble-like nipples.
One breast, he used his tongue to lightly flick the tip.  The
other breast, his middle finger's nail scratched the surface
of the little rock.  He took the entire top of her breast in his
flaming mouth, using his teeth and tongue at the same time.
His teeth gripped her nipple while his tongue slid over the top.

     Amy felt like she peed in her pants.  Her underwear was
soaked beyond belief, making a damp spot on the blanket.  She
felt like she was on fire as Greg fondled her breast.  Her
slim legs wrapped around his abdomen, and he scooted downward,
downward, until he was face to face with the fly on her jeans.
His one hand lingered on the small of her back, and his other
hand quickly unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans.  Greg used the
hand on her back to drag the jeans off, his fingers touching
the crack in her ass.

     Amy shoved his hands away, and pulled her jeans off by
herself, wanting, needing for her bare legs to touch Greg.
She tossed them near her backpack, and then Greg lay on top
of her heavily.  He used his thigh to spread Amy's legs apart
like she was doing the splits.  He crawled back down, and
his hot breath made her pussy even wetter.  Slowly, he
pulled her drenched underwear off, his hand rubbing against
her thighs the whole way down.  "Uhhhh..." Amy moaned.

     Why was she suddenly wanting to have Greg making love to
her?  She promised herself that she would wait until the day
she had a job and a house before she even started dating.  But
here she is, on the floor of the Chicago Public Library, being
seduced by a boy she hardly ever met, and hadn't seen in four
years!  And what if he had SIDs? AIDS?  What if she got pregnant?
That would be the end of her dream to be a doctor!!!

     "Greg, stop," she said, pushing his body away from hers.

     "Amy...?  Don't you want this too?"  Greg asked, looking
sheepish.

     "I...I really don't know, Greg.  I didn't expect that I
would be with a man tonight, making love!" she cried sarcastically.
"I came here to study, not to..."

     "Well, so did I, Amy.  I guess we'll drive each other crazy
if we stay in the same room..." Greg said thoughtfully. "You know
what?  I'll leave you alone now," he said, sounding disappointed.

     Amy kept her mouth shut as Greg picked himself up and walked
out the door to the stairway.  She heard him walk down the stairs,
farther and farther away from her.

     Then Amy cried.  "Why did I push him away?" she asked herself
regretfully. "He loves me...I think I love him too."  

     The feelings that Amy kept bottled up all those years poured
itself like a waterfall into her emotions and thoughts.  "I do love
Greg," she said out loud. "And I'd give anything...to see him again."
She left her stuff on the floor of the greenhouse and descended 
down the spiraling stairs.  She was completely naked now, and her
body was still hot for Greg.

     "I feel so funny," Amy thought. "I suddenly want to have
mad, passionate sex!  What is wrong with me?  I thought that I was
the most modest woman in the universe!  I am practically a nun!"

     Amy's promise to herself about waiting until she had a 
stable lifestyle broke as she started looking around.  She knew
she was doing something unthinkable, even worse than anything
she'd ever imagine herself, worse than flunking a test! (Which
never happened).

     She shook her head and started searching for Greg.  She knew
exactly where he was.  The medical section...

     The hallways were dark and made no noise as she stepped 
closer and closer to Greg's hunched over body.  He was studying
the female sex intently in a small cubicle.  She could clearly
see his penis through his jeans, still erect from the meeting with 
her.  He groaned as he flipped the pages of his book.  His hard-on 
was causing him an immense amount of discomfort as he was trying to 
concentrate on his studies. "I really need a ice-cold shower," he said
out loud.

     Amy audibly laughed, and tried to muffle it, but Greg still
heard it.  He spun around and spotted the still-naked Amy.  He
looked extremely embarrassed and tried to cover his hard member.
"Amy!  What are you doing here?" he asked, still stunned.

     She didn't say a word, but shoved Greg back in his chair 
with one hand, straddling him and wetting his jeans with her
musky juices.  Her mouth clamped forcefully over his, and probed
his mouth with her tongue, even reaching his tonsils.  Greg
withdrew and asked breathlessly, "So, Amy.  What do you want?"

