The Sexy Librarian: A Lesbian Romance

by Nicolette Dane

  “Yeah,” I said. “I could have got thrown out of school.” I laughed softly.

  Esme held up a single finger to scold me, but the look on her face belied that she found it funny as well.

  “I’m getting off in 15,” said Esme. “Will you wait for me? We can take the train back to the city together.”

  “It’s freezing out!” I said. “And I probably shouldn’t hang around in here much longer.”

  “There’s a little cafe right by the Metra stop,” said Esme. “Just meet me in there, okay?”

  “Okay,” I said with a smile.

  “Thank you,” said Esme, leaning in and softly kissing me on the cheek. “I owe you one.”

  *

  Esme and I sat next to one another on the train, making our way back up to the city. Wrapping her arm around me, Esme pulled me close to her and we embraced. I gently placed my palm on her thigh as we hugged in silence for a few moments. The soft, melodic clacking of the train wheels against the track was all that could be heard in that moment. The train itself was near empty.

  Turning her head, Esme softly kissed me on my wool cap, nuzzling her nose against it.

  “I can’t believe you did that for me,” she said, breaking our silence.

  “Well, I felt bad,” I said. “I did, after all, kinda… you know, steal the novella from you.” She laughed sweetly, obviously amused by our little joint deception.

  “I think we started this all off on the wrong foot,” she said. “You saw a failing in my character,” said Esme, looking wistful, disappointed in herself. “I got too greedy with my love of books. That’s not really who I am.”

  “That’s okay,” I reassured her. “I probably would have done the same thing.”

  “I’m just so relieved that it worked out,” said Esme, smiling, kissing my hat again. “Thank you.”

  “And I’m not that manipulative,” I interjected. “I mean, not usually,” I said, giggling. “I can be, obviously, but I try to only use my powers for good.”

  “That’s big of you,” Esme teased. Reaching behind her head, she undid her bun and let her beautiful red hair tumble down over her shoulders, shaking her head to fluff her hair out.

  “Mmm,” I cooed, my eyes looking over to her deeply colored hair, lifting my hand up and allowing my fingers to lazily play with her subtle curls.

  “Let’s wipe all of it clean, okay?” asked Esme.

  “Sure,” I said. “We can start fresh.”

  “I really want to make a good impression on you, Amelia,” admitted Esme, chewing softly on her lip. “I like you.”

  I smiled, I kissed Esme on her lips once cheerfully, and then a gave a little closed-mouth titter.

  “I like you, too,” I said after a moment.

  “You don’t think I’m…” said Esme, averting her eyes for a moment in thought, her lips straightening. “I don’t know, a bit too old for you?”

  “No,” I said. “I like that about you. I’ve always felt a bit more mature than my age. And plus, you’re totally gorgeous,” I said, pawing at her with my fingers. “I’m smitten!”

  “I just worry that our interests will diverge,” said Esme, intertwining her arm with mine, our bodies resting against each other in those small train seats. “I’ve been with younger girls before.”

  “I don’t want to worry about it,” I said, admiring her beauty. Her face was loving and delicate, the little freckles under her eyes peeking out from her makeup. “And besides, I’m excited for you to teach me… you know,” I said, feeling slightly embarrassed by what I was hinting at. “Stuff.” Esme laughed.

  “Wait!” she said, eyes widening, looking at me seriously. “You’re not wearing the… “ she said, lowering her voice when she spoke the next word. “Plug… right now, are you?” I cackled and gripped onto her arm tightly. Her face was one of amazement.

  “No!” I admitted. “No, I’m not. But I totally should have. That thing is mind-bending.”

  “Mind-bending!” repeated Esme with a laugh. “You’re cute.”

  “Aw shucks,” I said with mock bashfulness. We again relaxed into one another in silence, enjoying that we had found each other, both excited for the explorations ahead. I saw that the train was beginning to roll into downtown Chicago and I looked out of the window.

  “What do you want to do?” asked Esme. “It’s not even noon yet,” she said, gazing down at her watch.

  “I want to sit by a fire,” I said. “And maybe have a warm drink!”

