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This is a library! (Fish and Candira)

Candira

Candira

Singularity
Joined
Jan 9, 2009
It had been a long day for Veronica. V had spent all afternoon shelving books, helping whining students find books and articles, and checking out books. And now, the copier was jammed. She groaned and reported it to the tech student on duty who went to fix it as she started to clear the study tables of books in the reference area, determined to be out of the library by midnight. It was, however, only about 10. She sighed and set a stack of books on the top of a shelf while she looked for their proper place, bending over a bit.

Quite a few people would have stopped to stare, finding V to be a particularly attractive woman, despite the fact that she was nearing thirty. She was toned and fit, never having lost the work out routine she'd started in college. Her legs were long and shapely and currently covered in fishnet stockings. They were really all she had left--the others she owned were in the laundry. These were held up by a black garters. Her black, lacy panties were just hidden by her skirt, though that black pleated affair stopped a good two inches above her knee. Her breasts were still perky and full. They were also fairly large, which made finding button-up shirts rather difficult. So she just wore a lacy chemise underneath her white jackets like a shirt. It was sexy, but few realized that it was really just undergarments.

Her square glasses only emphasized her eyes as a beautiful feature--the color of the sky during a storm. It was these eyes that happened upon a book that was in the wrong section. She pulled it out and headed toward the correct row, her heels clacking on the smooth, tiled floor.
 
Matthew had been in the library for what seemed like days, when it had only really been a few hours. He had such bad work habits, that doing anything less than fun was like the worst kind of torture to him. He had been aisling the stacks, looking for books for some report that he really wasn't interested in, his eyes accompanied with bags which could be mistaken for vacation luggage, which was more of a show than anything, as his mind deluded itself into thinking that he was more tired than he really was, so it could stop the mundane and boring chore. He hadn't even realized that it was closing time, or near it.

He hadn't really seen the actual librarian in all the times that he'd been here, just aids and helpers for when she was out on break, or when she was there, his eyes just hadn't fallen on her. That was probably a good thing though, because his easily distracted nature would surely find a way for her to take up all of his free time and then some later, when he got home. You see, Matthew was a tall young man, almost 19, with long, dark blond, almost brown hair. He wore thin-wired glasses over his seafoam blue eyes, a t-shirt (with some gaming insignia on it), comfortable blue jeans and a digital watch, along with his standard tennis shoes. He was seen as a nerd, but when it came down to it, he was mostly just a gamer, not really that super-smart, and not that amazingly tech-savvy.

He was just incredibly introverted, because he was an extremely timid young man when it came to people. He always thought people were sizing him up and judging him, laughing about him behind his back, or that he would say the wrong thing to someone and cause a huge scene. He just didn't approach people too often. He sighed, reaching the end of the aisle, and then checked his watch as he walked out of it, gasping lightly. "Shit, it's late..." He ran his fingers through his long hair. "Guess I'd better get go-" He paused, his eyes falling upon what he assumed to be some sort of porn star across the large library. He hid back in the aisle, peeking through the books to gaze at her.

"Jesus Christ, she's beautiful..." He whispered to himself. He felt his attraction growing and bit his lip, letting out a light sigh. "What do I do..."
 
V smiled when she saw the proper spot on the shelf for her misplaced book. She was about to leave after replacing it when she noticed a young man who looked a little confused. She walked toward him, her bust bouncing just a tiny bit as she did so and smiled friendly. "You look a bit lost, dear. Is there something I can do to help you?" the librarian asked, noting the bags under his eyes. Maybe he'd been around this place as long as she had. A helping hand was always appreciated under those circumstances. At least it was to her.

She noticed that he was quite attractive, despite the somewhat bookish appearance. He was tall, which was always a bonus, and his hair looked pretty sexy to her. Then again, she shouldn't really have been checking him out, so she waited for him to answer her question with another one and tilted her head to the side, the blonde adjusted the clip that was holding her hair up while she watched him.
 
He noticed her coming over and turned around, feeling around his head to make sure his hair wasn't all over the place, and straightened up a bit. "Uh, hi." He smiled, at her, trying to make eye contact, he forced himself to, but it was quickly broken as he looked down and away timidly. "Uh, just looking for some books for my project for this stupid class.." He said, sighing, hoping she wouldn't think him a slacker and a lazy-bum for saying something like that. Then again, why should he care what she thought? He bit his lip, realizing why he did, the seconds going by faster than he'd like them have. He looked down at his watch.

