When Stella was a young girl, she had a crush on Billy Ray. Billy was 14 and Stella was 12; she had no idea what real love was and absolutely no clue as to what sex was, but she knew she really liked Billy. The two of them would study after school in the city library and Stella would try desperately to overcome her shy nature and flirt, but Billy seemed not to notice and would scribble in his notebook rather than pay attention to her idle girly chattering. “Billy, what are you drawing?” she asked, thinking perhaps showing an interest in his art might win him.
“I really don’t think you want to see this.” he responded, “It’s a little too mature for you and I am afraid you’d be embarrassed.”
Stella wanted to impress him, so in a moment of bravado that came from God knows where she blurted out, “I’m more mature than you think!”
“OK, if you say so; here take a look”
She looked at the notebook and began to blush and then handed it back. “See I told you, it was too mature for you” he said and laughed at her. She knew she was blushing and thought it couldn’t get any worse, but then he asked that one question that creates panic in every young girl. “I’ll bet you’re still a virgin, aren’t you?” The panic flooded her mind and body because she didn’t want him to think she was a child, but she was a virgin and a good girl. Her head and eyes lowered and she shook her head. The panic increased when he said, “Really, I would have never guessed; you being so young.” That said, he put his hand on her bare knee and began to slide it up her thigh, under her skirt.
She bolted out of the library, her face was on fire and she was crying. All she wanted was to have him like her for who she was, but she had lied and was a good girl. From that day she avoided Billy Ray, which became easier when he went off to high school leaving her behind. By the time she went to high school his family had moved and he was no longer a threat, but the image she saw in his notebook and her desire to be the one he or someone like him wanted was still there.
When she was old enough, she became an assistant at the library. It wasn’t glamorous; most of the time she just checked in the books being returned and then put them back on the shelf according to their Dewy Decimal designation. Most of the boys her age who came into the library just wanted to know where the “Art” books were, because they knew that was where they could find “nudes”. It was all too disgusting for her as she thought about the boys taking the books home to ogle and possibly masturbate.
When she graduated from high school she was still a virgin and was rapidly becoming the stereotypical “librarian” right down to the dark rimmed glasses. She decided that a degree in Library Science wouldn’t be so bad since she was burying herself among the stacks anyway. One day, one of the teaching assistants came into the campus library, asked for some assistance and then said, “I’ve seen you before and was wondering if you’d like to get coffee some time?” She looked at him as a man for the first time and realized he wasn’t all that bad looking. He was a bit disheveled and bookish, but he had a playful look in his eyes and it would be her first date in a while, so she agreed. They met at a coffee shop off campus, drank coffee and got to know each other. At the end of the night he brought her back to her apartment, gave her a quick kiss and hurried off. There were several more dates and kisses and one thing led to another until they found themselves in his bed. She was still a virgin when he took her and she discovered the slut within. He wasn’t the most versatile lover in the world, but she didn’t know that; all she knew was that she loved sex.
The next day at the library she went to the stacks and pulled out books on Tantric Sex and the Kama Sutra and stuffed them into her book bag. The genie had been let out of the bottle and Stella discovered that there was much more to be learned than what was being taught in the classes she attended. She began to understand why she panicked when Billy Ray touched her knee and that the experience caused her to suppress her desires, but Jason the teaching assistant had taken his time and that was all she needed. The books she had borrowed took her even further along her path of sexual discovery. She began to touch herself and discovered things her partner had not shown her and then showed him. She would meet him at lunch, between school and work and whenever possible after work. It wasn’t that she loved him, but was using him to discover herself.
One night after she left the library she headed straight for his apartment and when the door opened she blurted out, “I want you to eat my pussy, while I suck your cock!” The last word had left her lips before she realized he wasn’t alone. Another teaching assistant had come over to compare notes on an upcoming class, and was sitting at the kitchen table when she made her announcement. She felt that flush in her face; the same one she had felt at 12, but at 22 she wasn’t going to run. “When you have the time that is.” she offered nonchalantly. Jason introduced her to his friend (Rick), who was taller and more kempt. She could tell he was a bit more athletic that Jason and perhaps a year or two older. “I hope I didn’t embarrass you, but I had this craving and couldn’t wait to tell Jason”
“I wish I had someone pounding on my door making offers like that” he said, “Jason you’ve been holding out on me, but now I understand why you’ve been so busy. Where did you find her and does she have a sister?”