  “Oh!” she said, as though a lightbulb had appeared over her head. “There’s that bar at Kedzie and Armitage. I know they have a fireplace. And comfortable chairs.”

  “That would be really nice,” I said with a happy smile. “I could use the warm up.”

  *

  After having a few warm coffee drinks at the bar, each spirited with a bit of whiskey, Esme and I walked arm-in-arm back to her condo. We laughed as we endured the cold, blustery winds and small snowflakes pelting our faces, enjoying ourselves in spite of the temperature. At one point I slid on a patch of ice and Esme caught me, quickly righting me, even though she was the one who was wearing impractical shoes for the elements. With Esme, I felt like I was hanging out with an old friend, someone who understood me without all the pretense, someone I could be open with about anything. I think her age played a role in that as well. Maybe she was more like an older sister. An older sister that had her life together, was a bit more elegant and comfortable with herself, and someone who knew how to get what she wanted.

  I tried not to think of her too much as an older sister, though. Because I wanted to, you know, have sex with her as well. It was difficult for me not to think sexual thoughts around Esme. The more I thought about her, the more I wanted to be with her. I knew it had only been a couple days, and I knew there was always that lusty infatuation period, but she was good at melting my nerves and riling up my passions. I couldn’t get enough of her.

  As we came up to her front door, Esme took her house keys in her black leather gloved hand and adroitly opened it up, allowing me to enter first. I kicked the snow off my boots and jumped inside, Esme entering behind me, she herself removing her winter hat, her hair remaining perfect under its keep. I didn’t know how she did it, staying so put together and polished. But I just decided to enjoy it.

  “You’ve got some snow in your hair,” I said, noticing a few little white flakes near the bottom of her red hair. Reaching out, I ran my hand over it to melt the flakes and causing Esme to offer up a demure smile.

  “Thank you,” she said. “C’mon, let’s go up.” Esme motioned with her head toward the staircase in front of us.

  I followed Esme upstairs, her long black coat flowing behind her. She began unbuttoning it as we ascended and I followed her lead, unbuttoning my own coat and finding myself thankful for the warmth of her building. At the top of the stairs and nearing her door, I stepped out of my boots while Esme gracefully removed her own shoes, brushing them off, and delicately setting them on a pre-placed towel to dry off. Her movements entranced me, all of them so measured and thoughtful.

  We pushed through her condo door, removing our coats, tossing our bags, scooting across the wood floor in just our socks. There was an uncertainty in the air, something unspoken, but a familiar feeling that we both gave off. Standing there in the entryway of her condo, both of us silent, Esme slinked toward me, slid her arms around my waist, and leaned in for a soft, sweet, sensual kiss.

  I eagerly returned her embrace, our heads tilting slightly as we kissed, my hands wrapping around her back, fingers half-covered by the length of my sweater arms. Our faces were cold as they touched, but they were quickly heating up. Her pale skin was rosy from the wintry weather. I moaned softly, ardently, as our lips collided. I felt safe with Esme, happy, where I was supposed to be.

  After a few loving moments of kissing, Esme pulled away from me and stepped back. She raised her fingers up to her button-down shirt and began to undo the top few buttons. />
  “Come with me,” she said, turning away from where we stood in the entryway and walking across her condo toward her bedroom. She continued to unbutton her shirt as she walked and I eagerly trailed behind her. I was excited for what I knew was next.

  As we entered Esme’s bedroom, she pulled her arms out of her shirt and tossed it on top of her dresser. She slowly turned around to face me and grinned, standing there in her lacy black bra, a grey wool pencil skirt, and black leggings. Putting one arm behind her back, I watched as her bra suddenly went loose. Esme buckled her shoulders, causing her bra to slide down off her arms and exposing her beautiful, bounteous breasts. I could feel a little ache in my lower half, a frenzied thrill brewing deep inside of me as I looked upon her chest. She caught me staring and smiled at me.

  “Help me out of my work clothes,” said Esme seductively, shaking her hips the slightest bit. I just nodded and moved toward her, feeling myself moisten under my panties as I closed in on her half-naked figure.

