(\u2217Author\u2019s Note: This story was written for an event called Bedtime Stories. This called for a selections which should be three to five minutes long with a scene containing lots of action, since people will be acting it out. There\u2019s nothing to \u201cact out\u201d about a couple people sitting around a table and talking.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Librarian Shayla stopped in the doorway of the old supply room to watch Dewey at the computer checking ever so diligently that each of the old cards in the library\u2019s card catalog was properly inputted into the system years ago. Since the head librarian retired last year, they can finally recycle the old system.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dewey, one of the library\u2019s regular patrons, volunteered for this assignment, which meant Shayla and Dewey were in close quarters for the last week. One week was long enough to realize what she wanted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She stepped into the windowless space. Being a Saturday, he wore gym shorts and a t-shirt. It added to his attractiveness, getting a view of his muscular legs and broad shoulders.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDewey,\u201d she said in her best bedroom voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHey, Shayla,\u201d he said as he swiveled around in the chair. His jaw dropped and his eyes bulged out like a cartoon character when he saw her. She changed out of her more conservative attire in favor of a short skirt, a lacy pink bra, and a sheer, tight button-up shirt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDewey,\u201d she said again. \u201cThe library closed ten minutes ago.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With a shake of her ample hips, she pushed the door closed. Dewey white knuckled the sides of the armless the chair as Shayla leisurely walked over to him, swishing her hips left and right as she went.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
After what felt like hours, she finally made it to the desk. \u201cYou know Dewey,\u201d she said while bending over at the hips so she was face to face with him. \u201cI got your number. Your decibel number.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He swallowed hard while he stared at her breast. \u201cIs that so?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She popped up and leaned back against the desk. \u201cI think you want to check me out.\u201d She raised foot and placed it on the chair between his legs, only then did he notice her lack of shoes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He stammered nonsensical words, his mouth opening and closing like a ventriloquist dummy as his eyes traveled downward to the skirt, exposing her dainty, lacy pink panties.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI bet you\u2019re ready to open my covers and lose yourself in the subject.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI think you might be right,\u201d he said to her groin. His tented gym shorts couldn\u2019t hide his erection.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She tilted his head up with a single finger, lifting the bottom of his chin. \u201cTell me, Dewey, do you like to start on the first or the last page?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dewey\u2019s hands wrapped around her calf, lightly moving up her leg. He rose, pushing her foot down, and grabbed her hips, crowding her on the desk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou and me, I think we\u2019ve gotten past the beginning of this story. Let\u2019s continue in the middle.\u201d He kissed her hard, invading her mouth with his tongue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She opened for him, greedily sucked his tongue, and pulled him tighter against herself. With a tightened grip on her hips, Dewey spun her away from the desk, knocking catalogue cards all over the floor under their feet. He ended the kiss and pushed her back into the chair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The way she bit her bottom lip made him groan. A quick flick of his finger opened up her button-up shirt, exposing the losing battle her bra had on her amble bosom. Her chest rose and fell, pants of needs escaping her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThere\u2019s something I\u2019ve always wanted to try. I wanna see if my bookmark fits,\u201d he said. His deep voice gave her visible chills down her spine. Slowly, he lowered his shorts and underwear to the ground.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His freed cock bounced up and down. Shayla\u2019s head nodded in time with it. She couldn\u2019t look away. Teeth marks began to show on her bottom lip. A tentative hand reached out toward his dick, but stopped. She leaned forward instead, tongue out, ready to lick the bead of pre-cum off the tip.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His hand stopped her from coming closer and pushed her against the back of the chair. \u201cNot yet,\u201d he said. His body leaned forward, hands reached out to caress her breast, and his dick settled into her cleavage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Shayla\u2019s hands rested on top of his and squeezed her breast around his aching length. \u201cI thought you\u2019d go full 813.085 romance, but you\u2019ve surprised me with a good old-fashioned titty fuck. I never knew you\u2019d go for 808.803538.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dewey chuckled. \u201cI love erotica. And there is no one I\u2019d rather try these ideas with than you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He moved his cock before she could reply. Her body moved with his. Taking a chance had never felt this good.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thank you for reading. Come back next month for a new short from Fancy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"