     She felt more in control now than she ever did in her 
entire lifetime.  "I want you," she whispered.  For once, Amy
Mizuno didn't care about the consequences.  She wanted to spend
the night with Greg, making love, and finally releasing all of
the sexual tension that has been building up in her mind ever
since the day she met him.  It hit her that she was missing many
things over the years, and she wanted to make it up tonight.

     Amy's hands circled on each pec, and she pinched his 
also-hard nipples in her fingers through his really thin shirt.  
Her hands went in through the armholes of Greg's T-shirt, and 
she looked like a chicken,  scratching little patterns on his
biceps.  Her slim arms lifted up, and taking his shirt with it.
She stared at his very muscular chest and his flat stomach, which
had ripples of muscle.  She was surprised that such a nerd like
him could look so delicious.

     Her humid mouth clamped itself over his nipple, pulling
and biting it.  Greg gave a little cry from pain.  "Hey, Amy,
not so hard, ok?" he said.

     This made Amy tug even harder, and he yelped.  But this
animal act made him jerk off so quickly, he never knew what hit
him.  His dick was making a huge bulge in his painfully
tight jeans, and he groaned loudly. Amy flattened her tongue
out and licked his chest, making long wet trails along the
edge of his pecs.  Her fast hands went to his fly and unbuttoned
and unzipped it very swiftly.

     Amy's tongue left his chest and her head pointed downward.
She smiled as she pulled his pants down slowly, using her middle
finger to stroke the swelling like a feather.  Her long legs
slid lovingly down his own legs as she pulled down his pants.
Greg arched his back so that Amy could pull them all the way off.

     She was gazing at his colossal boner through his underpants
and gasped at how large it looked to her.  All she was thinking was, 
"How can it fit inside my vagina?  I'm afraid that I will bleed when 
he penetrates! I haven't even used tampons before!!"

     Amy once again backed off a little, sliding all the way 
off his legs and crossed her own legs to hide her blue pubic hair.

     Greg looked ultimately disappointed, and so did his penis.
He groaned and pushed himself back in his chair, crossing his
arms.  "You are driving me crazy, Amy!!!  I am at the brink of
a mental breakdown!"

     Amy turned around, facing the rows of books.  Tears rolled
down her cheeks and she said, "Greg, I'm sorry.  I feel so afraid,
and I think I might disappoint you.  I'm a...virgin," she added,
crying harder.

     Greg crept up to her and wrapped his arms around Amy's
shoulders, rocking her back and forth gently.  He kissed her 
baby soft hair and said to her, "I'm not mad Amy.  I'll under-
stand if you're afraid.  Heck, I was afraid just to talk to
you!"

     She sniffled and wiped her nose. "You were?"

     "Yeah," he said, kissing her neck with sweet little pecks.

     Amy's neck twisted around and she met Greg's mouth with
her own, responding passionately.  Her fingers ran through his
brown hair and she turned around, pressing her fit body against
his own.  

     She let go and said to him, "I won't stop now.  I am not
afraid any more."

     Greg smiled and mashed their bodies together.  His hand
caressed Amy's thigh, gliding along the perfection, and 
occasionally his finger would brush against her soft flowery petals.
He pulled her back down with him as they descended into his chair.

     Amy's fingers wandered down to his underpants, fondling 
with his manhood through the extremely thin fabric.  Her index
finger sneaked through the hole in the underpants, and it
caressed a part of his balls, making him squirm.  With this
index finger, she pulled down his underpants, and revealed
his penis.

     She was still caught off guard by the sight of his dick.
At UIC, she'd examined lots and lots of male sexual organs, but
nothing prepared her for looking at *his*. Greg's.  Her love's. 
This was totally different, and she liked it a lot.  Her eyes
wandered and looked at the whole thing while she held it in
her palm and scrutinized his masterpiece.

      It was marked by a roadmap of veins, the largest of which
was on the underside and to the right, originating from the body
and running upward. Breaking off from it were all the other
smaller veins, sort of like tributaries that wandered all over to 
the penis. All the larger veins were on the underside, which also 
had a higher concentration of veins.  And some tributaries had
tributaries.  There was a definite ridge that ran the center of
the underside and up to the testicles.

     "You have a nice penis," she said, laughing.  She even
tried pushing it down, but giggled when the only way it would
go was up.  She saw a milky white drop forming at the tip, and
she noticed how fast it was running down already, followed by
even more drops.  "Pre-ejaculate," she said with confidence.

