The Librarian and the Bartender

21 January 2024

Sweet and unique and still a little bit scared.

He explored the hollow between her collarbones, taking his time over it. Her skin was like satin – smooth, silky, and so completely feminine. She moaned, a small sound in the back of her throat as she leaned helplessly against him, her hands around his head and her fingers tangled in his hair. She pulled at his head and he went willingly back to her mouth, to kiss and taste and take.
He was never going to get enough of her mouth, he though as he toyed with her lips and let her do the same to him.

She stepped away for a second and crossed her arms in front of her, pulling her sweater over her head in one smooth move. Brandon felt his breath catch in her throat when she stood in front of him in only her thin white chemise-like top and a lacy white bra that pushed her breast together in the most perfect way imaginable. He stopped her hands when she wanted to take the top off and slid his hands over her body reverently. She was so warm, but despite the heat in the room her nipples were hard, beaded little nubs, straining against the honeyed fabric of her thin top.

He pulled one strap over her shoulder and tasted the skin he unveiled before reaching down and getting rid of the blasted thing completely. And then his hands were in the skin of her softly rounded, perfectly proportioned hips, and her skin was softer and smoother than the silk of the top that had fluttered to the ground and was now lying there, like a pool of sex, on the floor. Brandon looked her in the eyes, and she gazed back unflinchingly, despite the blush that stained her cheeks a delicious shade of pink. He breast were spilling a little over the lace edge of her bra, something that the designer had undoubtedly taken great pains to accomplish. It was like... froth, he decided as he traced the edge of the material. Or the white foam on top of a wave as it rolled to shore.

He reached behind her, holding her gaze as he undid the clasp of her bra, the movement bringing their bodies together. She made a small sound when he stepped back deliberately and let the bra join the other clothes on the floor.

"You are so lovely," he said, gazing at her body. She was so completely female, so gloriously, radiantly beautiful, and he couldn’t believe she was standing there, allowing him to desecrate her innocence. He cupped one of her breast, enjoy the way it spilled over his palm just a little. The tip was pale pink, like a very young rose just ready to bud open. He weighed a breast in each hand and was fascinated by the softness and fullness. His thumbs skated over the tips until they were even harder. He wanted to devour her, but this first time was not for him. It was for her, to feel and learn, and experience. To understand, to know, and to enjoy.

"Oh," she gasped when he bent down and took one nipple into his mouth. Just for a second did he allow himself to be selfish and suckle on it, but then he pulled back and pressed a kiss right in the middle of her cleavage. She moaned a little and moved restlessly, but he didn’t relent. He kissed all over her breast, spiralling teasingly toward the nipple, knowing it would drive her crazy. He rubbed his cheek over the sensitive nub, abrading it lightly with his stubble-roughened skin and laving it unexpectedly with his tongue. He nipped lightly with his teeth, and she moaned again, slightly louder this time as he took his time nibbling it.

"Do what you did again," she begged him breathlessly.
"And what was that?" he asked, teasing her by drawing his tongue round her nipple without touching it.
"What you did before," she said incoherently.
"This?" he asked, licking over it once with his tongue flat.
"No," she said, her head thrown back and her eyes closed.
"This, then?" he wanted to know, flicking it quickly.
"No! you know what I mean!"
He took pity on her. "Is this what you want?" he asked, drawing her into his mouth and suckling hard and sure, playing with his tongue around the tip as he did so.
"Oh, yes," she moaned; a long, drawn out sound that grabbed at his control.

He picked the pace up after that, forgoing the torture on her other breast and going straight for the good part, sucking the nipple relentlessly until she let go of his hair and put her hands behind her own head, increasing both her vulnerability and her pleasure as she arched her body into his hands and mouth.

She felt something hit the back of her knees and opened her eyes, surprised to find that he had carried her into her bedroom without her noticing it. She was lost in sensations as his mouth travelled across her skin, insistently licking and nibbling, stopping every now and then to explore some new place he wanted to get to know intimately.

