The Lusty Librarian

by Matt Coolomon

  “That’s right… you want what’s in there, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she answered, glancing back at him. “I want what’s in here.”

  “Spread your pussy lips, baby. Let me fuck you through your fingers.”

  “Mmm… I want it… don’t hold back.”

  The sweet plea in her voice reverberated through Cooper’s body and centered in his balls, the thrilling surge seeming to fill them. He increased tempo, driving into her hot little pussy, her fingers grazing his shaft, her nails pricking his sac and stimulating him further. He was on the verge and added an extra flick to his hips, drawing back with the upper side of his cock rubbing hard against her soft tissue. A few strokes like that and he was over the edge. His climax hit as he plowed deep into her and ground against her butt. Her fingers cupped his balls as he ejaculated. She moaned sensually, and her tight little pussy contracted further and began to throb around him.

  Fully drained this time, Cooper collapsed behind the amazing and completely surprising girl he had found. He cuddled up to her, covering her little boob with his hand. She snuggled back and was soon sleeping. Two hours later, Cooper woke to the room in darkness and his girlfriend still nude and cuddling his arm.

  He kissed her neck. She stirred. He nibbled her ear. She hunched a shoulder. Perhaps he had a ticklish girlfriend. “You getting hungry yet?”

  “Starving! What’s a girl got to do to get fed around here?”

  8

  Sam slipped her panties back on, trapping what remained of Cooper’s semen inside her. A great deal had leaked out while they were napping, but she still felt wet and well fucked, her pussy tingling with satisfaction. Sex AND a new boyfriend. Perfect. Just what she’d wanted.

  “Don’t put everything on, baby,” he said, his voice lazy and slurred.

  “Oh, we’re not done?”

  “Samantha.” He sounded serious and she met his eyes. “If all goes well, we’ll never be done.”

  It might have been too much except... she felt the same. “That sounds perfect.” Then, to lessen the intensity, she added, “but it’s still damned cold. Don’t expect me to pad around your apartment half-naked. She pulled her sweater over her head, but left off her bra. Her nipples, still hard from the cold and all the stimulation poked pertly against the fabric. She pulled on her socks.

  “Will that do?” she asked.

  “I suppose,” he replied, rising reluctantly and stepping into his jeans.

  He led her to his kitchen and they microwaved the stone cold soup they’d forgotten in the heat of passion. They passed the time while the little box heated their food, practicing long-neglected kissing skills. By the time it was done, Sam’s lips felt slightly bruised and very wet, and new moisture was surging between her thighs. But this time she clamped down on arousal. Food. Fuel. Can’t make love on an empty stomach. They carried their cups of soup to Cooper’s sofa and snuggled up, Cooper sprawled against the arm, Sam between his legs, her back against his chest.

  “What do I need to do,” he asked her between sips, “to convince you to stay the night?”

  “Not much,” she admitted. “I guess I’m a hussy where you’re concerned.”

  “My own personal hussy.” He groped her breast lewdly and she giggled. “Just what I always wanted.”

  “I didn’t come prepared to sleep here, though. I don’t have any clean clothes or my toothbrush...”

  “I have extra toothbrushes. The multi packs were on sale. And we can stop by your place tomorrow and pick up some clothes for you.”

  “What about to sleep in?”

  “You really think I’m going to let you NOT sleep naked? I want easy access, baby.”

  Sam laughed. “I think I’m not the only one playing catch-up. How about socks? I know it’s not sexy, but it’s hard to sleep with cold feet.”

  “I’ll make a concession for socks,” he agreed with the air of a potentate granting favors to a peasant, “provided this sweet little pussy is bare and ready.” He wormed his hand into her underwear and started massaging her clit gently, with practiced fingers.

  “I would have thought you’d be spent by now.”

  “I am,” he replied. “I’ll need a bit of time to build up to the next round. But I felt you clenching and tensing while I was finishing up in here.” He slipped one finger inside her and she hummed a bit. “You were about to come again, weren’t you?”

  “I don’t think I was that close,” she replied, “but it was building.”

