But the other people in the library might get disturbed.”“Hmm, ok. Some other time then.”We got back to our respective tables and started workin... again. I didn’t know about Shweta, but now I was more bored than ever, and my sums looked more and more confusing. I struggled, and suddenly found Shweta at my side.“Scoot over, please. I can’t take that useless crap anymore. I’ll help you with that math.”I moved over, but she sat very close to me, closer than it was comfortable, so much so that I. . he, I mean, it was all..." It was all him beatin' my ass, I think, but I am not gonna say that, "uh..." You don't have to tell me," He leers at me, "much as I would love to hear it." We're next to the goal post an' before I know he's gonna do it, he braces his hand and pins me with a full on open mouth kiss.It wouldn't be so fuckin' embarrassin' if I hadn't pulled the same fuckin' stunt on I don't know how many girls.It's not like kissing a girl. It's harder. Firmer. More like we're fighting. ‘I love your beautiful face…’ She held the thought as she trailed a line of kisses down from Sarah’s mouth to her neck. ‘And I love the scent of your skin.’ Monica kissed and nibbled on her neck and shoulder, smiling inwardly as she felt a shudder pass through her lover. Sarah ran her fingers through Monica’s dark hair as her lover slowly kissed and nibbled her way down Sarah’s body. She whimpered when she felt those soft lips slide down over her breasts, whimpers that became moans of lurid. I stretched my arms out to the sides, my head dropping back as thepreternatural wind caught my hair: letting it do its work; letting itchange me, turning me into Lorraine again, wiping away all trace of thefrumpy middle-aged woman I'd been.The power twirled around me, reshaping my limbs, stripping the unwantedmeat from my bones, recasting my face.And then in a flicker and a flash of restored light it was over and I wasgasping, reaching for the edge of the sink to keep me from falling,trying to.