She heard him unzipping her pants and lifted her body instinctively to help him get rid of it.
"Brandon," she sighed when she was laying naked except for her panties – pretty white lace that matched the bra she had been wearing – on her bed, and Brandon was kneeling at the feet of the bed, trying to get rid of her shoes so he could undress her completely.
"Yeah?" His voice was strained with the effort of holding back his passion.
"Come up here for a second," she whispered. He got rid of her shoe and when he had pulled off her jeans he leaned over her, bracing himself on one knee and both arms immediately.

"Everything okay?" he asked gently, his face showing no sign of the storm raging inside him. He wanted to rush, wanted to hurry, wanted to burry himself in her body, but he was determined not to. This was for her. For Emily. He would have time later to show her unbridled passion. But right now he wanted her to have the most perfect first time any girl has ever had, anywhere.
"It’s perfect," she smiled up at him, her hair flaring out over her pillows.
"This is a lot better than the last time I undressed you," he said, grinning.
"What last time?"
"Well, you were fairly drunk, so I’m not surprised you don’t remember," he said, tracing a pattern on her breast with his finger; lazy circles and shapes that made her arch a little. "I only took off your coat and your shoes," he added. "Like I said. This is much better."

She laughed a little. "I’m still sorry you spent the night on the couch."
"Yeah," he said. "You’re going to need to get a bigger couch if I’m going to spend the night again."
She licked over her lips, a small gesture he recognised by now as a sign of nerves, so he waited for her to speak, trying to ignore the throbbing in his cock.
"Why don’t you just use the bed next time?" she asked tentatively. "If you want there to be a next time, that is. I don’t want you to feel I expect anything, or that I presume this, right here, right now, that it means I…"
He cut her off. "What are you talking about, woman?" he asked, but he thought he knew, and he didn’t like the direction of her thoughts.

"I don’t want you to think I expect the fact that you’re making love to me means I will expect more than just that," she said carefully. "I’m not naïve enough to think this means happy-ever-after."
"Okay," he said. "With that cleared up, can we go back to the love-making?"
"By all means,’ she said. He kissed her then, letting her taste a bit of his anger because, damn her, had the thought ever crossed her mind that he might want more? That once might not be enough for him?

She sank back into the fluffy duvet, her arms around him pulling him down with her. She pressed her breast against his upper body. He moaned at the feel of her naked body against his clothed one, especially when she rubbed herself against him.
"You’re overdressed," she said and he gave a bark of laughter, hurrying to remedy just that. He was out of his shirt in record time, and she leaned up to watch as he struggled a little with his jeans. Getting it past his raging hard-on was a delicate operation, but he managed not to injure himself.

"Let me," she said when the jean was around his ankles and he started on his black boxer briefs.
She scooted closer to him, dressed only in her lacy white panties, the scent of her arousal wafting through the air.
She was very careful when she slid one hand into the waistband and pulled it away from his body and down. It kept getting stuck on his cock, so she used her other hand to hold his cock out of the way. They both gasped when her fingers touched him. Finally the boxers was around his ankles, so he kicked it and the jeans off and out of the way.

She stared at his cock for a few seconds, her hand hovering as if she wanted to touch it.
"’Can I …" she indicated and he nodded, his throat dry. She touched one finger to his shaft, running it up and down his thick length.
"It’s so hard," she said, marvelling. "and at the same time, it’s so soft. Why is that?"
He moaned something in response as she made a fist around him, testing the thickness and pressing lightly.
"Harder," he gasped. She did just that, and he groaned. Emily yanked her hand away.
"Did I hurt you?" she asked, wide-eyed. "I’m sorry! I’ve never, you know, seen one. In real life. Tell me what to do."

"Later," he gasped and pressed her down on the bed, kissing her senseless as he roamed over her body with one hand. "I’ll let you do whatever you want later. But now I want to show you… do you trust me?"
She blinked up at him.
"Yes," she said, and the simple word tore through his last resistance. He kissed her with all the passion he’d been holding back, letting her know how much he wanted this, wanted her as he slid one hand down and into her panties.

"You’re shaved," he said, surprised.
"When I was in my early twenties, I went for permanent hair removal," she said. "Each time I tried shaving, I wound up cutting myself, so I just decided, screw that. I’m sorry."
"Don’t be sorry," he said as he stroked his finger over her hairless mound, testing the softness of her skin before dipping lower.
And then he groaned as his finger was instantly coated in wetness. She was soaking.

