The Lusty Librarian

by Matt Coolomon

  Her pussy spasmed.

  Time to move on. As she opened the fastenings of her ass-hugging black trousers (the only sexy pair she owned), the computerized voice on her eReader said, “It was obvious what was going to happen now. She was being positioned for him to be able to screw her. She had never been with anyone other than her husband and she was about to be fucked by another man.”

  Sam felt a stab of jealousy for the philandering wife. She wanted to be fucked by a man, any man. No, be honest, not just any man will do anymore. But at any rate, she had none. Only her fingers. And she had a feeling masturbating wasn’t going to be satisfying. But it’s all she had. Naked, she sat down on the chair and spread her legs. Her pale pussy, still bald from yesterday’s shave, felt smooth under her fingertips. She parted the plump, puffy lips to reveal wet pink folds between. The inner lips, like a lacy flower, glistened with moisture as they guarded her tightly closed hole. As Petro sank a big thick cock into Natalie, Sam inserted one slender finger, watching as it disappeared and re-emerged, glistening with her arousal.

  Enough. She needed to come NOW. Sam’s pink little clit was peeking shyly from under its hood, and she attacked it without mercy, circling the sensitive, erect organ hard and fast, watching her lips move as she stroked herself. She climaxed as Natalie received a pussy full of the old man’s semen.

  But the story was not finished, and neither was Sam. She turned to kneel on the seat and looked over her shoulder, wanting a different view of the action. How sexy it was to look at herself from behind. Round plump bottom, her swollen lips staying open to reveal her slit to anyone who might be watching, just like Natalie in the story flashing her tits at the window. Sam might be small breasted, but she had a nice round ass.

  Now Petro was introducing Natalie to his brother, who, Sam was sure, would be getting a taste of the curious young wife soon. How would that be? Greedy girl; not one partner but two. Cooper and his sexy research assistant... what was the vain young man’s name? Chris? Girly name. Naw. She didn’t want that fellow. Only Cooper. But listening to Natalie take one cock after another was turning her on, big time. Her folds, already wet, were now thoroughly coated. She reached between her legs. In the mirror, her little fingers appeared. They were too small to be the big, manly hands she wanted fingering her pussy, but she pretended and slipped two of them into the juicy hole. She never did this. Her normal orgasms only came from rubbing her clit, but she was growing frustrated. The one she’d just had had fallen short. She watched her fingers slip in and out and, with her free hand, returned to circling the little erect nub.

  In the story, Carlos had just finished fucking Natalie in the back of the car and getting up off her so Petro could take his place. Sam pressed her fingers in deep and caressed her clit. Her second orgasm was harder than the first, and her pussy clamped down tight. If a man was fucking her right now, that would feel really good. She imagined it, Cooper standing behind her, holding her hips and thrusting into her clenching hole.

  Her cries of pleasure rang through the house.

  ***

  Half an hour later, back at the library, Sam tried hard not to act flustered. She was sure her cheeks were pink. Of course she had washed her hands, but the faint aroma of aroused woman was still detectable under a spritz of lilac-scented perfume. She had, uncharacteristically, left her hair down to spill around her shoulders.

  “Hello, Samantha,” a familiar voice said.

  Sam gulped and pasted on a smile, sure it looked fake and nervous. Cooper had extended his hand. She took it, wondering what he would think if he knew what those little fingers had just been doing. Then her face flamed.

  He gave her a funny look, but seemed in no hurry to release her. “Not cold today? It’s miserable outside. Glad you’re staying warm.”

  “Yes. I think you reset my internal thermostat.” Where had that come from? It was true on far too many levels. Her cheeks burned even hotter.

  Then she walked him, still holding his hand, over to the local history section. They didn’t speak, but a moment of wordless admiration passed between them. He lifted her hand to his lips. She let her thumb trace a line across his cheek. Then she walked away. She could feel his eyes on her butt as she returned to the counter, and she was glad she’d worn her sexy pants. Her shapeless sweater revealed very little, but at least Cooper now knew she had a nice ass.

