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Sex In The Stacks

Book 1 of “The Librarian’s Horny Assistant”



by Pornelope

Artwork by Moira Nelligar



Copyright 2017 Pornelope



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~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~

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The library was closed for the day. Thank all the gods.

Cassia drew in a deep breath of relief, then let it out again in a gusty sigh. She’d gotten through another day.

She liked working at the library…usually. As jobs went, it was a good one…usually.

But when a whole busload of energetic third-graders descended… Well, she’d sooner have dealt with a plague of ravenous locusts or flesh-eating zombies.

She really should wait until she reached the safety of her small apartment to indulge in her nightly routine. But what the hell. She was tired, stressed, and she’d herded the last annoying little teenybopper out the door nearly twenty minutes ago. The library was empty. It was just remotely possible someone might venture out in the snowy cold after-hours and curiously peer through the frosty antique windowpanes…but the thick glass was so old and wavy, she doubted they’d be able to make out any details.

A low, sensual moan echoed in her throat as she lifted both hands to the frilled throat of her old-fashioned Victorian blouse. One by one, the buttons parted, revealing the long creamy column of her throat.

Better. Much better. But the lace-trimmed bodice was so restricting that she could barely take a full breath. She’d suffered through it, as she did every day, because the librarian of a small middle-of-nowhere town was supposed to dress the part. Staid, sensible, chaste, bland, sexless. Invisible. Part of the furnishings. A calm, placid voice dispensing quiet advice among the towering stacks of books.

Grimacing, she kicked off her practical navy pumps, and wiggled her toes. The thin carpet felt rough and oddly sensual beneath her sheer stockings.

She should wait until she was home to open more buttons…but it was the middle of winter. Darkness had fallen nearly two hours ago. And anyway, she’d be wearing a heavy coat when she made her way through the plowed snow drifts to where she’d parked her car. No one would be able to see her cleavage. And if a chilly wind snuck through the thick material, wouldn’t it feel delightfully sensual against her peaked nipples?

Daringly she opened the next three. Her full breasts nearly tumbled out of her lace-trimmed satin bra—the one secret luxury she allowed herself on workdays. Oh, it felt good to breathe deeply, and feel the cool air caress her skin!

A sudden creaking sound made her head snap around. Was there still someone in the building?

No, of course not. It was an old building, full of creaks and groans when icy winds blew past at high velocity.

But still…

Eyes narrowed, she padded across the room on silent bare feet. It had sounded like it was coming from the tiny break room at the end of the hallway…

A light was gleaming under the door! Frowning, Cassia laid a hand on the worn brass knob, and quietly turned it.

It never occurred to her to rebutton her blouse.

A lanky teenager was sprawled on the low couch, intently studying a very old book that looked almost ready to crumble in his hand. And as she stared in disbelief, his other hand glided urgently up and down over the crotch of his wide-open jeans.

Toby?”

The kid was so terrified that he nearly dropped the book in his mad scramble to jump up and fumble with his zipper. “Miz Cassia! I didn’t hear you…”

The word ‘come’ stuck in his throat, and he flushed an even deeper red.

“Toby, what on earth are you doing in here, with that book?” Deliberately she ignored the shocking fact that he’d been vigorously stroking himself through his white cotton briefs, and that his eager fondling had left a slippery wet stain at the top, where his swollen cockhead had been thrusting up against his elastic waistband. “That’s from the restricted section. Adults only. You aren’t even allowed to go back into there!”

“Well, gee, Miz Cassia…” He stuttered a few times, gave up trying to fasten his stubborn pants, and yanked his long flannel shirt down over his gaping zipper. “The glass case wasn’t locked or anything…”

“So you decided to help yourself.” She tried to look and sound stern…that was part of her job…but she was secretly amused. The adults-only glass case was the focal point of every teenager’s keen interest, if only because they weren’t allowed to pore through it.

Still, she was a little baffled. There were no girlie mags or porn books in the library to tempt and corrupt the fine upstanding citizens of Promise, Montana. What could he possibly have found that was so exciting, he’d been driven to risk whacking off?

Silently she stretched out her hand, palm up, and fixed him with her most severe frown. “The library’s closed, Toby…and you’re restricted from all access for the next two weeks.” It was the worst punishment she could think of, because the kid was a real bookworm. Another kid might have mourned the loss of his iPad or cellphone; with Toby, it was books. He’d been so proud when she’d asked if he’d like to volunteer in the evenings after school!

“Aw, gee, Miz Cassia…” he protested again, trying to look little-boy innocent with a forbidden book clutched in one hand, and a raging hard-on visibly jutting up beneath his loose shirt. She had to give him points for chutzpah. But it wasn’t going to work.

Then his lips curved into a shy, admiring smile. “You sure look pretty tonight.”

With a jolt, she remembered that she’d unbuttoned her blouse far past the point of brazen indecency, and a warm flush rose to color her own cheeks. But she wasn’t going to back down for an instant. The only way to stay in control was to remain calm and cool.


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