  “Horny woman,” he said affectionately. “How many times can you come?”

  “I need at least two to feel satisfied, but I’ve never really counted a maximum number. When I was young...”

  “Yes?” He had resumed circling her clit. It was a similar movement to the one she made herself each day, but this felt better.

  “Ahhh,” she sighed at the stimulation. “When I was younger, we tried to count once... but we couldn’t. Apart from the distraction, you know... oh yeah, like that, Cooper. Right there. Yes.... one kept blending into another and we just couldn’t count...” And then she stopped talking because she was too busy making orgasm noises, her body arching with pleasure against Cooper’s fingers. Her cup fell from her hand onto a little area rug in front of the sofa. Thankfully it was empty, but Sam couldn’t have cared less. She was too busy grinding her clit firmly into Cooper’s fingers, wringing every last drop of ecstasy from his touch.

  “You are amazing,” he whispered, lifting his hand from her pussy and offering his fingers to her to lick. This time she couldn’t taste his semen, but her own juices were strong and sweet. Now her body absolutely purred with the tending she’d received. She turned, rising to her knees, and kissed Cooper’s lips. She tongued him, giving him the taste of her pussy from her mouth.

  “You’re amazing,” she said. “I didn’t know I still had all this in me.”

  “I knew you did. Sexy is in the eyes, baby. Your pretty brown eyes told me everything I needed to know about a lonely woman who would make a fantastic lover... and girlfriend.”

  “I liked what I saw in your eyes too.”

  “So are you staying?”

  “Of course. The hard part isn’t staying, but leaving.”

  “We’ll work on all that.” He kissed her again. Sam pressed herself full length against Cooper, wrapping her legs around his waist, enjoying every moment of passion, giving herself to her man with reckless abandon.

  9

  Cooper was thrilled to be free of work on a weekend. He had been on a shiftwork roster for ten years, one heavily favoring holidays when the museum would be at its busiest. A welcome perk of being manager was office hours. Of course, he had research to do and a sizable writing project to get started on, but no… not on the weekend. No chance!

  It was almost 2:00.

  I wonder what Samantha is doing. I haven’t seen her in hours.

  He checked the scrap of paper she had written her number on. And save… name: Samantha… He locked that into his contacts list, then hit call.

  “Hello, sexy.”

  “Oh. Hello. Again already.”

  “I know. I was missing you. What are you doing?”

  “Um… nothing exciting. Laundry.”

  “Oh…” Cooper spun around in his chair. “Can I see you again tonight?”

  There was a pause. “See me again? You mean?”

  “No, not just that.” He chuckled. Well, there was that. “Can I take you to dinner?”

  “Yes. I’d like that.”

  “Should we put on a show for the town? Where can we go that everyone will see us?”

  “Napoli’s is a nice restaurant. You can usually get a seat, and the pizza is the best I’ve ever had. It’s right there downtown and it’s nice out today. Isn’t it great to have a 65 degree day in January? And there’s probably a show at the Palace Theatre, or shopping at the boutiques. We could walk… hold hands…”

  Cooper grinned. “Perfect. I’ll book us a table. Pick
you up at five? We’ll stroll before dinner.”

  “Okay. That sounds nice,” Sam said, her voice sounding kind of dreamy over the phone.

  Cooper was firming up just thinking about her. He wriggled in his seat to make room. “And what about after?”

  “Um… after?” Still that dreamy voice.

  “Yeah… can I fuck you again tonight, Samantha?”

  The slightest pause, then, “Yes.”

  Cooper grinned. What a woman.

  Pushing Boundaries

  1

  Sam arrived at the library Monday morning knowing she looked... a little guilty. She tried to suppress the nervous grin, and put her cold fingers on her burning cheeks, but to no avail. No sooner did she step behind the counter than her assistant, Millie Hernandez blurted, “What’s up with you? Your face is all red. Are you sick?”

  “No,” Sam replied, and the heat in her face increased. “I’m fine.”

  “You’re not either. What’s up?”

  “Nothing’s up, Millie.”

