Librarian in the Stacks

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While I was in high school, my aunt and uncle used to call me “Marian the librarian,” and predicted that’s what I would become. I knew nothing about The Music Man, a musical of bygone era, in which a traveling salesman invades a wholesome Midwestern town and attempts to steal the heart of Marian, the town librarian. Out of idle curiosity, I watched it one day, and enjoyed it very much indeed.But that is not why I eventually became a librarian. That story is quite a bit less savory than the musical.I was an ungainly, awkward teenager. Thin to a fault, hair too thick, lips too full, and the eyesight of a mole. With my plain cotton dresses, braided hair and tortoise shell glasses, I was not a prime candidate for Prom Queen.I hated those people, the popular ones. Not that I resented their popularity, I just resented when they flexed their superior attitudes by dumping on the likes of me and my friends. They were bullies, plain and simple. Yet, I knew deep down that their good looks and arrogance would get them nowhere in life without some brains and humility, of which they were devoid. Sooner or later, I believed, someone would take them all down a few pegs, and they would know all about what it was like to be humiliated.I had begun to be curious about sex, and even admit to becoming somewhat excited while watching some of the pornography that is all over the internet, but the idea of masturbating freaked me out. While most of my classmates almanbahis were probably masturbating morning, noon and night, I’d never even given myself an orgasm, at least I don’t think I had. I had a skinny ass and small boobs, and none of the guys even so much as looked at me.During the summer before my senior year, I underwent an odd transformation. My breasts grew, my hips filled. Other aspects of my body changed as well. It was as though I’d been given estrogen shots.But it was the breasts that fascinated me, and while exploring them with my hands one night, flicking the hard, stiff nipples that were super sensitive, I felt the strange sensation deep inside me. It was delicious and terrifying. Exploring them, playing with them, awakened a curiosity that quickly became urgent, and suddenly the idea of masturbating didn’t repulse me. I didn’t know what I was doing or if I was doing it right, but it sure felt good, and I did it until I was raw.But I still wasn’t sure about this orgasm experience. And while my fingers felt quite delicious inside me, I wondered what something bigger – like a man’s erect penis – would feel like.I lived with my private masturbatory lifestyle through college, came close to having a guy touch me someplace, but either I said something or he heard something or whatever, and I was still a virgin when I graduated and began to study library sciences in a post-graduate program. It was that program that brought almanbahis yeni giriş me to my internship, then provisional employment, at the Metropolitan Public Library.It was a very slow day during my second week. Very warm, and the air conditioning was inefficient, so it was basically me and the head librarian, Marsha Sykes. After I had shelved all there was to shelve, I snuck off to continue some of my research on sexuality. I discovered a series of videos that actual teach about sexual technique, and in great detail! While a man and woman undress each other, pet and then have intercourse, a narrator speaks, describing the man’s technique of licking his partner’s clitoris, or his partner’s method of sucking on the head of his erect penis. They were quite attractive and seemed to be giving each other great pleasure, seemingly unaware of the cameras. When the man was licking his partner’s vagina, his face buried inside of her, she began to arch her back and buck and scream as she grasped the sheets in tight fists. The narrator explained that she was having an orgasm. I decided that that was not something I had experienced. Yet.But tucked away in a corner booth with my headphones, as I watched that video, I felt myself become very wet, and when I went on to Episode Three, which was mutual masturbation, I did not even try to stop my hand as it traveled down between my legs, slipped under my skirt, inside the line of my panties, almanbahis giriş and down into my wet crevice. I watched how the man worked his fingers over the clitoris and slid two fingers inside of her. He was kneeling at her side, and as he played with her vagina, she took his penis into her mouth and moved her head forward and back. Time and again, she took the entire length of his large penis into her throat.I paused the video for a moment, slid my panties off, stuffed them into my purse, and pressed “play.”They got more and more excited and vigorous, and so did I, until the man put his fingers deep inside of the woman and began to really work his whole arm roughly back and forth, up and down. I thought he might be hurting her, but she started to scream again and grab his penis and suck on it and then her back arched again and she moaned long and low and his penis shot lines of white semen on her breasts and tummy.I was so enraptured, I didn’t even realize what I was doing to myself! I had my legs open, three fingers jammed inside of me, doing the same thing the man had been doing. When I saw the man ejaculating on the woman’s breasts, something burst inside me and I began to shudder uncontrollably. For a moment, I was afraid I was having a stroke as my body twitched and breath exploded from my lungs.As the twitching subsided, I pulled my hand from my lap. It was covered in a thin milky film. I felt the wetness between my legs. I had soaked myself. The seat of the chair was sticky. And the smell was both sour and sweet. I put a finger in my mouth and felt an instant lust.That was my first orgasm. It would be the first of many to occur in the public library. ***

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