  4

  Sam cursed quietly in her mind as the rain began to fall. And what was wrong with her that even in her own mind, she still had to curse quietly? Her stupid station wagon sat a mile back down the road, belching black smoke from under its hood, dead. Ahead she was still three miles from home. On a nice day, the walk would have been no problem. But it was neither nice nor day. In the winter, darkness fell early, long before she left the library.

  And now rain. It had been unseasonably warm this week, but this had not been predicted. And of course it would happen while she was out in it with nowhere to escape. Friday night, and most people were at the bars and clubs, restaurants and movies, and here she was trudging along the side of the road in a downpour.

  Headlights loomed out of the darkness and she edged closer to the shoulder. The car zoomed past her, stopped and backed up. Sam’s heart began to pound and she considered ducking into the undergrowth to hide.

  “Samantha?” That voice. She knew it. It was the voice of someone who put her at ease. Cautiously she crept towards the car and peered into the darkened window. The dome light flared illuminating the rugged, attractive features of Cooper Williamson.

  “I thought it was you,” he said. “Get in.”

  She considered for a moment. She didn’t know him a bit. Not really. “I’m soaked,” she prevaricated.

  “No matter. Get in before you catch your death.” She considered again. Sooner or later she would have to trust this man, if she wanted more than just fuel for her fantasies. She did, didn’t she?

  Sam opened the door and slipped into the passenger seat.

  “Where do you live?” he asked.

  “Straight ahead,” she replied.

  He coaxed the car into a smooth acceleration and glanced over at her. Even in the darkness she could feel his eyes on her.

  “Thank you,” she told him softly.

  “Where’s your car?”

  “It broke down. Again. I need to get a new one.”

  “Yes, you really should. It’s not safe for you to walk in the dark, even in a town as small as this one. You never know when there might be predators about.”

  “For all I know,” she quipped, only half teasing, “you might be one.”

  That seemed to give him pause. Then he reached across the console and took her hand. “Cold again,” he tutted, stroking the soft, damp skin. His warmth made Sam close her eyes. “I’m not a predator, Samantha. Though I will admit the thought of pursuing you has... a certain appeal. I promise the hunt would end in things we both would enjoy.”

  Had he really just said that? She inhaled through her nose, and the scent of soap, cologne, and aroused man wafted over her. “Do you mean that?”

  “Yes.” A simple, unqualified answer. Perfect.

  “Do you have plans for this evening?”

  “I was just going to grab some takeout and watch a movie at my apartment. Why do you ask?”

  “Well...” she toyed with his fingers a bit. “I have a pork roast with vegetables in my crock pot, if you’d prefer that. And, well, if you want a movie, I have quite a collection. That is, unless you’d rather be alone?” She swallowed nervously. He’d all but said he wanted to be with her, but the nagging little voice in her head wouldn’t leave her alone.

  “You’re inviting me for dinner?”

  “Yes. Maybe, like... a date?”

  “A date.” She could hear the smile in his voice. “I like dates. And roast. And movies are always best shared with pretty ladies. Do you kiss on the first date?”

  “I don’t know anymore. I guess you’ll have to find out. Turn right h
ere.”

  He turned.

  “Second house on the left.”

  He pulled into the empty driveway. Sam didn’t wait for him to get the door. She scampered right to the house. He was behind her a moment later, pressing his body against hers, touching his lips to the side of her neck.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, but spoiled her no-nonsense question with a soft moan as his teeth scraped gently over her skin.

  “Turn around.”

  She obeyed, complaining the whole while. “It’s freezing out here. Can’t we just go in....” her words were cut off as his mouth covered hers. She considered putting up a protest, but in the end she just melted.

  Way to show him you’re no easy girl, her conscience scolded as she opened and met his questing tongue with her own. She ignored the little voice, intent on enjoying the first kiss she’d had in at least eight years.

  “Yes,” Cooper said. “Let’s go in.”