Stella stood there listening to Rick speak as if she wasn’t in the room, while Jason stood there dumbfounded. “He met me at the library where I work and I do not have a sister” she told him with a hint of aggravation in her voice.
Rick suddenly felt a bit awkward; he picked up his books and papers and started for the door. “I guess I better get going, you two have things to do. Sorry I didn’t mean it that way; it was nice meeting you Stella, maybe we’ll see each other around. I need to get to the library more often.” He was rambling and trying to escape and Stella knew that he was definitely more uncomfortable than she was. She nodded and turned away as Jason showed him to the door.
Once the door was closed Jason turned towards her with a scowl on his face. “That was very embarrassing. Rick isn’t just a teaching assistant; he’s my superior and doles out the assignments.”
“Well he’s gone now, so there’s nothing I can do. But as I recall I doled out an assignment when I walked through the door.” she said, trying to make light of the situation.
“I’m sorry Stella, but that was a bit unnerving and I really don’t feel like having sex right now”
The words entered her ears and her eyes widened. “Jesus” she thought, “I’m being cut off because I offered him my cunt and a blowjob in front of his boss” She was not happy; much like an addict whose supplier had just said “sorry no drugs”. She didn’t know any other suppliers and she was being sent away without her fix. She tried reasoning with him, but to no avail; he wasn’t going to give her what she wanted. She left his apartment and went back to her own place. She was angry and frustrated when she began to run a bath. She poured a glass of red wine, drank it down and poured another glass. She went back to the tub, added some bubble bath and finished the second glass of wine then started to take off her clothes. In her head she was stripping and she was doing it in front of a man, but it wasn’t Jason; just a dark figure in her mind. She finished her striptease, poured another glass of wine, dimmed the light and stepped into the tub.
As she laid there with eyes closed, she began to rub and squeeze her breasts while thinking about the dark figure. Her hand became his as her nipples became erect and she put her right index finger on her clit. She didn’t think about Jason; she imagined her dark lover kneeling beside the tub, bathing her while she was blindfolded and touching her as he wanted. Her imagination had him doing things she had only seen described in books and they worked, she brought herself to climax twice and then just drifted. When she opened her eyes the water was cooler, but the warm feeling inside remained. She sipped the wine, finished bathing and then showered.
She went to bed after her bath and let her dreams fulfill her. When she woke in the morning, she knew there had to be someone other than Jason who could and would make her sexual fantasies into very hard realities. She went to her classes, but didn’t seek out Jason at lunch or after school; instead she went to work and tried not to think about sex. Things were pretty normal until she was sent to retrieve a book that was in the stacks at the back of the library. As she searched for the book, she could hear noises coming from the next aisle; they were familiar sounds, but seemed out of place in the library. A girl was moaning much as she did during sex, but this was the library; a public place. She peeked over the books on the shelf and could make out two naked figures on the other side.
She didn’t say a word as the boy and girl caressed, kissed and began to fuck. There was no one else around, and she was only there by chance. The boy put his hand over the girl’s mouth when she was about to cum and her cries were growing louder. Stella watched and realized that she had grown wet while watching. She retrieved the book and returned to the front desk with the image of the couple still in her mind and her pussy very wet. A bit later on she saw the boy and girl as they were leaving; she smiled a nodded as they walked by not realizing that they shared a secret.
