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I had a huge crush on this really cute Librarian. He's only the guy who stamps the books out and does the shelving, but I adored him. He's really shy and always kind to me when he serves me. He always smiles really sweetly, wishes me a nice day or comments on the book I'm taking out if it's something that he's read before. He's got short black hair, deep green eyes and wears jeans and band T-shirts; Megadeth or Metallica usually. He's a little bit nerdy, but that's OK because I like nerds. Nerds are quiet, genuine, honest and sweet guys. Also, I'm a bit of a nerd and an all round klutz, so I figured that he'd understand me better. I was pretty sure that he was into me, at least a little bit. Sometimes I'd catch his eye and he'd look away quickly, or I'd spot him eyeing me up when he thought I wasn't looking and then he'd go red,stammer and drop his stamp pad on the floor. If only he'd known that I really wanted him to look me over, I wanted him to fancy me, to lust over my body, to have wild animal sex with me. I wanted him to take me down into the stacks and to take me down there in the dark. I wanted my cute librarian, like I'd never wanted anything else before.
Like I said, I'm a bit of a nerdy klutz and I don't have many girlfriends. That's because I'm at University to get my degree, not to go out to parties and get drunk, so I'm either spending all of my time in the lecture hall or studying at the Library. That term I was studying Shakespeare and his contemporaries, so my daily routine is to go to the Library, grab my copy of The Riverside edition of Shakespeare's Complete Works and settle myself in the main reading hall. Just to set the scene for you, the University Library is situated in a very large, very old domed building giving it has that classic library feel, with its many rows of shelves with musty books, long dark corridors, tiny back staircases and intimate little offshoot rooms. Personally I prefer to spend my time in the main reading hall where most people gather, presumably for the company, as studying can be a lonely, dreary business. It's a grandiose room, large and circular with tall bookshelves all the way around that reach right up to a lofty 20 feet high ceiling and study benches lined in long straight rows down the middle. For the most part I go in each day, settle myself at the same desk towards the back on the left (so I can see everything that's going on if I want to) get my head down and read or work on my essay.
Anyone who has worked all day in a Library though will know that it's impossible to concentrate on your work all day. Generally, you can cut the sexual tension with a knife. Everyone feels alone, everyone gets bored and everyone is always looking at everyone else. I swear to God that I try not to but with King Lear raving on and on about his daughters or Hamlet continually whining about suicide I cannot always keep my mind focused on what it should be. That day I couldn't stop my eyes roving around the room seeking out something of interest:-
That guy who just walked in with brown hair, three quarter length black coat and short beard. He's quite dishy. Or that slim guy over in the Biology section, I bet he wants to be a doctor, that's hot. Doctors are my fantasy, I wouldn't mind if he checked me over. There's a really sexy blonde guy with his cute brunette girlfriend over in Sociology. They've stopped looking at the books now, they're touching and kissing each other insteaed. He just grabbed her ass. I bet when they get home they're going to be stripping each other naked before they even get through the door and then.... focus. Shakespeare. Oh My God that girl has the hugest tits I think I ever saw, I wouldn't mind getting better acquainted with those. Hmmm, I bet that boy in those tight jeans has a huge full 9 inches worth of bulging cock. I wouldn't mind whipping that out and... back to my book "nothing will come of nothing", I read in my Shakespeare. Thanks for the advice King Lear, for reminding me that I have nothing while that brunette has her hands all over her blonde guy. Now I'm wondering if maybe they'd perhaps be up for a threesome. That would be all kinds of hot.
On that particular day things started to get a little ridiculous. I closed up my Shakespeare and headed off to the English section, knowing that at some point I would do something that I'd be ashamed of later. As I walked through the doors I bumped into the cute issue desk guy. Our bodies briefly touched and a bolt of electricity went right through me. "oops, silly me" I said, sounding completely like a retarded klutz. He smiled at me and then walked on, busy with his shelving. I considered it a huge wasted opportunity and wondered, as I walked down the long corridor towards the haphazard English section, if he's the kind of guy in bed who'd take you roughly from behind or kiss you gently and softly on the breast. I hoped for the former. I got to the English section, grabbed a copy of Rochester's poems and stood there reading "St.James Park". Nice. I then made a beeline for D H Lawrence found Lady Chatterly, flipped through it and tucked it under my arm. I started to head back but on consideration I decided that I needed a copy of Anias Nin's Little Birds and Delta of Venus and grabbed that from the shelf too. This was not turning into a productive day at the library. I sat back down with my books, opened up the Nin at a random page and started to read. The cute couple had gone but now I could see a really sexy blonde girl, svelte figure, firm bust, very chic clothing with a short skirt that showed off the glory of her long sexy legs. I gulped hard as she actually came over towards me and sat down in the next seat. If she'd have asked me to go back home with her right then, I would most definitely have done so. She opened her mouth to speak and my whole body shook.
"You dropped this on the way in. I thought that you might need it." She handed me the copy of Lady Chatterley's Lover.
I stammered out a thank you, clearly embarrassed. She noticed that I was reading Anais Nin and raised an eyebrow. "Long day huh? Well, catch you later."