     "Back to analyzing?" Greg asked.

     Amy nodded as she poked the tip of her tongue to this. It
tasted like nothing she's ever tasted before, like a blade of
grass when she squeezed out its milky juices, but more strong.
Her tongue licked around the bottom of the head, slowly making
its way around the underside of the spongy head.  "Glans," she 
said, motioning to the tip of his penis with her tongue.  She 
licked under it more, sometimes sucking the head in and using
her teeth to tickle it. "Fellatio," she said.

     Greg sighed and looked down at Amy.  She was kneeling on
the floor, and her mouth was at his penis.  This was what he'd
always imagined her doing...

     Suddenly, the whole length went in her mouth, and Greg 
shook in surprise.  He didn't expect Amy to be that brave.  He
stroked her hair as she used her hands and mouth to deep-throat
him, practically making his dick touch the back of her throat.
She had her hands on his balls, massaging them back and forth in
her graceful fingers.  She sucked harder, and Greg practically
had sex with her mouth.  He pushed himself with the rhythm of her
sucking, lifting his butt from the chair every so often.

     Greg drifted off in the feelings of desire waving through
his body.  He could see stars and lights popping in front of his
eyes as Amy did her wonder-work.  He came explosively, but Amy
pulled out just in time.  His thick cum spilled all over her chest,
splattering on her breasts and coating them quite completely.
Some of his cum dripped onto the carpeting and left its permanent
mark.

     "Ejac..u..lation," he breathed out, gripping Amy's shoulders.

     Amy liked the glittering of her wet bosom, and crawled up
to press herself against Greg, rubbing her body against his and
shared the excrement on his own chest.  Greg's hands wandered
to her buttocks, gently kneading them in his hands.  His hands
wrapped seductively around them, his fingers dipping into her
wet paradise, stroking the petals.

     Greg lifted Amy up on the table of his cubicle and used
his hands to spread her smooth inner thighs apart.  She sat on
his medical books, and he could see her sex juices running a 
little on the pages, soaking them.  He bent his desklight right
next to Amy's external sexual organs, giving them a pink glow.
Amy's head rested against the little bookshelf in the cubicle,
and she raised her legs so they went over the edge to the next
cubicle in a v-shape, giving Greg the best view he's ever seen 
of a woman's private parts.

     "Time for a checkup," Greg said ominously.

     He turned his chair around and sat up straight, like he
was practicing when he was taking his classes.  He could feel
his member stirring already when he came face-to-face with
Amy.  His fingers traced along the plump flesh that resided 
near her slit.  He pressed it and ran his fingertips through
her glossy blue curls that surrounded the flesh.  "Labia
majora," he said into her pussy lips, making vibrations that nearly
drove Amy up the wall (literally).

     Next, Greg parted the thinner lips, the pinker ones, and
slid his finger around, behind, and inside them, making his 
appendage slick with her juices.  With his thumb and index finger
of both hands, he squeezed each fold, moving in tiny circles.
"Labia minora," he said, and then Amy seizured from the immense
pleasure of his fingers.  The slightly salty musk emanating from
her juices could be smelled by Greg, turning him on so much, he
could see his rigid cock become even more rigid!  Amy spasmed
again, shivering and whimpering.

     Amy felt such warmth spreading through her body, she almost
felt like she was in a endless desert, but drenched in water.  She 
was in a state of wonderful pleasantness, feeling all out peaceful
from the aesthetics. Never in her whole life had she experienced 
such pure pleasure, and Greg didn't even get started.

     "I love you," she whispered to Greg, smiling at him with
all her heart.

     "I've known it all along," he said to her, and his fingers
went back to work.

     He pressed the pad of his pinky to the very sensitive space
between her love channel and her anus, wiping some of her musky
juices on his fingernail.  "Perineum," he said, and then he made
his fingers lightly skip around that area.  "This place contains
a lot of nerve endings, almost as much as the clitoris," he said
with the look of knowledge in his eyes.

     "I...know," Amy managed out.

     His wonderful fingers did a sort of dance around the area,
deliberately skipping her lips and her inner thighs, making Amy
go nuts with the hot sensations.  She grabbed his wrist and told 
him, "I need you now.  I can't take it anymore!"