She moaned at the strangeness of having somebody else’s finger inside her. He explored the lips, the petals, her clit, before dipping his fingertip inside her and dabbling a little while he kissed her again. She opened her legs wider instinctively, unaware of the eroticism of the movement. He rushed a little as he pulled her panties off and threw them over his shoulder. He knelt between her legs, spreading her knees further as he wedged his shoulders between her thighs.

"Emily, may I go down on you?" he asked formally. Just to be sure.
"You mean… you want to… Yes, all right. You don’t have to, though."
"It’s not ‘have to’ as much as ‘want to’," he said. "I want to taste you."
"Well, don’t let me stop you,’ she said, still a little shy.

He used the fingers of one hand to spread her lips and the middle finger of his other hand to dibble inside her again, coating his finger in her juice and spreading it around her pussy. She wriggled a little and gave a small moan. Brandon knew he wasn't going to last a hell of a lot longer, and he needed to get her off so he could get off. So he honed in on her clit with his finger, rubbing it fast and light, and then hard, and then in tight little circles, trying to find out what she liked best.

Emily closed her eyes and fisted her hands in the duvet as Brandon’s finger did things to her nobody else has ever done. She gave a gasp when he hit just the right spot, and he must have noticed, because he focused on it then, rubbing and tapping at it. A strange need was building inside her. She knew what orgasms feel like – and it was nothing like this. This was an urgency she couldn’t stop, a tidal wave rising from every nerve-end in her body.

"Brandon," she gasped, clawing at his back to get him to stop. There was something wrong with her; this wasn't normal. But he didn’t seem to realise her urgency, because then, oh mercy, his mouth was on her pussy, and he was sucking first the one lip and then the other into his mouth before getting to her clit. He moaned a little and muttered something about how good she tasted, but Emily was still fighting the feelings building up inside her and didn’t respond beyond little mewling sounds as she tried to get away from the sensations the way an inexperienced swimmer tries to escape an enormous wave. Brandon growled and flicked his tongue over her clit for a second, before rubbing it hard with his tongue. He nibbled lightly and drew it into his mouth, suckling like he did on her nipple.

"Let go," he whispered against her, his breath warm on her wet skin. "Stop fighting it and let go, Emily."
She cried out loudly, her back bowing and her hips thrusting as she rode his face, her hands drawing his head closer. The orgasm broke over her; a tidal wave that wreaked havoc with her nervous system and set every nerve ending on fire. It just lasted and lasted, one wave after another cresting through her body as she came, again and again and again.

Brandon growled as he lapped at her, and she realised dimly that he was licking up her juices. His hands were on her hips, holding her down as she bucked.
She floated back and was limp while he gave her a few seconds to adjust. She couldn’t open her eyes, could barely breath, but she welcomed the feeling of his warm body sinking down on hers. It was unfamiliar, the weight of somebody else on top of her, but she loved the feeling and even if she had wanted to, she couldn’t have pushed him off. Her body still twitched every few seconds from the strength of her orgasm.
He settled between her legs and she could feel the hard length of his cock against her.
"Condom," she managed, but he kissed her on the lips. Shoe could still taste herself on his lips and it was surprisingly erotic.

"Taken care of," he said, his voice strained. "Are you ready, honey?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"I don’t want to hurt you," he said. "And since you no longer have a hymen, it shouldn’t be too painful. But it will still feel strange. I’ll go as slowly as I can, but I’m not going to last very long."
"I’m not scared," she said softly. "Because it’s you, and it’s now, and it’s perfect."

He positioned himself with one hand, first sliding his hard manhood around through her lips, coating himself and the rubber with slickness. His head pressed at her entrance and she opened her legs, lifting her knees. He held there for a little before he pushed in deeper. Just a little bit, giving her time to adjust. He slid in, and it was surprisingly easy, though her body tried to reject his advance at first. Then he pushed a little bit more, a little bit harder, and he slid home.

"Oh, my," she gasped as he held perfectly still inside her. She could feel the struggle between his mind and his body as he strained to hold himself from moving.
"Are you all right?"
She couldn’t speak, so she just nodded her head. She was so full – he was so much bigger than her vibrator, so much more effective, for that matter. It was a strange feeling, having something that big inside her. But the more her body relaxed around him, the better it got.
"How does it feel to no longer be a virgin?" he whispered hoarsely against the curve of her neck. She still couldn’t find her voice, so she just smiled.

