The Bar None Stables
by
Kilogram
Chapter 1
The sun settled toward the horizon, an orange ball of fire in the midst
of an ocean of smog that illuminated the landscape with a fluorescent haze. For
a few minutes the hustle and bustle of Metro City slowed as it passed from day
to night. The pace would increase when the
One place where the activity never ceased, was the Central Library at
Metro University. The lights were on around the clock so there was no
transition. The college students brought their holograph tubes there to study
and to use the library's vast resources.
In a study room on the 11th floor, thoughts turned away from study and
to the ever popular topic of boys.
"I swear, these boys can be such…such…boys!"
Molly Molloy looked across the table at Penny and tried unsuccessfully
to suppress a giggle. Of the three roommates, only Linda Lawrence studied
seriously. Blonde Molly and redheaded Penny Posy studied only enough to keep
themselves from flunking out.
"What is so funny?"
"Oh, come on, Linda. The guy was cute. I mean he was real cute. And you
treated him like he was…"
She looked to Penny for assistance.
"One of your term papers?"
The blonde responded by sticking out her tongue. She then turned her
attention back to Linda.
"I mean, the guy was cute and he seemed nice and I don't know why you
wouldn't go out with him."
"We are here in college to get an education. We are not here to
socialize."
"Some of us do both."
Linda glared at Penny who gave her an innocent look in exchange.
"All these guys want to do is get in your panties."
"What is wrong with that? Sex is a great stress reliever. You could have
guys swarming all over you if you wanted. You have the body of a ponygirl."
The body of a ponygirl could be either a compliment or an insult,
depending on the contest. Linda decided Molly meant it as a compliment.
"How do you relax with some guy on top you sweating and grunting?"
"I usually go: Oh! Oh! Ohohoh!! Oh that feels so good. Oh! Don't stop!
Don't stop!"
Linda leaned across the table to whack her friend on top her head with a
holographic tube.
"Earth to Penny! Earth to Penny! I think fake orgasms are prohibited in
the library."
When the redhead looked around, she realized everyone in the room was
looking at her. Slowly she hunched down in the chair trying to hide.
"Come on, Linda," Molly said leaning forward. "Having a little fun won't
kill you!"
"I think she is a virgin!" Penny said in a whisper.
Linda pretended not to hear as Molly's eyes opened wide.
"You are a virgin! How did you make it through your freshman year of
college and still me a virgin!"
"That's because they don't allow sex in the library."
The two laughed a little louder than they should have. Again, people
turned to look at them. Someone was liable to call the librarian if they kept it
up. For someone who was as conscious a student as Linda Lawrence was, that would
be a fate worse than death.
"I'm not a virgin," the brunette said through clenched teethed as she
tried to read her philosophy notes.
Linda had turned down many offers to go out when she came to college.
She knew she was beautiful but she preferred to be admired for her brains. She
wore her long dark hair pulled back behind her head, secured in a languid
ponytail that hung down to mid-back. She wore a loose polyester top to hide her
curves. She did not want to go through the school day having guys stare at her
chest. In her nineteen and a half years she had learned to hide her physical
assets.
"Details, we want details."
Her two friends leaned forward.
The coed ignored them as she pretended to read the light flickering in
her face from the holographic text told them she was scanning the words, not
reading them.
"We are not going to leave you alone until we hear the details."
"What details are there? I was on my back with my knees against my chest
and my feet up toward the ceiling. He was on top me grunting. End of story."
"How many times?"
"It only happened once and it won't…"
"No! How many times did you come your first time. I came twice."
Linda continued to ignore them. Her deflowering was an episode she would
just as soon put out of her mind. She was an eighteen year old coed. He was her
sociology professor. She admired his knowledge and learning. He admired her
tits. She knew she would have enjoyed it more if she had not noticed the
holographs of his wife and children on the desk next to her head.
"Twice," she answered in a whisper, hoping in vain it would shut them
up. She heard the little sounds they made as they leaned forward. "I was about
to have a third when he came."
She glanced up. They sat back satisfied. She hoped that telling a small
part of the truth would cause them to lose interest in her meager love life.
The professor had propositioned her after class one day. She would get a
guaranteed "A" if she kept him satisfied. She had an "A" average so she turned
him down. During final exams she had three tests on the same day. She called him
and earned her "A" without having to take the exam.
"You know you could be pretty if you tried."
Slowly Linda looked up at Molly. She knew she was pretty. Some people
said she could be beautiful if she tried. She chose not to try.
It had been a humiliating experience her senior year in high school. The
chess club had nominated her for Homecoming Queen. She went to the principal to
get her name removed from the list of candidates, but he told her it was too
late.
She suspected they wanted someone with half a brain to be up there with
all those bimbos. She had to pay her cousin to escort her to the dance. She wore
a gown that showed more cleavage than she wanted to but still she lost to a
blonde cheerleader who probably slept with half the guys in the class.
She did not want anyone to think she was pretty. She was a serious
student. Serious. No matter how cute the guy was, she was going to spend
Saturday night curled up with some novel she had to read for English class.
"The library will be closing in thirty minutes," the amorphic voice
intoned through the building."
"Let's go. I hear the Oldies Channel is going to play some music
videos?"
Linda crinkled up her nose as she asked, "What are those?"
"I dunno. Let's go find out."
She wanted to stay until the library closed but did not want to be there
alone. They had already disappeared into the elevator tubes by the time she
turned toward the exit. Halfway there she paused in mid-stride.
He was there. Ken was his name. He was cute and she was getting bored
studying all the time.
Her left hand moved toward her hair.
"Would it be too obvious if I removed the band and let my hair hang
free?"
Molly and Penny and already disappeared from sight in elevator tubes
beyond the receptionist's desk. They would never know what she did without her
telling them.
She took two steps before pivoting suddenly. She moved quickly before
she lost her nerve. He looked up and her and smiled. The smile was warm and
friendly.
"I changed my mind. I am free tomorrow."
