Losing her Virginity, to the Librarian

Nerves churned in Winona’s stomach. Was she really going to do this?

Yes. Yes, she was.

She took a deep breath, and approached the librarian’s desk.

The man sitting behind it was named Albert, and despite his name he was only in his early thirties, slim, with sparkling brown eyes that took in everything. He had short cropped hair, glasses, and bristle over his chin, with broad hands, and long fingers.

“Winona, right?”

She nodded. That was a good start.

“How can I help you?”

She took another deep breath. “I heard that you are amazing in bed, and I’d like to experience that for myself.” It all came out in a rush, her face burning, her words jumbling over each other.

Albert’s eyes widened. He leaned over the desk. “Are you sure?”

She swallowed. Nodded.

“Those boys you come in here with failed to satisfy you?”

She rolled her eyes. That was an understatement. They’d never made it past third-base because they spent so much time fumbling and grabbing, and it was never all that enjoyable. Unlike the rumours of what Albert was capable of.

Albert chuckled, a deep rolling sound that warmed her chest. He held her gaze for a moment.“There are two options. The incredibly romantic dinner at my place, or the quickie between the shelves.” He jerked his head to the right.

Winona glanced up to see two other students emerging from between those same shelves, arms laden with books, deep in conversation.

“Not now, of course.” Albert grinned. “After we’ve closed for the evening.”

Winona sagged. The dinner sounded great, but she’d had enough of romantic dinners, she just wanted to get this experience over with.

“The quickie between the shelves,” she whispered.

He grinned. “It’s a good one.” He glanced at the clock. “Fifteen minutes till closing time. Think you can entertain yourself till then?”

She nodded, scurrying away from the desk as fast as she could.

The fifteen minutes dragged. Winona spent the time staring at the same page of a book as she imagined what it might be like. She couldn’t. The boys she’d been with all crowed about their sexual prowess, how all their ex-girlfriends were now missing out because they hadn’t stuck around. It was all words and no evidence, and the more she thought about it, the more likely it was their girlfriends had left because these guys actually had no experience, but couldn’t bear to admit it.

As though being a virgin at twenty was something to be ashamed of.

Finally Albert closed the latch on the door and came to find her.

He put a hand on her shoulder, and she stood, and he moved in close, brushing his cheek against hers, nudging her ear with his nose, and leaving a trail of kisses down her neck.

His touch was so soft, barely there, and yet all of a sudden the entire surface of her skin seemed electrified.

“Where do you want to do this?”

She raised a brow. “There’s options?”

“Of course there is. There’s the quickie between the shelves, where I hold you up against the wall as I thrust deep inside you.” His voice was husky, and it sent a tingle down Winona’s spine to pool in her groin.

“Or there’s the arm chairs scattered around. You could sit on my lap and I could pound you from beneath, or behind, if that takes your fancy. There are the low bench seats, one of us can lay on those while the other balances on top. Or there’s the over-sized lounge chairs, which I have to say are very bed-like.”

Winona’s mind churned. “Ah. The over-sized lounge chairs?”

“They’re my second favourite.” He grinned.

“And what’s your first?”

“Holding you against the wall. There’s something so, carnal, so hungry, so… hot, about that.”

Winona nodded, walking with him as he held her hand to lead the way.

“You seem a little nervous.” He glanced at her as they reached their destination.

“Just a little.”

He brushed a hair out of her eyes. “You’re a beautiful woman. Is this your first time with a stranger?”

She giggled. She hadn’t thought of him as a stranger, but really, they knew nothing about each other aside from first names, and their shared love of reading. “Something like that.”

“I’ll be gentle. You let me know if anything is wrong, and I’ll fix it.”

She nodded, and he gazed into her eyes again, drinking her in, his gaze alone making her feel wanted, desired, needed.

He brushed her cheek with his thumb, moved in close to brush his lips against hers. One hand dropped to her waist, the other to the small of her back, and he pulled her close, his chest pressed against her breasts,. His kisses were slow, tentative, soft, and as desire built inside her she found herself opening her lips, meeting his tongue with hers.

His hands slid up underneath her shirt to cup her breasts, his thumbs grazing her nipples. His kisses moved, along her jawline, over her ear, down her neck.

Heat pooled between her legs, she yearned to be touched all over, to be filled. This had never happened when she’d fooled around with her boyfriends.

He lifted her shirt up and over her head, his kisses crossing her collar bone, his mouth finding her nipple through the fabric of her bra, his teeth teasing and nibbling.

Winona’s heart rate increased, her breathing grew shallow.

His hands dropped to his skirt, which he unzipped, and let fall to the floor, his fingers tracing circles on her back and bum before sliding between her legs.

Her knees grew weak. She spread her knees a little, threw her head back as these new sensations took all of her attention.

He slid a finger under the waistband of her panties and pushed them so they joined her skirt on the floor.

She stepped out of her shoes, and he scooped her up, and lay her on the lounge, then knelt between her legs.

“What do you like?” he asked.

Her face burned. She hadn’t wanted to admit this was her first time. She shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“Whoa?” His eyes widened. “This is your first, first time. Not just your first time with a stranger?”

She nodded, and bit her lip. Was he going to suggest they stop?

He leaned over her, and stroked her cheek again. “Then we’d better make sure this is the best it can be.”

He moved back between her legs, his finger barely brushing her clit. “Tell me what you like, okay. And I’ll do more of it. And if you don’t like something, I’ll stop.”

She nodded, and he lowered his head, his tongue flicking at her clit, soft, easy pressure that made her head spin.

Nothing he did made her uncomfortable. Every new action, sucking her clit, licking her folds, his tongue and fingers delving deep inside, just increased the pleasure rolling through her body, until she was aware of nothing but Albert and his touch, and then an orgasm waved through her body so strongly her hips bucked and her back arched and she moaned his name louder than she’d thought she would.

As she sagged back into the lounge, he sat next to her. “Do you want to continue? Penetration can be quite painful, the first time.”

“I’ve used a dildo, before,” she said, holding his gaze. “I want to keep going. Please.”

He nodded, and stood, removing his shirt slowly, revealing a slim but toned chest. His trousers dropped to the floor, and he kicked off his shoes, and then lowered his underwear.

His cock was thick and hard.

Winona licked her lips.

“Do you want to touch it?” Albert asked.

She nodded, and sat up, reaching to to stroke the soft skin covering the hard shaft. She lowered her head, licking the tip, then gingerly opened her mouth to take him.

He groaned, and she glanced up to see his head thrown back, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“That feels so good,” he said. But then he took a deep breath, and pushed her away. “But your first time should be about you.”

He kissed her again, easing her back onto the bed. He rolled a condom over his length, and moved between her legs.

As he eased inside she was overcome with the sensations, the thick warmth of him inside her, the weight of him on top of her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and her legs around his, and joined in his thrusting, their movements going deeper and harder until they both cried out in orgasm.

Afterwards he rolled over, so they lay on the over-sized lounge side-by-side.

“Did you enjoy that?” he asked, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

“I did.” She was breathless, still. Amazed that the touch of another could thrill her so much. “It was incredible, so much better than I imagined.”

He smiled, and kissed her forehead. “That’s what I’m here for.”

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