She got up and walked away, her perfect ass in full view. I blushed red and for a long moment I desperately wanted to hide. I sat there wondering if I'd asked that hot girl for a coffee if she'd actually be interested in a nerd like me, with my greasy hair, cheap glasses and floaty dresses that hide my not quite so svelte figure. Don't get me wrong, I'm Ok, some boys think I'm hot and I got called cute a lot at school, but you don't just walk up to probably-heterosexual girls of that calibre and expect results. Now well and truly focused on all things sex, my eyes wandered over another few cute sports guys - who I imagined doing obscene things to each other in the after match showers - and then finally landed on the cute issue desk guy who had now wandered over to the door and was leaving the reading room. "This is a bad idea" I said to myself as I got up, Nin in hand, and followed him. I still felt red from the previous encounter, but my hormones were now well and truly in control and I simply couldn't stop myself. I walked after him down a corridor, pursued him up a flight of spiral steps and on towards the back end of the library, past Librarianship, Geography and Econmics and on further into a tiny room at the far corner. Icelandic and Dutch studies. I didn't even know this existed. Neither did anyone else apparently.
He began straightening the books on the shelves. I sat down at the one desk it contained and pretended that I was reading the book, while all the time studying his movements intently and thinking how much I'd like to get into his pants and do dirty things to him. From time to time he would look around at me a little nervously, seemingly as aware as I was of how alone we were in this tiny room. After some time exchanging small glances I realised that he was unlikely to make a move on me so I, crazily, decided to try and open up conversation myself. I got up and walked over towards a section of particularly dull looking Icelandic sagas.
"Could you reach that book down for me, it's a little too high," I said in my best girly voice. I stood up on tiptoes and stretched my arms up high above me in a cute way.
"Sure." He smiled. He smiled a lot. I wanted to get past the smiling now. While he had his back turned I moved in closer behind him.
"I'm really into these Icelandic Sagas, what's this one, Njal's Saga, Erik's Saga? Have you read these?" Why on earth would he have read these? I felt like such a klutz for asking.
"I just do the shelving in here, I never really got into these."
"Oh." I couldn't think of a good follow up. "I'm reading D.H.Lawrence, right now, have you..."
"Here's your book." He handed it to me. I promptly dropped it, along with Anais Nin and D.H.Lawrence on the floor
"Oh, oops." I giggled. He finally twigged that I was attempting to flirt with him.
"I've, errr, seen Henry & June," he muttered as he picked them up and handed them to me. "Uma Thurman is... nice" I hadn't seen it. Damn.
"Yeah, she's pretty hot, I liked her in Dangerous Liaisons"
"Yeah, wasn't Sarah Michelle Gellar in that too, that lesbian kiss with Selma Blair"
"No that was Cruel intentions. Really great kiss scene though". This was getting me nowhere.
Caution flying to the wind I tossed Nin, Lawrence and Uma Thurman to one side and threw myself onto him, locking his lips onto mine and pulling his body close and tight. It felt amazingly good and so right. I'm sure it was for him too as he reciprocated. I wanted to fuck him right then and there and damn everything else, including appropriacy. My hands were all over his body, caressing his chest, his back and his ass. I knew that he wanted me badly too as he responded by grabbing and toying with my breasts and then feeling my own behind. I quickly guided his hand underneath my wooly jumper, under my blouse and onto my supple flesh beneath. He was loving it, I thought, as I could see that his cock had stiffened inside his jeans. I was about to unbutton his trousers and had gotten half way towards doing so when unexpectedly he froze. He pushed me away from him, muttered "Oh My God" and ran out of the room, leaving me more disappointed than I've ever been in my life. And hornier.
Did I come on too strong, I wondered? What would I do now? I contemplated a number of options including crying in the corner, running back home and trelieving myself right there. I ended up just standing there for a few minutes feeling deflated and despondent, when all of a sudden the svelte blonde from before came in and sat herself down in the chair where I'd been sitting. She picked up a book that was on the table.
"Njal's Saga now huh? I preferred Little Birds. Very sexy." She giggled " Have you read much other Nin?" I couldn't believe it.
"I liked Delta of Venus," I said, "and Henry and June. To be honest though, I really prefer My Secret Life and Romance of Lust. They don't have those here, though."
"Oh, me too. The real dirty stuff" She laughed, a little nervously I thought. She paused for a moment "Hey, this may sound a little dumb, I dunno, I'm kinda sick of this place and could really use a coffee. Wanna go have this conversation elsewhere?" I stood there open mouthed for what felt like 10 minutes "or do you really need to get this Saga finished. It's Ok, I understand, it's just I've been watching you, you know and, well, there are signals. I thought there were signals and.. well, I must have made a mistake" She was stammering, quite hysterically. "God, I'm such a klutz. I'll go. I'll leave you alone now!. When she started to leave her chair I came to my senses.
"I'll come for coffee" I stammered back. "I'd really like that"
"Good". She smiled, grabbed my hand and raced out of the room.
The sexual atmosphere in libraries is electric. Apparently it affects everyone; in all sorts of ways. I still flirted with my cute Librarian guy whenever I saw him, but my coffee with Sophie, the svelte blonde led to even better things.