     "Too bad..."

     Greg continued torturing her, and she kept her eyes squeezed
shut, trying to keep herself in check.  Her hands gripped the
sides of the cubicle, and her knuckles turned white from the
force.  Waves of extreme desire ripped through her body, and
she was unable to stop them.  More juices flowed out of her
vagina, soaking Greg's fingers and his textbooks.

     "No...." she moaned.

     She had another orgasm, shaking the little table and slumping
against the bookshelf.  Greg's hands went to her waist as he shook
her, but she looked almost unconscious.

     "Amy!" he cried, shaking her shoulders.

     "uhhh......" she said.

     Greg smiled and sat back down, his fingers inspecting the
mysterious places inside of her flower.  "We seem to have a shortage
of speculums," he said to Amy smartly.  "I'll just have to examine
you with my fingers."  He flexed his hands, making the bones crack.

     "Oh, great," Amy thought as she braced herself.

     Leisurely, he inserted one finger inside of her vagina while
the other squeezed her love button.  "Clitoris," he said.

     He kept on squeezing her clit, making her writhe under his
touch.  His finger started to go in and out, carrying even more
juices along with every withdrawal.  "Fingering," he said absent-
mindedly, concentrating on looking inside.

     His other hand left her clitoris and he slid another finger
inside, trying to make them act like a speculum.  He managed to
open her up partway, but that was all it took to see her moist
treasure inside.  Opening her up made the room smell even more
musky, and Greg was aching to be inside her, but he wanted to wait
a little more.

     His breath flew in, tickling Amy's senses. He blew inside her
for awhile, his air like a gentle breeze.  Amy's hands went through 
his hair, rubbing his scalp while he kept on breathing into her.  She
almost became delirious from all the feelings coming into her mind
and body, drowning herself in unrestrained passions.  Her body went
on overload of ecstasy, and she let out a scream from the flooding
depths of intimacy.  Greg then made his fingers go in all the way, 
pulling them out and in, in and out.  Her nubbin of flesh became 
agonizingly erect as the surface of his fingers rubbed against it.  
Her hips undulated as he methodically pumped his hand inside Amy.

     Orgasms wracked her beautiful body, making her even more
beautiful in that state.  Her head bended back, and she let out
short gasps from her choking throat.  Her spine arched into an
almost unbelievable bridge, shaking and trembling from the 
exhilarating climax.

     "God...!" Amy cried.  She let go of his head and tried to
shake off the heat passing through, but found it to be an impossible
task.  Her lower half was still tingling and burning with desire,
wanting something...

     She grabbed his now-erect penis and forced Greg to stand up.
Pulling it, he groaned and moved right up to her.  "Please, Greg.
I need you inside me," she said in a low voice, deadly serious.

     His wet hands went around on her hips, stroking their soft,
curved edges.  The moist, smooth tip of his penis poked in between 
Amy's plump lips, slightly edging it in, but pulling out every few
seconds.  His control was totally finesse, and he was proud of the
way he could handle himself and pleasure Amy to the farthest point
of insanity.  "Greg...please!" she cried.  "I feel like I am going
to blow up!"

     He just gave a smile and kept up with his poking.  She couldn't
stand this anymore and lay her hands on the bottom of his shaft,
attempting to push the length inside of her.  He held onto her hips
firmly so that he couldn't go in any further no matter how much
Amy protested.  "PLEASE!" she screamed.

     Greg decided to give in and he pushed his whole length into
her, generously grinding his pelvis against hers.  Amy cried out
in pain as he broke her hymen.  "Sorry, Amy.  First time only,"
he said gently.

     Her body tightened around his manhood, drawing him in.
"That's...ok," she said stressfully.  Her lengthy arms wrapped
around his shoulders as he started the steady pounding, first 
taking it easy, then increasing in speed, becoming faster.  He
held on to her as he pushed himself like he was racing against
time.  Moans escaped his mouth as Amy scratched deep marks into 
his firm back.

     Amy wanted to explode from the sexual desire rushing into
all points of her body.  Electricity seemed to shock her as Greg
kept on his pumping, and she dug her nails into him, screaming
his name.  She heard the soft slapping of his testicles against
her perineum and between her butt cheeks, and that made her go
insane.  She yelled as she came, again and again for what seemed
like eternity.  Greg continued to push inside of her, not giving
in to the deep waters of finality.