  “Bullshit,” the girl replied. “Spill, Sam.”

  “It’s nothing. I had... a good weekend. Now I’m in a good mood.”

  “Geez, good mood? If I didn’t know better I’d say you’re in the ‘I just got laid’ mood.”

  Sam looked away.

  “Are you shitting me?”

  “Millie, watch your language,” Sam snapped. “There are children in here.” Sure enough three young mothers were toting toddlers towards the kids’ section.

  Millie lowered her voice but continued. “Are you serious, Sam? You?”

  “Yes, okay?” she replied softly, feigning exasperation. “I had a date.”

  “What kind of date?”

  Sam could no longer pretend to be anything other than exhilarated. “The kind that starts Friday and ends, reluctantly Sunday afternoon, but never leaves the house. The kind that takes place mostly in bed, but also on the living room couch, in the shower, and... once... on the kitchen table. So as you can see, I’m in a very good mood.”

  “Oh,” Millie said. “With who?”

  “With a certain researcher who started visiting us last week,” she replied smugly.

  Millie’s happily scandalized face drooped into a scowl. “Well,” she harrumphed, grabbing a big armload of returned books and stalking away. Puzzled, Sam turned to a second stack, scanning them in with her hand-held barcode reader.

  A few minutes later, Millie returned.

  “What’s up?” Sam asked her softly. “I thought you would be happy for me. I mean, I know it’s fast, but...”

  “No, it’s not that. Sorry. I’m just... well, I’m just a little jealous. He’s super hot, you know, and I had hoped... I had no idea you were interested.”

  “No idea? We flirted all last week! You didn’t notice?”

  Millie shook her head. “You must not have done it in front of me. I would never have guessed someone like you would even be interested in someone like Chris.”

  “Chris?” Sam shook her head. “No way. Not that pretty boy. He’s not my type at all.”

  Now Millie was paying attention. “What do you mean? You said a researcher...”

  “Yes, but not Chris. Cooper.”

  The girl blinked. “Cooper? But he’s so... old. How old is he?”

  “You know,” Sam replied, “I’m not sure. Maybe I’ll ask him some time. But he’s not that old. Not to me. And he’s still definitely got what counts.”

  Sam’s pussy spasmed at the memory of Cooper’s perfect, NOT old cock sliding in and out. She shivered. Eight years of celibacy ended with a bang. She grinned.

  “Okay, never mind,” Millie said. “Way more than I wanted to know.” She trailed away, face red, mumbling about sex and old nerdy people.

  Still grinning like a fool, Sam set off on her work of the week, thankful that, though her amazing date was over, Cooper was now her lover, and they would get together again. And again. And again. She could hardly wait.

  2

  “Hello, sexy.” Cooper’s deep, accented voice resonated in Sam’s ear, accompanied by a waft of cologne and man that set her whole body on fire.

  “Hi there, hot stuff,” she replied softly, hoping for nonchalance.

  “Still on for tonight?”

  Instead of answering, Sam stepped around the counter and, seeing no patrons in sight, gave her boyfriend a little hug. “I wouldn’t miss it,” she whispered in his ear. “Phone sex isn’t doing the trick anymore. Are you sure we can’t get together during the week sometimes?”

  Cooper kissed her forehead. “I’m sure, babe. We’ll never get anything done if we’re together all the time.”

  “We’d get lots done,” she replied with a teasing wink. And then she leaned close and said softly, “I’m burning up, Cooper.”

  “Good,” he replied. “It’s only fair. I have a case of blue balls you wouldn’t believe.”

  He kissed her lips and stalked back to the local history section to continue working on his research project.

  “Wow,” Millie said as she wheeled the returns cart out from between the stacks. “I sure didn’t see that coming.”

  “What?” Sam asked, her face flaming, knowing she’d been busted. “I told you we were dating.”

  “Yes, I see that,” Millie replied. “And to tell the truth, y’all don’t look bad together. I think... I think you might make a good couple. So you’re sure Chris is fair game?”

  “Got it bad for him, do you?” Sam asked gently.

  Millie nodded. “Any objections?”

