Lily, You'll Never Be a Librarian

Back in college, my wife, Lily, dreamed of becoming a librarian.

I'm not kidding.

As a high school senior, she researched and applied to the best librarian schools in the US. She polished her resume by volunteering in the local library, working diligently to earn recommendation letters from the kind of cranky old people who work at libraries and registries of motor vehicles.

It fit her quiet nature, her love of books, and her dislike of business people and hustle culture. She pictured herself enjoying the serenity of a quiet library on a rainy Thursday morning, memorizing titles and authors as she stocked the shelves, knowing exactly what to recommend for story-loving children and cute bookish boys who walked through her doors.

Lily found her way to a private liberal arts college in upstate New York, by junior year was well on her way to an internship in the small, decrepit library in her dingy college town. This sounded perfect, because her then-boyfriend was on the football team and would spend most of summer on campus, training hard to finally earn a starting spot (he got beat out by a freshman).

In early April, three weeks before finals, one crazy week changed everything.

First, Lily got dumped. Her boyfriend, who I won't name even if I want to, cheated on her with a sophomore cheerleader. He at least had the decency to admit it, after three months of it happening. What a gentleman. It happened to be her birthday that week, so she found herself alone, working in a library, sad and needy a week after being dumped but months after being emotionally abandoned by him.

It was one of the nights in the library where it got so quiet, Lily started to wonder if this was the right career choice. She could try something more exciting, like being a long haul truck driver. For the first time in what felt like hours, the large wooden doors at the front of the library swung open. Two frat-looking guys wearing flannel shirts walked in. The last guys you'd expect to be in the library on a Friday night.

Lily kept an eye on them as they perused the fantasy section, then business books, then romance, clearly having no idea what they were looking for, or not looking for any book at all. She started to get nervous. She was working alone this Friday night. The girl who was supposed to be stocking the shelves while Lily managed the desk called out sick. Lily was thrilled to learn this friend later felt well enough to attend a party off campus and post photos of herself enjoying the miraculous recovery. Lily was far from jealous, she truly hated parties and only ever went out of social pressure. But after the breakup she was feeling lonely and looking forward to a night of goofing around in the library with a sort-of friend.

Now, she was forced to deal with probably drunk frat boys looking to flirt with her or do some stupid dare, completely alone. If she had to call Nancy, her seemingly 98-year old boss who refused to retire, this late on a Friday night, 7:15, it would be hell to pay, no matter how justified Lily was in needing help. That's just how Nancy was. This was all on Lily.

Lily cut to the chase. Better to deal with this now than let these guys build courage to do whatever they're planning, she thought. "Can I help you guys find anything?"

Immediately she regretted opening the door to communication. And her outfit choice: a low-cut, green top and bra that were getting too small because her boobs would not stop growing that year, black skinny jeans, black Vans sneakers with a white stripe, and black oversized glasses. As she walked to the library earlier, she caught herself in the mirror and noticed she looked... a lot less dorky than normal, a function of not doing her laundry rather than intentionally. But that thought would never occur to some dumb college boy.

"My friend, Griff, thinks you're super cute and wants to know if you wanna go out later," a scrawny boy said as he pointed towards his friend, laughing to the brink of tears. The typical smoothness of a college male. A shame, because his friend Griff was good looking. Tall with broad shoulders, curly blonde hair, a clean face and strong jaw.

"I don't date. Can I help you find anything?" Lily asked again. These boys didn't know how sensitive that topic was at that moment. She didn't recognize them. They must have been freshmen. When they didn't have an immediate answer, she pounced. "If you're not actually here to study or check out a book, you need to go." Lily pointed to the sign behind the desk, rule number two: No Loitering.

Griff spoke up. "No, no. We are studying. I have a project in English 15."

"Then why's he here?" Lily asked, pointing to the shorter, skinnier guy.

"Blake is my little cheerleader," Griff answered. Guy friendships are so weird.

"Oh, cute!" Lily played along, feeling immediate regret again when she saw Blake's face light up as if she called him cute.

Griff carried on the grift. "I need to find three poems from the same author that describe different emotions and compare them to each other. In an essay." Okay, maybe it was a real project.