     His mouth went to her breasts, nipping the tips and licking
under the edge of the breasts.  Her face flushed a deep red, and
so did her chest.  Even while he was doing this, his hands remained
on her hips and his penis in her pussy, pressuring her into yet
another climax.  "Agh!!!" she cried.  Pure lust invaded her, washing
her in the shores of fornication.  

     Greg could feel his time coming very shortly.  Amy kissed his
shoulders as she leaned towards him, sliding her wet tongue along
his neck.  Her hands clutched the nice, firm buttocks and she
shoved his body even closer to her.  "Amy.." Greg moaned.

     She let out some of her Mercury bubbles, making the cubicle
foggy and steamy, and sweat started dripping off their hot bodies.
She squeezed his ass harder, corresponding to his rhythmical 
stoking.  Her weight was difficult to maintain on the very edge
of the table, and both of them toppled into the easy chair.
Greg's penis was fully inside her from this motion, and it was
almost painful for Amy.  Her body moved up on his chest, and
her breasts mashed against his pecs as she went down on him, as
if by instinct.  Greg's hands went to her back and he pressed her
even closer.

     Amy could see a blinding light in her eyes as she exploded
with passions which aroused her almost beyond the human limits.
Her screams became deafening shrills as she reached her most
astonishing climax of the night.  Greg moaned and his body froze
up as he also came.  He could feel his own dick being coated by
his ejaculation as he shot his load inside of her body.  Never
had he had such a wonderful time, such good control.

     They rested in each other for many minutes, not saying a
word, but trying to catch their breaths. The thundering of their
hearts could be audibly heard as they lay together.  "I love
you," Amy said again.

     Greg was still recovering, but he could get a few words out.
"I've known it all along," he repeated.

     "So did I," she responded, giving him a quick kiss.

     She pushed herself up, and wiped the cum between her legs. 
"Oh..." she moaned.

     "Oops...I forgot to get condoms," he said.

     "But-"

     "I will help you whenever you need me.  I love you, I always
will."  Greg wrapped his arms around Amy and gave her a reassuring
hug.  "I'm sorry," he said.

     "Don't be.  I wouldn't have it any other way," she said to him.
"I would have your child any day," she added with a smile.

     "You love me enough to do that?" he asked incrediously. "Even
with your career?"

     "I love you enough for the world.  Besides, I just finished 
my cycle," she said, laughing.

     Greg let out a sigh.  He hugged her tighter and they just held
each other for the rest of the night.

                    ************

     "GOOD MORNING!!!" a voice shouted in their ears.

     Both of them stood up, totally shocked.  The morning sunlight
poured in through the wide windows near the cubicles, making them
aware of the state they were in.  They saw each other in full
light, and both of them blushed, covering up what they could.

     "Uh...Mrs. Border," Amy said nervously, eyeing the furious
librarian.

     "WHAT WERE YOU DOING LAST NIGHT, AMY MIZUNO?!?"

     Amy was at a total loss for words.  She looked at Greg for
a bit of help, but he was also too shocked. His hand covered his
manhood, and this made Mrs. Border even more enraged. Amy gave a
light laugh.  "Oh, nothing..." she said, her voice trembling.

     "Amy, YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF!!!" she screamed.
"The indignity, the dirtiness, and not to mention the fact that
you never met this guy!"

     "I know him, Mrs. Border.  I have been in love with him
since I was fourteen," she said bravely, then hugging the
still-shocked Greg.

     "I see.  Well, you are never permitted to come here at
night anymore!" she said. "Where are the keys?" she demanded.

     "uh...upstairs?"

     "My God!"  She shook her head and turned away, going out
of the room and going up the stairs.

     Greg finally recovered and let out a long sigh.  "I don't
know what to say," he said to Amy.

     She faced him and tapped her finger on his chest.  "Say you
love me," she said back.

     "I love you," he said, kissing her gently.
     
     "We can study by ourselves back in my UIC apartment," she
said with a wicked smile.  He kissed her and held her for a long
time, in deep thought about the future.

                      ~Finis~