  Sam sputtered a bit, but in the end unlocked the door. Inside the cozy pine and gold living room, she stripped off her sodden jacket and hung it on the inside doorknob. She would have to run it through the dryer later. Her shoes she abandoned on the mat. She still felt clammy though, and uncomfortably cold.

  She stripped off her sweater, and Cooper, who stood watching a few steps away, sucked in his breath. Sam licked her lips. Her turtleneck, wet as it was, clung to her slender figure like a second skin. Her sodden black pants did the same. Her shape was now completely revealed to Cooper’s searching eyes. Including her nipples, which, she noted, stood sharply erect and visible.

  “I need to change,” she said.

  “Do you think...” he broke off, gulped, and tried again. “I hope you don’t think this is too forward but... do you have any clothes that actually fit you?”

  She nodded and hurried into the bedroom. She was wet to the skin and quickly stripped out of everything, pulling on a pair of clean track pants that hugged her curvy bottom and a blue hoodie. She considered underwear, but in the end, what did it matter? It just made unpleasant lines under her clothes and she didn’t really need it.

  The thought of approaching Cooper with nothing under her garments gave her a little thrill anyway. Not that she was going to give him anything. Not tonight. She had to have enough willpower for that, didn’t she?

  Over dinner, she noticed that Cooper’s eyes dropped frequently to her chest, the caressing of his gaze served just as well as hands to keep the nipples sharply erect. But his enigmatic expression gave her very little to go on. He’d asked to see her figure, but did he like it?

  “So, Samantha,” he said over a sip of red wine, “are you single, divorced, or what?”

  “Widowed, actually,” she replied.

  He winced. “Sorry.”

  “It’s okay. It’s been a long time.”

  “How long? You’re too young for it to have been ‘a long time’.”

  “I’m 35,” she replied. “Jaden’s been gone ten years.” She couldn’t keep the note of sorrow from her voice, but at least she was able, finally, to talk about it without tearing up.

  “What happened?”

  She snorted and gave a wry half-smile. “He was street racing and crashed.”

  “Street racing?” he looked askance at her.

  “I didn’t approve, of course. There’s a reason that’s illegal. But we were quite adventurous. Skydiving, scuba diving, riding motorcycles. I didn’t become the stuffy, buttoned-up librarian until... after.”

  “Oh. Sorry.”

  “Ancient history,” she dismissed it with a shrug. Although it wasn’t. But her dead husband was hardly date conversation. “What about you?”

  “I’m single,” he replied. Nothing more.

  “Would you like some more wine?” she asked, trying to get the evening back on track.

  “No thanks. I’m good. How about that movie, though?”

  Sam nodded. That might break the ice a little. They loaded the dishes into the dishwasher, and she took Cooper’s hand and walked him back to the living room.

  “What would you like to watch?” she asked.

  “Surprise me.”

  “Famous last words,” she joked. But then she pulled out a film everyone loved, The Wizard of Oz, and popped it in the DVD player.

  She joined him on the black leather sofa and slipped her hand back into his. He played with her fingers, stroking them, lifting her hand to his mouth so he could kiss each little digit, nipping the sensitive tips.

  “Hmmm,” she hummed. “I like that.”

  He gave a little tug, pulling her against his body. She loved how firm and trim he was. Just as a man should be. He cupped the back of her neck and held her in place while he lowered his mouth to hers again.

  This time she suffered no internal monologue. The little voice, it appeared, had caved in to the inevitable.

  Cooper plundered Sam’s mouth with one long, hot tongue kiss after another, and she just opened and let it happen. He had a bit of a dominating streak that she found she rather enjoyed. No need to ask her permission. He just devoured her like the predator he’d claimed not to be.

  She could feel her pussy moistening as the kiss went on, and she imagined being totally easy and inviting Cooper to stay the night, stretching out on her bed while he mounted and filled her. The thought made her moan.

  And then she moaned again. While he still held her neck with one hand, the other had found its way to the front of her shirt and was cupping her breast.