"Poetry's over there," Lily said, pointing with her wrist and finger to the back corner of the library, careful not to gesticulate too far and pop a titty. Her shirt felt so tight all of a sudden, and Blake was gawking.

Griff and Blake walked over to the section. As Lily could have predicted, two minutes later on the nose Griff turned towards her. At frat house volume he shouted, "So which of these is good?"

Lily rolled her eyes. She walked towards the poetry section to assist the helpless freshmen friends. As she did, Griff and Blake stared with embarrassingly little finesse. The hot librarian they heard about was not an exaggeration, she was real and she was hot, and they were about to see if they could pull off what all their buddies said was impossible.

"Well, what kind of poems do you like?" Lily asked. Terrible question and she knew it. Griff and Blake stared blankly. She started calculating the fastest ways to end this interaction.

"How about Edgar Allan Poe?" she grabbed a large volume of his works.

"No, I hate the Ravens," Griff said. She was almost impressed he made the connection. Then he said, "Their mascot is Poe for some reason."

This guy is so lucky he's cute, Lily thought to herself. "How about Maya Angelou?" she asked. Lily reached high to the top shelf, not realizing how short that stupid tight, green shirt was.

The boys giggled as she reached up high, not offering to help as they watched her shirt ride up her body, revealing her toned, tan back. Lily loved to run outside this time of year and her body showed it.

"Here," Lily said, hastily shoving the book in Griff's arms before fixing her shirt. As she pulled her shirt downwards, she revealed more of her cleavage. A losing battle for the normally modest Lily. Blake noticed and suppressed a laugh.

Griff, the smoother of the two, kept the game going. "How about Elizabeth Barrett Browning?"

How the fuck does he know who that is, Lily wondered, cursing him for using a great female poet to make her inadvertently show her body.

Lily reached up high, pretending to struggle at the top shelf for a moment. Two could play this game, she decided. The boys giggled as Lily pretended not to notice her shirt riding upwards, proudly showing the hot body she worked so hard for. Lily thought of how jealous her ex would be if he saw them right now. A rush of temptation overcame her.

Lily made another suggestion. "How about Walt Whitman?"

She bent at her knees and reached for the bottom shelf. Behind her, the boys squirmed and gawked, taking in the view as she leaned forward. Her tight jeans could not contain her ass, long her most complimented feature. As she grabbed the spine of the Walt Whitman anthology and pulled it towards her, the top of her ass and bright pink thong stuck out in a Y-shape. Blake squealed, completely losing his cool, his cock throbbing at the sight of Lily's g-string.

"Do you have any Oscar Wilde?" Griff said smoothly, keeping her on the lower shelves. Lily couldn't explain why this situation was turning her on so much, but between the exhibitionism, Griff's surprising amount of literary knowledge, and the two boys hanging on her every move, Lily felt ready for action.

She shot back to her feet dramatically, then bent forward, putting on a show as she stuck her ass in the air, thong exposed for them both to see. She bent down, "struggling" to find the Oscar Wilde book with the cover she could have drawn from memory, having held it so many times. Her favorite poet.

Lily opened the book and read a passage, squatting in front of the boys with her pink thong showing, entirely on purpose. She knew this would turn them on. When she turned around, as she hoped, both of them were rock hard, standing next to each other, her face inches from their cocks.

She instructed them to pull their pants down and show her their cocks. Griff was the cute boy she wanted, but Blake was surpisingly huge, wider than Griff and almost as long, even though Griff was taller. And let it be known, Griff was as well-equipped as one would expect for an all-american 6'2" boy. The only question was if Lily could handle either of these men, let alone both. Her ex-boyfriend, the man she had been practically ready to marry, was not well-endowed. It had been years since Lily went through a promiscuous phase. Even then, she didn't remember taking a cock like this. Certainly not two, and not in a library.

Lily hated to admit it, because she thought it wiser to keep work and play separate, but being fucked in a library had become biggest fantasies. She blamed the long, lonely hours reading smut under dim library lights. Looking back, it's good this night happened when it did...