  I tenderly put my hands on Esme’s sides once I was in front of her, moving my eyes up and down, looking into her face, her chest with its smattering of freckles, the slender curve of her belly. I then lowered down onto my knees, my hands tracing over her hips and thighs as I settled down on the floor. Esme put one hand on her bare side and braced herself with her other hand against the dresser.

  Reaching now behind Esme, I searched for the zipper of her skirt and once I found it I carefully slid it down, causing her skirt to loosen. I took hold of her skirt at the waist and helped pull it down over her hips as she shifted back and forth, pumping her legs. Once at her thighs, the skirt easily came down and off, Esme stepping out of it to allow me to completely remove it.

  She was now only in her thick black winter tights and I could see the subtle outline of her panties underneath. I could feel my heart rate increasing. I was beginning to feel drunk. Not from the the afternoon drinks at the bar, but rather lust-drunk. I wanted to see more of her body.

  “Keep going,” she said, looking down to me, grinning impishly. I looked up to her and nodded obediently.

  I threaded my fingers into the top of her tights, beginning to pull them down over her butt, descending her hips and thighs, and yanking them down her smooth, pale legs. I helped Esme get them off her feet, one foot at a time, and then I dropped them onto the floor along with her skirt. Now she was just in a pair of black panties, fabric upfront and quite obviously a thong in the back as I could see the light skin of her ass on the side.

  “Mmm,” sighed Esme, still looking down at me, watching. She moved her hands down to her panties, pushing her thumbs into the elastic band and tilting the front fabric forward, exposing the thinly shorn redness of her pubic fur. I reached out for her but she stopped me. “Nope,” she said. “Now you take off your sweater.”

  “Okay,” I said quietly. My eyes remained focused on her panties, her fingers still playing with the fabric and exposing her hair below. I gingerly pulled at my sweater hem, bringing it upwards and over my head, letting it fall from my hands while I sat down there on the floor wearing my small bra. As I’ve said, I’m not really that big up top and my bra doesn’t even have an underwire.

  “Take that off too,” said Esme, transferring her weight to one side as she watched me. I followed her command, slipping out of the straps of my bra, turning it a bit, and sliding it upwards over my head. My small chest was now exposed, my nipples hard as I was feeling a bit cold, tiny little dots poking out from my diminutive breasts. I rested there now only wearing my own winter leggings and a thick pair of wool socks over top of my feet.

  “Do you like having me order you around?” asked Esme wryly.

  “Mm hmm,” I admitted.

  “I like doing it,” she said with a giggle. She then folded her panties over onto themselves, exposing more of her trim bush, and causing the stretchy elastic band to loosen. Moving one hand behind her back, Esme picked at the top bit of the thong, pushing it down, her stretchy panties loosening even more. I watched intently, hypnotized by her movements, and I felt my heart skip a beat as her panties suddenly fell from her hips, crumbling down onto themselves and lingering at mid-thigh. I was directly in line with her beautiful, red pubic mound.

  “You’re so pretty,” I mused, lifting a hand up, wanting to touch her.

  “Take my panties down,” she said matter-of-factly. I moved my hand between her thighs and then lowered it, her panties collecting in my fingers, and then I slid them slowly down her silky legs. Esme stepped one foot out of her panties, then the other, and rather than tossing her panties aside with her other clothing, I hung onto them, gripping them between my fingers, the thin, barely-there fabric dangling from my paw.

  I raised up once more on my knees, still holding firm on Esme’s panties, my hands pressing onto her thighs. I could see the fire in her eyes, the desire, when I looked upwards at her, my face hovering just a few inches from her womanhood. Then I leaned in, nuzzling my nose into her tightly shorn fur, feeling the little prickles of it on my skin. I hummed happily against her bush.

  Then I opened my mouth and released my tongue.

  In a slow, deliberate move, I ran my tongue from the bottom of Esme’s slit all the way up to the top, ending at her clit. She moaned joyfully as I did this, she herself obviously eager for my touch just as I was eager to touch her. Her pussy was already moist from our disrobing foreplay and I could taste her sweetness easily. It made me happy to savor her flavor.

  “That’s nice, Amelia,” said Esme, her approval filling me with love.

