Ben 10 Porn Story: The Librarian Assistant – Chapter 2

Disclaimer – I do not own Ben 10. I’m simply a fan, just like you, whoever is reading this.

The letter arrived, with a small stamp of approval, indicating its origin. The words titled, Bellwood Library, written in clear blue ink, addressed to her. Vaguely, she brought the letter to the kitchen counter, near the entrance leading to the kitchen itself. Another award, I suppose.

Lazily, she sat on the decorated, love seat, eyes briefly shifting between the flashing lights of the TV. and the crumpled newspaper, laying all battered up with drops of rainwater, ruining the printed words. The title of the article was typical, focusing on the structures of the new book store that had just finished its building, last week. The bookstore named, Lunas Drinks.

Absentmindedly, her mind brought her back to the conversation, to the conversation; she had last time with Ben, over the phone. Apparently, he needed help what with being far away, from this town and all and arranged a private little meeting, at his house.

The whole place was empty, nothing interesting except with loads of boxes, of who knows what, filled full. Ben offered her a seat in the sofa, and went to the kitchen whistling a tune, as he brought back two glasses filled with orange juice.

So going to be my tour guide? he asked.

–

After about an hour or two, Gwen was nearly finished, with her little speech. Though she did have to stop here and there, as Ben kept on asking her some random questions, most of which seemed unrelated to their whole conversation.

Can I have your e-mail? Please, Gwen? he pleaded. He looked at her innocently, with a cocky smirk, she knows all too well.

To do what? Harass me online?

Now why would I do that? he continued.

Because youre my cousin. She stated, stating the obvious.

Im hurt, Gwen. I thought we could you know? Catch up with our lives? Five long years can really make a difference, huh?

Gwen thought about his make shift offering. If she denied it then that would mean more pestering questions and the more questions he asked, the longer she would have to stay. However, she had to make sure that he would stop with his pestering, and let her continue with the speech.

Alright, fine Ill do it.

Yes! he exclaimed.

But.

But?

You have to promise me one thing.

And that is

You will not interrupt me anymore, while I am here. For Gods sake look at the time, its nearly twelve. Plus I have to catch some sleep. Yawning as she looked at the clock.

Obviously he agreed, and so for the rest of the night, all was quiet and the two had gladly exchanged their e-mail address.

At first the greetings were a mere Hello, to which she would reply the same greeting. The messages were very awkward, at first and for a while they had completely stopped. So much for catching up. She mumbled.

The laptop beside her, sounded a familiar tune, of a lightly touched bell. Indicated, that someone had left her a message. To her surprise, it was from Ben. It read:

Gwen,

Just wanting to let you know you still hadnt return two books. I dont remember the titles, so dont ask. Oh and the librarian wants me to remind you that you owe the library five dollars for using the printer for printing five pages. Seriously, Gwen, five pages? Dont tell me this is for your essay? You need to return the books and pay the bill by Thursday.

Ben

Gwen, hastily closed her laptop, a sudden thought having come to her mind. Two books? Check. She was already finished with them and had them securely fitted, in the clutches of her school bag. The five dollars was a different matter. She remembered, having printed only four pages. Surely that would mean she would have to pay four dollars, and not five. She wondered briefly, if her cousin had made a mistake.

The clock on the wall chimed eleven indicating it was time for sleep.

Ill deal with this tomorrow. She mumbled, as she readied herself for sleep.

–

Listening to the sound of rain, as it hits the metal, black roof, Gwen grumbled, quietly; attempting to hide her annoyance. The ground itself was wet, filled with dark muddy waters, splattered across every sidewalk. It was bad enough to have used the umbrella, for the whole day of yesterday, but today, too? She had always hated rainy days, ever since she was thirteen.

Silently, she watched as each cars passed through. It was a Tues. day afternoon so the street itself was not full as it was in the early hours of morning and the late hours of night. A bus came, numbered 12, its destination about a two miles north. Nope thats not it.

Within the next fifteen minutes, the bus numbered 11 finally came; this was her ride. She tossed in a dollar and a dime, the usual fee for teenagers boarding the bus and went in to look for a seat. Unfortunately, for her there were no seats, and she was forced to stand, holding a pole, between two strangers, who likewise, held it.

The two were a business-like woman dressed in a plain grey suit and a fat old man, who looked as if he was in his late forties. The business woman went on and on about the community and the news of the weatherman being always wrong and a few times correct.

The man listened with half an ear and occasionally made motions of a nod or a shake.

Right, Joe? she asked.

The man nodded, clearly not listening.

My luck. Gwen grumbled, as she was forced to listen to the womans squabbles.

It was because of this that Gwen did not notice the hand of old man, known as Joe, as he lightly pinched her butt. The feeling made Gwen instantly turn, and into the eyes of the smirking man. You! she glared and instantly slapped him in the face.

The woman stopped her talking and turned to Gwen, who was nowhere to be found. The bus had just arrived in the entry of the library and Gwen mumbled a small, Thanks to the driver as she exited the bus.

For a moment, the rain had stopped pouring, but the clouds remained fairly cloudy. The draping banners that normally greeted her, now wet as the result product of the rain.

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She was greeted at the counter with a woman no older than twenty-five. Her blonde, short hair, nicely framing her face, as she pointed happily on the papers, which required her to checked in her time of arrival and name. Gwen finished this easily and the woman grinned brightly at her. And how can I help you miss?

Im here to return two books and I apparently I owed you five dollars for my printing, last time I was here. I believe I only need to pay four?

Give me your name and the last time you went here.

Gwendolyn Tennyson and it was Sunday of last week. She replied.

The blonde woman typed up the information, which resulted in her data of activities last week. The woman look at the screen briefly, before turning back to Gwen. Ah thats right, miss. You only used four pages worth of ink. Four dollars please. She sweetly smiled.

Gwen gave her the proper amount of money, made a move to leave, when she was suddenly stopped by the blonde woman.

Wait miss! the woman almost screamed as she swiftly grabbed Gwens sleeve, effectively stopping her. You forgot this! she stated as she handed her a crumpled envelope.

But, I didnt-

Its yours. She calmly stated as she turned to walk away.

Gwen looked at the envelope. At the back was signed her name, in a sloppy handwriting she instantly recognized. Confused, by the womans action Gwen opened the lightweight packet and silently read a folded paper. It read:

Meet me in Lunas Drinks this Saturday at twelve oclock noon. Its urgent.

Ben

Hey Guys, I bet most of you thought this was the third chapter. No it’s not. It’s still the second chapter. A revised one. Why you ask? It’s for the simple reason of how I wrote the original chapter. My mind wasn’t into it and I didn’t like how it came out. Now most of you did, I didn’t. This decision has been lingering in my mind, the moment I posted the original second chapter. I only decided to act on it last night, after being inspired by watching a horror movie, combined with other movies and dramas I recently watched. Anyways remember to review before leaving, please?