That evening she went to a little shop off campus that had a secret room and a closet with a variety of dildos and vibrators. It was a secret because the community was rather prudish and the owner didn’t want to have problems. When Stella asked about the room, the owner was happy to show her. “I get lots of girls from the college and several of the female faculty members, but I can’t say which ones. There are even a couple of male faculty members that shop on occasion; the funny thing is I never have more than one person show up at a time.” Stella smiled and explained what she wanted and that it would b nice if it could be used in the tub or shower too. The owner took a vibe off of a wall hook and said, “I think this will put a smile on your face.” Stella hoped so as she paid for it and a package of 20 AA batteries. That night she finished the bottle of wine and soaked in the tub with her new best friend; which proved to be much more satisfying than Jason. She imagined being naked in the stacks and making love as the young couple had as her vibrator hummed and her pussy responded.
Later on that week she found herself in another far corner of the library. She was returning books to the shelves when she heard girl’s voices. She was about to step around the corner and tell them to whisper, when she heard one of the girls say, “That’s it, lick harder pledge. Lick me the way you like to be licked” Stella froze in her tracks and slowly looked around the corner of the book shelf. There in the corner of the room were 2 girls from the tri-Delta sorority; one was the Pledge Mistress and the other a pledge trying to earn her pin. Stella again waited quietly in the wings as the participants enjoyed their sexual liaison. Both girls enjoyed each others cunts and only stopped when Stella let out a moan while rubbing her clit. As the girls hastily dressed, Stella returned to her desk. She was beginning to realize the seductive powers of the library and the excitement that came from breaking the taboo of public exposure.
That night she began to experiment. She went to the archives and removed her clothes and then began to walk around as if she was invisible. There was definitely an excitement; as she passed by every aisle knowing that there might be someone in it. Her nipples were erect and hard, while her pussy became extremely wet. She did this a number of times during the coming week and even ventured out to a railing overlooking the main floor; she was daring the world to catch her; to see her.
What Stella didn’t know was that someone had seen her; not once, but several times he had quietly watched as she moved around the library. Rick Landers had talked with Jason and found out he had pushed Stella away the night he was there and saw it as an opportunity to approach her. He had gone to the library and asked for her, but was just told that she was somewhere back in the stacks. He had gone looking for her and found her clothes in a pile on the floor. He first saw her on her second sortie in the back stacks and tracked her quietly for the hour she pranced around until she returned to dress. He had surprised her once before and knew that she did not respond well to surprises. He came back every night and just watched and waited for her to shed her garments. He was not just sexually aroused by her, but enthralled with her independence and impudence. He left a note for her at the front desk, “You are driving me crazy and I want to know you in every way”. He signed it, An Inspired Book Worm. When she got the note, she asked who had left it and was told it was the same guy who had been looking for her all week. She imagined that it was Jason and that he had suddenly realized what he had given up, but she had no desire to resume with her former lover.
“Fuck him, I have needs he can’t even imagine” she thought on her way home. When she got home she looked at the note again and realized it wasn’t Jason’s handwriting and began to fantasize that it was the man she had imagined who always lurked in shadows as he played with her. This was the thought she took to bed with her that night. She laid in her nice warm bed and spread her thighs; her hands slowly moved over her freshly shaven and oiled legs and imagined being in the library stacks with her lover. He would push her naked body up against the book shelves and force her legs apart. He was a cop and was going to bust her for indecency if she didn’t do something very indecent with him. He ran his hands over her body as if she was dressed and he was patting her down, but instead of reaching in her pockets looking for contraband, he brought his fingers up to and then inside her wet pussy. She imagined him taking his night stick and slowly penetrating her with it. He wasn’t being brutal, but was forceful and she responded. In reality, she had taken her vibrator and begun to bring it in and out of her pussy as she imagined rubbing on the night stick.
She watched the scenario unfold behind her closed eyes and imagined him forcing his cock into her. She was wet and the nightstick had readied her for his cock. His thrust was deliberate as he demeaned her for being a perverted degenerate who liked exposing herself. Her body shook with pleasure as his thrust became harder and faster, “You need to be punished you perverted bitch, before someone more degenerate than you decides to rape you.” he said/she thought. That’s what he was doing, he was the degenerate rapist and she wanted it. She laid in her bed with the vibrator on high and cried out “Fuck me you degenerate bastard, fuck me” She felt the orgasm come and then several more as she kept pounding her pussy with the vibe and only quit when the batteries of her phantom lover died and the image faded. She laid there with her fingers wrapped around the vibe just floating. “I need to get laid” she thought.