  Pressing my tongue against her once more, her lips parted, allowing my tongue to explore the space between them. The tip of my tongue touched her soft, pink, glimmering hole, moving inside of it just the littlest bit, until I continued my lap upwards, giving her clit a couple of desirous licks, kissing it wetly, enjoying the feeling of her moistness coating my mouth.

  “Mmm,” she sighed, delicately lowering her hand and placing it atop my head. She petted me softly as I licked her back and forth, slurping on her gorgeously tender pussy. I buried my lips against her clit now and suckled at it, feeling the smallness of her nub in my mouth, amorously attending to her pleasures. Esme moaned as I sucked and I beamed with my face against her pussy, her wetness creaming my face.

  I dropped her panties from my fist now, letting them fall down the front of her leg and land on her foot. With my hand free, I moved it between her legs and gently began massaging her pussy lips, rolling my fingers over their smooth softness, tilting my head to the side to get a better angle. With two fingers pressed together, I parted her lips and fondled through them, slipping my fingers as far back as her ass, caressing over her taint, and then entering her aroused hole with a firm and adoring pressure.

  “Oh God,” moaned Esme, stumbling a little bit where she stood but catching herself with her hand braced on the dresser next to us. With my fingers penetrating her and my lips slurping on her, I praised her from below, looking upwards and watching her breasts subtly sway side to side as she held herself up. The wonderful smell filling my nostrils from where I sat, face nestled deeply against Esme’s womanhood, could only be described as a vanilla rose. I breathed in deeply as I pleasured, my fingers thumping into her and becoming coated with her milky juiciness.

  With one hand still on the dresser, the other on my head, Esme steadied herself as her thighs began to quake. I could tell she was getting overheated quickly, loving my deft moves on her undercarriage, so I focused intently on her clit, sucking it, flicking it with my tongue, slurping on it as though I were eating a very ripe peach. I plunged my fingers far inside of her, leaving them engulfed in her pinkness, offering her some firm pressure and pulling my fingers outward yet remaining inside. Esme squirmed even more, her hips gyrating, her mouth opening and panting out quick breaths. Her chest was beginning to heave up and down as her outward portrayal of her inward excitement mounted.

  “Oh!” she called, her hips and ass suddenly shifting side to sid
e, her pussy clenching hard on my fingers and then releasing, clenching and releasing. I could feel Esme’s fingers knitting into my hair, gripping to me and almost pulling my hair, trying to remain upright as her limbs shivered and shook, so obviously tumbling over that wonderful precipice of orgasmic intuition.

  Slowly, I pulled my lips back from her clit, giving it another adoring lick, yet allowing her to enjoy her orgasm without causing her a tickle or a sensation overload. I gently eased my fingers from her wet, contracting hole, longingly petting her swelled lips once my fingertips exited. Her pussy was just so beautiful, so wonderful, so intriguing. I gave her lips an affectionate and light pinch, causing her to giggle and squirm.

  “Oh my,” she said, her face shaking, eyes closed. Esme brought both hands to her chest and clenched onto her breasts, giving herself a tender squeeze as she tumbled through her spasming delight. “That was…” she began, searching for the appropriate word. “That was, just… Mmm!” I laughed and gave her pussy yet another worshiping pet.

  “I adore you,” I said softly, nuzzling my face against her wetness, feeling again the soft bristling of her groomed copper fur.

  “Mmm,” mused Esme contentedly. She lovingly ran her fingers through my hair, her face offering an expression of lusty fulfillment. “Let’s move to the bed.”

  “Okay,” I said, giving Esme’s pussy one more kiss and then rising up off of the floor with her helpful hands. I smiled at her as I reached her height and she leaned in and kissed me, our lips melding together amid the still present juices of her folds. I felt Esme’s hands thread into the elastic waistband of my leggings, fingers pushing down into them and into my panties underneath.

  “Let’s take these off, too,” she said. Stretching the material out, Esme drew my leggings down over my ass, bringing my panties along with them, peeling the fabric off of my skin and pulling it down my thighs. I felt a wave of chilliness mixed with a bit of shyness as she removed my clothing. But I was happy to have the attention and eager for her touch. She bent at the knees to take my tights all the way day and I stepped out of them with her help, my wool socks coming off with them in the process.