Lily took Griff in her mouth first, wetting his cock with her tongue before taking his tip and shaft. She sucked him until he was rock hard, showing him what she was capable of before she switched to Blake. Even though Blake was less attractive to Lily, he was more than smitten by her. She couldn't help but feel complimented and sexy as in a moment, his cock swelled past maximum size inside her mouth. He had to pull her off of him to prevent himself from cumming embarrassingly early. It had been a long time since Lily was longed over like this.

She rewarded Blake by giving him the first chance at her pussy. When he slid inside, it at first seemed like he would instantly blow. But he entered a mode no one in the building, Lily, Blake, Griff, or the seemingly-98-but-actually-78-year old woman with a NANCY license plate and insomnia who had just parked out back, expected him to have.

Blake gave Lily everything he had, first sliding into her with long, slow strokes, then pushing deep to find the spot where they most perfectly fit together. He pounded into her soft pussy harder and harder, focusing on pleasing her the way he sensed she needed. It was everything she craved after a long week of feeling alone. Lily was close to orgasm, but as she took Griff's cock in her mouth between Blake's pounding, she knew it was Griff's cock who would bring her pussy home.

Griff, reading the expression on Lily's face like it was one of his favorite Oscar Wilde poems, and unable to contain himself any longer, removed himself from her mouth. Powerfully and slowly walked to the other side of her, letting his friend know it was Griff's turn now. Blake, knowing his role as the perpetual wingman in their dynamic, and wanting badly to watch Lily get fucked by him, positioned himself near Lily's face. He touched himself as he watched Griff penetrate her.

Lying on her back, Lily prepared herself to take a second cock. For the first time. She and her ex often fantasized about this, but when the time came, no matter how many of his football teammates wanted her, he was far too possessive, controlling and insecure to bring their fantasy to life. Finally, two of her fantasies, fucking in a library and taking two men, were about to happen at once.

Griff slid easily inside her, enjoying the lubrication from her having already fucked his best friend. Griff and Blake fucked girls together all the time, but Lily was by far the hottest girl they'd taken together in their first year at college. It was a perfect way to blow off steam before they pretended to "lock in" for the end of the semester grind.

Griff slid into Lily, pressing into the same spot as Blake. Lily was so turned on by the feeling of a second man reaching that spot, after not feeling this for years. When Griff bumped into her G-spot, she took Blake's cock from her mouth and yelled to Griff. "Yes, right fucking there. Right fucking there!"

Griff drilled deep and hard into her pussy. Before Lily could come, Griff released a massive orgasm inside his condom. He so badly wished it was inside her pussy so he could watch it drop out of her, and watch his obedient sidekick Blake go in after.

Blake, sensing that Lily was close and he was finally needed in this encounter, practically pushed Griff out of the way. He found the same spot as before, pushing into it again and again until Lily came for him, clenching tightly around his cock. He wanted to cum but saved it because he wanted to prove victory over Griff. As Lily's legs shook and she experienced the most explosive orgasm of her young life, Blake removed his condom and jerked his cock up and down near Lily's face.

"Beg for me," Blake told her.

Lily, laying down on the library book, head resting on an opened poetry book, begged for him. "Oh my god. Yes, Blake. Yes! Cum for me!" Blake covered Lily with his load as she smiled. "Yes, baby. That feels so good!"

The wooden doors to the library slammed open. "I knew something was amiss!" Nancy yelled with a fist in the air, wearing her full face of makeup and work outfit even though it was far past her bedtime. When Nancy came closer, she gasped.

"Jesus. I am lucky I can hardly see anymore. But I can still hear, and I know exactly what you two just did!" She yelled, snubbing Griff and bruising his ego.

"Lily, as long as I work in this town, you'll never be a librarian!"

Nancy indeed worked another 10 years for the library before the town had a large retirement ceremony for her. It's true Lily never became a librarian.

But that night was worth it. Now, every time Lily wears a tight green top, or bends down and I "accidentally" see one of her little pink thongs, we remember the poetry that was Lily's last night as a librarian. As I finish inside her and we lay down together, we are thankful for life's twists and turns, Griff and Blake, and all of Lily's slutty misadventures.