Brandon seemed to understand, because he pressed his lips against her and moved his hips, shifting back just a little before surging back again. She swallowed away the tightness in her throat that always indicated tears and took deep breaths while he moved slowly inside her, gradually picking up the pace. His breathing was hard and laboured when he slid in and out with measured strokes.

"So tight,’ he moaned. "So wet. "So perfect…"
"Can you… go a little faster?" Emily asked hesitantly. She was no longer sore, just full, and she wanted something, anything, to fill the sudden, unexpected emptiness that seemed to have come from nowhere and settled between her legs.
"No problem," he said, moving a bit more forceful, his hips straining to get closed to hers.
She crossed her legs around his waist and her arms around his body as he kissed her neck. The sound of their breathing filled the room, followed by the wet sounds that came with sex, and the slaps of their bodies banging against each other.

Her awkward attempts at thrusting back had him clenching his teeth as he slipped in and out of her slick, hot core. She was so damn wet, so damn tight, and he wanted to come so badly. But he wasn't ready to stop yet, not with Emily in his arms, under him and around him, making sounds that drove him crazy.

He started thrusting faster and wilder, feeling her inner muscles clench his cock as he pumped into her. He lifted himself on his knees and pulled her hips towards his bodies, holding her up with his hands cupped under her ass. The new position had her body bowing backwards as he thrust in deeper and harder. She gasped with every stroke as the tip of his cock went in deeper than before. Her hands cupped her breasts and she rubbed and pinched her nipples.

"Oh, yes," he moaned. "Fuck, that’s hot. Don’t stop!"
"More," she gasped when he went even faster. "I need more. Please, Brandon, I want… I need…"
"Tell me," he said, hissing through his teeth for breath. "Tell me what you want."
"You," she said, and his balls slapped against her with each thrust. "Just you, taking me… Oh, oh, yes! Right there, please, again!"
He complied, rubbing her clit with one finger as the other hand held her lower body up for him to use.
"I’m going to cum," she said. "Please… oh, yes, yes, Brandon!"

She threw back her head as she came again and even through the condom, Brandon could feel the fresh gushes of nectar. The walls of her pussy was pulsing and pulsating, tugging him deep and hard, milking him and tugging at his cock like a slick, wet velvety fist. It was the hot liquid tugs, the expression of bliss on her face and her triumphant scream that made him lose control. He trembled as he lunged inside, as deep as he could go, one last time. He felt that too-familiar feeling as his balls drew up tight against his body, as the delicious orgasm hit him, seeming to come both from outside and within his body. He held himself deep and ground down on her as he came hard, spurt after spurt filling up the rubber, so much so that he was almost afraid it would overflow. But he was helpless to do anything but keep inside her tight sheath as the tremors in them both subsided.

After a few minutes, his heartbeat had returned to only three times as fast as usual, and he flopped down on the bed next to her. He pulled of the condom and cleaned up his cock with a tissue from the box on her bedside table. She was still breathing fast, and he pulled her into his arms, entwining their legs as they came down from whatever cloud they had been on.

"I have this fantasy," she said after being quiet for so long that he’d thought she had fallen asleep.
"Sure thing, honey," he muttered. "Just gimme a few minutes and I’ll be good to go again."
"Not right now, you dolt," she said, snuggling in deeper to belie her words. "Later. I have this fantasy. Of sex. In a bar."
He opened one eye and looked at her. "Really?"
"Oh, yes," she said, putting her arm around his chest and rubbing her leg soothingly against his. "I’ve always had a thing for hot bartenders."
"Well, well," he said, keeping the inevitable drowsiness at bay so they could enjoy the post-coital chat a little longer. "And to think I’ve always had a ssecret librarian fantasy."
She looked up at him, her blue eyes struggling to focus on his without her glasses, but then she smiled. "Is that so?"
"Yeah," he said. "I’ve always had a thing for hot women telling me I’m not allowed to talk."
She giggled. "Then stop talking right now," she commanded.

He grinned.

This was going to be so much fun.

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