I Can Help You

It was my second year in college. A paper was due the next week, and I had to go to the library to get material for my paper. It was late at night, and I had done all the usual procrastination on my paper. The college library was situated conveniently close to the dorms, and it was a simple thing to just throw on some shoes and jog nearly next door and dash inside. The library was going to close soon.

I ran into the library, and the woman behind the counter — the head librarian, frowned at me. I walked casually over to one of the card files and began searching for the books I needed. I stood there, thumbing through them quickly, when there was a tap at my shoulder. I turned. The librarian was standing there, looking at me.

“Can I help you find something?”

She was an older woman, probably about thirty years older than I. Her brown hair was peppered with silvery strands, and it was pulled backward in a rather severe-looking bun. She was wearing glasses. I don’t know what it was, but there was something about her that looked sensuous and sexy, as if there was something hidden behind the facade of being a straight-laced old woman.

“I have to research a paper I’m doing,” I said.

She frowned. “The library will close in five minutes,” she said. “You don’t have a whole lot of time.”

“I have to look up a few things, references, you know, for Human Sexuality.”

She shook her head. “I’m sorry, there is no time at all, especially if you’re going to be looking up things.”

My heart sank. I really needed the references. The paper was due Monday, and the library was closed on Saturdays and Sundays.

“I can help you, though, if you really want. If you tell me what you need, after we close, I can get them for you and bring them to you, if you live in a dorm on campus. Just give me your card.”

I reached into my pocket and handed her my student services card. It showed my dorm number and room. Then I handed her the list of books I was looking for.  She glanced at the list, then looked at me in her severest manner.

“I can find these very quickly. I’ll bring them to you in about an hour.”

I was curious as I was leaving. I had a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, and I was curious as to why the old bag would want to help me at all.  It was obvious she didn’t like me.

I dashed back to the dorm. It was hot, and by the time I got there, I was sweating. I grabbed a towel and my robe, and ran down to the dorm showers. I showered quickly and put on my robe. I sauntered back to my room. I opened my closet when I heard a rap at my door. I went over and opened it. The librarian stood there, arms full of books.

I opened the door wide and let her in. She walked over and put the books on my desk.

“Here’s your card,” she said, handing me my student services card. “I had to really search for one of those, by the way.” Her voice was breathless. It was obvious that she had really hurried over with the books. She had also let her hair down out of the severe bun in which it had been knotted. Her hair fell to her shoulders, dark brown curls streaked with grey. She had blue eyes behind those rather stern-looking glasses. There weren’t any wrinkles on her face; she actually appeared a lot younger without the hair in the bun.

“Well,” I said, “I don’t know how to thank you.”

She glanced at the hem of my short robe. “Oh, no problem at all. I know how it is. That’s an interesting list of books, by the way.”

I blushed a little. “I’m a psych major, and I have to do a study on sexual attitudes. It’s really kind of interesting.”

She headed for the door. Then she turned to me. “Sexual attitudes change with every generation,” she said with a broad smile. “Attitudes swing back and forth, like a pendulum.”

She smiled. “I lived in a dorm,” she said, “pretty much like this. When I was in school, it was a co-ed dorm, and the girls and guys used the same showers.  Nowadays, they wouldn’t think of it.”

“Really?”

She nodded. “That was the age of sexual liberation.” She opened the door.

“Wait,” I said.

She turned back to me.

“You mean, you were sexually liberated?”

She laughed. “Of course.”

“Tell me more.”

She looked over at my roommate’s bed. Then she looked back at me, her eyebrows raised.

“He won’t be back for hours. He’s an astronomy major, and tonight, they’re watching a comet or something like that.”

She closed the door and came back into the room, standing right in front of me.  She smiled and fell on her knees in front of my crotch. She reached out and parted my robe.

Looking down at her head, and feeling her breath on my cock gave me an instant hard-on.

“Nice cock,” she said, reaching up and fondling my balls.

My cock sprang to full attention then, suddenly expanding to full capacity. It reached up and throbbed against my belly.

“Oh, my, what a dick!” she said. “So hard, so fat.” Without another word, she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the red knob of my cock head.

She moved a hand up to my cock, wrapping her fingers around the base of it, and began stroking upward, then down again. She moved her mouth away on the upstroke, squeezing the head of my hard cock with her hand on each stroke. This sent shivers through me. I had never expected anything like this, had never thought that being sucked by the school librarian was going to turn me on so much. I was weak in the knees.

I was going to cum soon, I knew. I just stood there and enjoyed it.

Suddenly, she stopped. She reached around and fondled my ass cheeks, then pulled my crotch toward her face. I could feel her tongue flick out and lick my balls. Then, she moved her mouth back up again, and ran her lips across the head of my cock, smearing it with her saliva.

Then she opened her mouth wide, and she took it deep into her mouth, and as she built up suction, I could feel that sudden point of no return come on.

This woman actually had my cock in her mouth, sucking on it, I thought. The experience was totally different to me. This had never happened to me before.  Usually, I had to go look for sex, and the girls I had sex with usually weren’t very good at it. I certainly hadn’t expected that it would happen now, with a woman who knew what she was doing.

I felt my balls tighten and my knees get weak. I could feel an orgasm coming on, soon.

“I think I’m going to cum,” I told her.

She didn’t stop. I could feel her suck even harder, and I could feel her hand massage my balls as they tightened. I came, filling the back of her throat with cum. She gurgled as she swallowed some of it. The rest of it just flowed out of her mouth and down her chin.

I could feel her swallowing, and the thought turned me on even more.

When she pulled it out of her mouth, it was still hard, and stuck up in the air, hitting me near my navel once again.

She looked up at me. “Wonderful cock,” she said, her mouth full of cum. Some of it ran down her chin. She licked her lips. “Tasty, too.”

She stood and looked me in the eyes. She glanced down at her watch. “It’s been a while for me. I have to get home.”

“Uh,” I said, “Well, can I see you again?”

She smiled. She went over to my desk and found a pen and paper. She turned and handed it to me. “My address and phone number. Call me.”

With that, she turned to the door and opened it. “My name’s Michele,” she said.

“Uh, I’ll call you,” I said, as the door closed.

After that, the semester was a breeze. I had help with my Human Sexuality class, too.


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