  He released her mouth with a loud smack and looked down. “I’ve been wanting to do this all day,” he said. Then he closed his hand, gently massaging her little globe. That felt good, but when he started to pluck and tweak the nipple, that was even better. Her pussy was now drenched and throbbing, and she thought again about inviting him to stay. Certainly, even if she said nothing, that’s the direction they were headed.

  He kissed her again as he squeezed and worked first one breast and then the other.

  “I want more, Samantha,” he murmured against her mouth. “Can I look at these?”

  She nodded. He slowly lifted her shirt, eyes glowing in admiration at the sight of the hard peaks he’d been fondling. She sucked in her breath.

  “Very pretty,” he said. He shifted their position, lowering her to lie on the couch and covering her with his body. His hard, erect cock ground into her belly. It felt like a nice size. He lowered his face to her breasts. She inhaled sharply as his mouth headed for one of her aching nipples. Then he caught it between his teeth, not roughly, just holding it still while he lashed it with his tongue.

  “Ohhhh,” she sighed at the sweet stimulation. He worked and worked the little nub until she feared she might come just from his mouth on her nipple.

  “Cooper?”

  “Hmmm?” he lifted his head.

  “The other one is getting jealous.”

  “Is that right?” He raised one eyebrow. “Can’t have that.” As requested, he captured her neglected left nipple and treated it to a long sweet suck.

  “Oh, that’s good,” she whimpered.

  Cooper captured her hand and led it to his erection. “I never move this fast,” he said, “but I really want this inside you.”

  “Cooper, I...” Whether she was going to say yes or no, she still wasn’t sure. Because at that moment the phone rang.

  “Oh drat,” she said, again kicking herself for sounding like an old lady. She wriggled from under Cooper’s body and dug the phone out of her wet purse. “It’s my mother,” she said, cursing a little on the inside. “If I don’t take it, she’ll never let me hear the end of it.”

  She straightened her shirt out and answered. By the time she was able to stop her mother’s inane nattering, Cooper was sitting upright on the couch, the swell in his trousers noticeably deflated.

  “That got a little out of hand,” he said.

  “It did,” she agreed. “Not that I’m sorry exactly.”

  “Neither am I, but...”r />
  “Yes. Enough for the first date.”

  He nodded. “I’d better go but...”

  “But?”

  “I’d like to go out again soon.”

  “Oh good.” Relief washed over Sam. “How soon.”

  “Would tomorrow work?”

  “Most definitely.”

  “How about the afternoon?”

  “Anything you’d like.” Oops. That didn’t come out quite right. “Should I dress up?”

  “Just wear something that fits,” he replied, rising and walking to the door.

  She trailed after him. In the doorway, he grabbed her and treated her mouth to another of those deep, wet kisses.

  “Dream about me,” he growled in her ear.

  “Oh, I will,” she replied.

  One more kiss and he left.

  Sam hurried right to bed and massaged her clit into one orgasm after another.

  5

  Cooper couldn’t sleep. That had been as close as he had been to having sex in over a year. His last relationship had ended in his heart having been broken, so he had been kind of licking his wounds since then. This overseas move had been all about a fresh start, his love life being the main thing that needed freshening up.

  He hadn’t had a woman in his arms in too long, it seemed. He was lying there with a persistent erection and his balls were… well you guys feel about half full. He gave them a squeeze. They were slightly sore and felt tight.

  Cooper usually masturbated before going to sleep. This would be a good time for that, but no… he wanted to wait. Jacking off was fine for relief when nothing else was available. He had a strong feeling that ‘nothing else being available’ was suddenly not the case.

  It was so perfect it was almost funny. This is exactly what the small town of Oakville would expect of the new museum manager and widowed librarian. It was as if he was playing a part in a little story. Totally absurd. Well, actually, he had played a part in one of his own stories once. But that was different. I mean, I did… but that was just writing myself in so I could pretend to be there, and narrate for the reader. It was nothing like this. This is real life, not some made up fantasy.