The next night when she got to work, she found another note. “Meet me in the stacks at 11 and let me make your fantasies come true” she read. It was the same hand writing and when she asked who had left it; no one seemed to know. Her pussy responded to the words by tightening and then becoming wet. She contemplated the meeting and became excited; she would do it, it was all part of her dream.
The library started to empty out around 9:30 PM; by 10:30 there were just a couple of students chatting at one of the tables. She had watched the door from 9 on and saw no one enter as the students were leaving. A call came in for her around 10:15, but when she went to the office the caller had hung up. “Probably my fantasy lover canceling on me, the bastard” she thought. The head librarian told her it was time to lock up, but Stella told her she had some work to do and would lock up when she left. She locked the door behind her boss and watched her fade into the darkness. If he was in the library; he was well hidden, but she would find him.
It’s funny how familiar surroundings can become eerie when there is no one around, but you. She went to the back of the library and cautiously searched for her hidden admirer. There was no sound or sign that anyone was there. She was about to leave when she saw a book lying on the floor in the filmography section and went over to retrieve it. She bent down and read the title; it was “Come Play With Me, the Life and Films of Mary Millington”. She wondered if it was a message and had no sooner put it in its proper place, when she got her answer.
“I’ve been waiting for you.” he said, but it was just a voice when she turned there was no one there.
“Who are you and where are you?” she demanded. The voice was familiar, but she couldn’t put a face to it. It could have been anyone who had approached her in the library for assistance.
“I’ve been watching you as you walked around the stacks naked. You wanted to be seen and yet remain unseen; I was amazed. I wanted to approach you, but decided to wait and see if there was more to your fantasy.” She listened and knew that this could be a part of her dream; just as the rape by the cop had been.
“What do you want?” she asked, anticipating his response.
“I want you to feel your cunt and tell me that you are wet” She didn’t really have to touch herself to discover that she was wet; she could feel it and felt it increase as she lifted her skirt and pushed her hand inside her panties.
Her fingers bathed in the silky fluid her pussy produced. “Well the voice demanded, are you wet”
She lowered her eyes and said “yes”
“Good, you are only going to get wetter. Remove your shirt; I want to see those lovely breasts.” She had no idea who was making these demands, but she was excited and she was in the open; invisible to the world, but visible and vulnerable to him. She slid the shirt up over her breasts and felt the cool air of the library on her naked flesh.
“Take it off and throw it on the floor” he said and she did as told. “Now face the stack and grab the shelf.”
She turned slowly, hoping that her admirer would show himself, but he didn’t. Instead he demanded that she pull down her panties and position herself so that her pussy and ass were “presented properly”. He then said, “And I want you to keep your eyes forward and shut” She almost felt helpless to deny him, even though she realized how dangerous this situation could be if he turned out to be a crazed stalker. Maybe it was that very danger that made her want to comply. It was as if he knew what she was thinking and in some respects he did. He had sat with her former boyfriend as the petulant young man whined about the girl whose fantasies he couldn’t satisfy. He had no intention of denying her or himself. Stella turned as directed and pulled down her panties and positioned herself in a way she thought he would find pleasing. With eyes closed, she grasped the book shelf.
“That’s nice, but I want your legs spread. I want to see your cunt begging for my cock” there was command in his voice and she did as told, but turned her head yet again to try and see who he was. “Close your eyes or I will leave you to think about what might have been.” Again she did as he demanded.
With her eyes closed she depended on her hearing, and cocked her head every time she thought she heard a sound. He must have removed his shoes she thought, because there was no sound right up to the moment he grabbed her hips. “Very nice” he said, “Your pussy is begging for it” he said, as he began to rub it and then penetrate it with his fingers. He knew what he was doing; there was no fumbling around. He used his hand to spread her open and to bring her to her first orgasm. “You are a brazen slut and you deserve both a good fucking and a good spanking; I am here to give you both.” The words had hardly entered her ear when she felt his cock push past her lips and drive deep into her pussy. He began giving her the fuck he had promised and just as she began to enjoy it she felt his hand come down flat against her ass. It stung and surprised her, but then again she liked surprises. Soon she couldn’t feel the sting of the spanking, only his cock as it drove deep inside of her over and over again.