  “Of course not. If you want Chris, go for it. Only... be careful. He doesn’t seem like a very nice man, or an overly bright one. You probably could do better.”

  “Grow up, Sam,” Millie replied, “Have you looked at him? He’s HOT. I want to have sex with him, not marry him.”

  Sam shrugged off the rude comment. “Your choice. Just don’t blame me if he’s not all he appears to be.”

  “So will you be taking off early then?” Millie changed the subject.

  “I think so. I’m overtime as usual, so I’ll probably leave at 4:00. You okay closing tonight?”

  Millie nodded. How odd. The girl usually complained like mad if she had to stay late on a Friday.

  Sam glanced at the clock. 3:40. Almost done.

  ***

  “I’m sorry.”

  “It’s fine, Samantha, I promise,” Cooper said as he drove back to the library.

  “It’s just, I didn’t want anyone to overhear my phone call, and so I went into the conference room and forgot it there...”

  “I understand. It’s okay.”

  “And if I don’t have it when my mom calls tomorrow she’ll worry and...”

  “Samantha.” Cooper reached over and took her hand, lifting it to his lips. She fell silent.

  He pulled into a parking space and escorted her to the building. She unlocked the door and quickly punched the alarm code into the keypad. Hand in hand they hurried through the stacks to the conference room. She turned the knob. The door opened silently. Oddly the light inside was on.

  Then Sam took in the scene before her and her jaw dropped. The room was not empty. Millie stood in front of the large table, her shirt up around her chest, her bra on the floor. Chris stood behind her, his hands on her full breasts, his fingers tweaking the erect nipples hard.

  “Do you like that?” he hissed in her ear. “Is this what you wanted?” He guided the girl forward, pressing her down onto the table and tugging her prairie skirt up to her waist. One quick movement had her panties around her knees. He stroked her plump bottom and delivered a resounding slap. Millie squealed and then moaned as Chris jammed two fingers between her pussy lips. They squelched in her juices as they sank into her.

  “Damn, you’re a hot little slut,” Chris whispered as he opened his belt buckle.

  A hand closed around Sam’s arm and tugged her away from the scene. As they approached the front door of the library, Cooper said so
ftly, “You can call your mom from my phone.”

  Still stunned, Sam only nodded. He helped her into the car and shut the door for her.

  “Samantha?” he asked as he started the ignition. She jumped. She hadn’t been aware of him getting in.

  “Sorry. Just a little... surprised. She said she wanted him, but I didn’t expect... that.”

  “Yeah, he keeps going on about her. Guess they’re in lust.”

  “I know what that feels like,” Sam said, recovering her equilibrium at last. “Wait, where are we going? The restaurant is the other direction.”

  “I know,” he said. “We’re going to your house. I was hoping to take my sexy girlfriend out to dinner. Samantha, why do you wear these ill-fitting clothes?”

  “I guess I’m... hiding,” she replied. “I used to get hit on a lot, being fit and all. And I didn’t want to mess with men and stuff, so I realized that if I wear frumpy clothes, shallow people don’t mess with me.”

  “Well, you have me now, love. I won’t let anyone hit on you. But I would like it if you’d show off your pretty body just a little.”

  Sam nodded. “I can do that when we’re together. Besides, there’s someone I need you to meet.”

  “Oh, who would that be?”

  “The other man in my life,” she replied.

  He looked askance at her.

  “Trust me.”

  They had arrived at her bungalow by this time, and she led him into the living room and urged him down onto the sofa. “Be right back,” she said.

  A moment later, Sam returned carrying a large bundle of black and tan fur. “This is Oliver,” she said, setting the squirming cat down on the sofa. “He’s been my constant companion since he was a kitten. I hope the two of you can make friends. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll slip into something a little more... sexy.”

  She winked at him and hurried to her room to change. As Sam pulled on a fitted, knee-length sweater dress, black tights, and a black belt, she couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d seen at the library. While she hadn’t liked the way Chris talked to Millie, it was clear her assistant was getting off on the rough stimulation, big time. It had been pretty hot to see.