Law Firm’s Librarian

Diana, is the head librarian of my law firm’s library, flushed slightly as she read a romance paperback. No one had been that explicit about fucking when she was a teen-ager. Perhaps it was a good thing, though. If she’d known then what she knew now, she might have saved herself a lot of trouble.

Diana was twenty-eight and single. From the time she could talk and ask questions, her mother had put her off about sex, except to tell her that it was “evil” and that men “want only one thing from a woman”. Diana grew up so shy and frightened of men that she’d hardly even dated in high school and college, and had never gotten close enough to a man to encourage a serious courtship. So here she was, close to thirty, and without a man of her own.

Once the fact had only bewildered her, but now it obsessed her. Her own biology was beginning to catch up with her, making her toss and turn in her lonely bed at night. Miss Diana White was plainly and simply horny. Not that she would have used that word for it. Diana knew exactly what her trouble was, because she was a well-educated young woman and had long ago made up for her ignorance about sex. She simply wouldn’t have used the word “horny”, that was all. Diana was also a lady.

She raised her large dark eyes from the romance novel and glanced at the senior partner, John. She hungered for my muscular body, but she didn’t think of herself as horny. She considered herself deprived. It was a ludicrous fact, considering Diana’s stunning figure and face. Tall and long-legged, she was the kind of woman who made men turn in the streets and gawk. Her tiny, firm waist blossomed out into trim, flowing hips, and her tits were smaller than average but quite firm and jutting. Her face was that of a nieve college girl — porceline-skinned, full lips in a sensuous smile, great dark eyes with heavy black lashes. Her blonde hair was thick, shiny, and abundant, cascading to her shoulders. It would have been difficult to believe that this woman had only been fucked once in her whole life. Diana often thought back to that incident, the loss of her virginity. It was in her freshman year of college, when she was still very ignorant about sex and terribly afraid of men.

The man had used her, that was all, and she despised him for it. Yet she couldn’t forget the pleasure he’d given her, pleasure unequalled by anything she’d known before or since. Ten years later Diana White, librarian, sat at her desk remembering the incident in vivid detail. My God, she thought, what a fool I was. Why didn’t I take advantage? Why didn’t I have an affair with him? To be twenty-eight years old and only fucked once.

“Miss White?” Diana blushed and snapped to attention. She’d been lost in her memories that first and only fuck, and hadn’t even noticed senior partner John Malone, standing beside her desk. “Yes, Sir?” she said. “I’m sorry, I was daydreaming. What do you need?” “I can’t find this book, Miss White,” said I. ” I know I should have the system down by now..” Diana smiled graciously. “Oh, sometimes it’s not so easy, Sir,” she said. “Let’s see the name of the book.”

I handed the name to her, and when our hands touched slightly, she blushed. I was amused. She was used to men getting crushes on her. And in my case it was not unflattering. John Malone is ruggly handsome, his salt and pepper hair was thick. Too bad I can’t take advantage of it, she thought wistfully. Her recollections of the past had made her almost unbearably horny. “All right, Sir,” she said, getting up from her desk, “come along and I’ll show you where to find this book.” ” Thanks, Miss White,” said I, trailing after her as she led the way to the stacks.

And, my God, was she inexperienced with Vic, she thought. She wished with all her heart that she’d been properly taught about sex as a child, so she could have experienced the joys of fucking when she became a woman. Instead she had shrunk away from men, mined her chances for romance and marriage, cheated herself of the most delicious human experience — sex!

Now that she had read all about it and gotten rid of her earlier ignorance and prejudices, Diana hungered to live like a normal woman, hungered to feel a cock moving inside her horny cunt. But it was too late. She’d missed her chance, and she was almost thirty. She could have wept with frustration. Once in her whole life she’d known the ecstasy of fucking. Would she never know it again? Diana led the way deep into the rows of library books. The library was already closed for the day, and all the staff had gone home except for Mr. Malone, who worked late on cases. It suddenly dawned on her that they were probably alone in the building.

A hot rush of lust poured through Diana’s body as she realized that she could fuck John and no one would know about it. Of course it was out of the question, an unspeakably wicked thing… But, wait. She was a modern, enlightened woman. She knew damned well that sex wasn’t “wicked”. Her mother had been wrong. And John obviously wanted to fuck her. Why not? My God, why not?