Her climax washed over his cock as he continued to fuck her. She felt the wetness on her thigh and squeezed the shelf. He was enjoying this, she was everything he had anticipated and there was no hint of anything beyond desire in her cries. When he finally came her knees buckled and she wiggled her ass up against his hips. He brought his hand down once again and she again felt the sting. “Be good, or there will be no desert.” That said, he withdrew his cock and she once again felt his fingers probing her. When he finished, he reached around and put his wet fingers into her mouth. She sucked the cum from them like a child licking frosting off of a spoon. He took his hand away and as she savored the taste of their love making, he disappeared. It took her a moment to realize that she was alone and that her phantom lover had once again disappeared.
She stood there trying to figure out where he had gone with her panties around her knees. There was no sign and there was no sound, just that eerie silence that had been a prelude to what had just occurred, She grabbed her shirt and made her way to the ladies room, where she took her time cleaning up. His cum was good as it mixed with her own and she decided to keep the towel she had used to clean herself. “A souvenir” she thought. When she left the bathroom, she again expected or hoped to hear or see him, but she didn’t. What she did hear was the emergency door in the back of the library slam shut. She hadn’t turned on the alarm system yet so his exit was without alarm; in a way she was relieved; she had no idea how she would explain being in the library at 3 in the morning. When she returned to the front desk to turn off the lights there was another book sitting out where no book had been before; “I’ll Be Seeing You” by Joyce Glauser.
He did see her again too. In her last year at school she met him at least once every month. He always arranged the meeting by leaving a note at the library and instructions as to what to wear and where to meet. In each instance she was either made to wear a blindfold, a hood or made to keep her eyes tightly closed. Sometimes the desire to see him was almost greater than the desire to be fucked by him. On the day of her graduation, he left her a dozen roses and a note; “I will miss you”
She prepared for her graduation, but was stark naked under her gown. She graduated with honors and was asked to speak. Her speech was short and simple, “I want to thank the staff and faculty for all that they taught me; those lessons which will guide me through life. I also want to thank that mysterious stranger, who made my fantasies come true, whose memory will pleasure me on many a lonely night” There was a slight hesitation and a murmur throughout the room, but then it was as if every man and woman suddenly realized what she was talking about and started applauding. She left the college and took a job as an assistant librarian in Chantilly, Virginia; not that far from Washington D.C.
She tried dating men in a variety of professions, from political assistants to cops (the fantasy was still there), but the reality was most men had little or no imagination when it came to kinky sex. Some thought they could dominate her, but found they couldn’t. Some did abuse her and she had them arrested. She rapidly became bored and disinterested in dating. Ten years went by and she was made head librarian, which allowed her to spend hours after the library closed walking through the stack naked as she worked.
One day her office phone rang and when she answered there was no one there, just a song playing over and over again: “I'll be seeing you
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day through.”
Her heart pounded, it had to be him; he had found her and she desperately wanted to be found. The next day the phone rang again, she answered and that familiar voice said “Have you missed me; I’ve missed you. Leave the library door open tonight; I want you.”
It was as if she had stepped back in time and was 22 and fresh all over again. “Yes Sir” she said just before the phone went dead. It was almost eleven and she had been working in the stacks; naked as was her custom when she heard his voice.
“Mam. I’m afraid we’ve received complaints from passersby who have noticed you in here naked at night. I’m going to have to arrest you, so I want you to face the stack with your arms out stretched and your legs spread. You need to be punished you perverted bitch, before someone more degenerate than you decides to rape you.” he said.
“Well it’s about time; fuck me you degenerate bastard, fuck me” she said as she faced the stack. Rick continued to court her for another year, before he exposed himself to her. In one sense she was disappointed, but he swore, she’d never be bored.