"Oh shit, it's that late already! Sorry, I'll get out of your hair.." He said, looking up at the hair atop her head, feeling his stomach churning, wishing only to run his fingers through her luscious locks... He had been forcing himself to not check her out anymore, which was proving to be quite a battle as his mind began to send prayers to a higher power to grant him more time with this goddess on Earth.
 
"You don't have to worry. We're still open for two hours. Please, if there's something I can do for you, let me help." She took a step closer to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Why don't you tell me what class it's for?" she asked looking up at him from behind her glasses.
 
A shiver ran through his body as her hand came into contact with the fabric of his t-shirt upon his shoulder. His heart began to pound, and he bit his lip slightly, looking down at the books in his hands and then down and into her eyes. For a moment he was lost, in another dimension, where everything was simply deep shades of blue, as if he were wrapped up in the middle of the storm, in the center of a tornado, where he could stand perfectly still, as everything whirled around him, and he would be perfectly fine there, forever.

After a few moments he broke the gaze and looked down, his eyes catching her remarkable cleavage and her ample chest, he looked down and away. "I-it's for my English Comp 2 class.." He said quietly, his voice deep by nature.
 
V tilted her head to the side. "Oh? Is there a particular selection you're looking for? Or just inspiration?" She was being serious, but even she was surprised at the flirtatious tone the inquiry took. Still, there was nothing wrong with a little flirting. She leaned across him and pointed three rows down. "There are some excellent books on theory there there are a good starting point for many people who aren't sure what to do...." her breasts were pressed right against him before she moved and looked at him. "Unless you're looking for something in particular?"
 
He stood up as straight as was possible as her breasts came into contact with his body, sweat forming on his forehead and at his temples, as he looked down to where she was pointing. "A-ah.. Thank you for pointing that o-out.." He was trying so hard not to stammer, not to show any weakness, because it almost seemed like she was flirting with him. That must just be my hopeful side... All of those roleplays online... All of that badly plotted out porn... This couldn't be... real. He looked down and into her eyes again, holding the gaze for a moment. "Uh, just having trouble getting this paper started.." He laughed nervously.
 
"What's it about?" She asked, glad that she hadn't lost the touch. It was amusing to see the young man so nervous, but she was there primarily to be a resource for him. He only needed to tell her what he wanted and she'd be more than happy to help. After all, it seemed like she owed him.
 
"U-uhh.." He looked down at his books, actually forgetting what the project was about for a moment. It was like the project didn't even matter right now.. It was late at night, and he was in an empty library with the most attractive woman (both sexually and beautifully) he had ever laid eyes on, and she seemed like she was going to help him with the most difficult assignment he'd ever had. "Uhh.. Mary Shelley's Frankenstein.." He stammered, looking at her again, his heart beating against the walls of his chest.
 
She smiled and nodded motioning for her to follow him. "Well then," she said walking him down a few aisles until she found the section she was looking for. "This section from the top shelf to the bottom will help. The top has several copies of the book, including several editions with questions for thought in the back. There are some criticisms of the book on the shelf below it, and the bottom shelf, has quite a bit of biographical material on the author," she said, picking a book from each row for him, spending just a few extra minutes on the bottom shelf before handing them to him. "These should be pretty helpful. The library will be nice and quiet for you when you study...but if the library closes while you're researching, just come see me at the circulation desk and we'll check you out."
 
I'd like to check you out... He thought to himself, looking at her as she bent over, and taking the books. "Th-thank you." He said, taking the piling stack and looking at her. "Thanks very much, Misses..." He looked to her chest for a nametag, searching for a few moments, "before" realizing that she didn't have one. "Misses..?" He asked, hoping she would correct the marriage-surname, and come onto him. "This will be a big help." He smiled, flashing his brilliant straight-teeth.
 
"It's Miss. You can call me Veronica, if you like though. Most people call me V, if that suits you better." She smiled at him. "Glad to have been of service," that said, she brushed against him as she left, though there was ample room for her to have made it around him and she started back toward the book cart she'd left behind.
 
(Ah, I meant to further the library book metaphor more. xD I can't believe I forgot.)

"Nice to eat-meet you, Veroni-Miss V." He said, smiling as she walked by, her breasts and body brushing against him, he let out a silent gasp, pushing his body back into hers somewhat. He took the books to a table and sat down, looking through some of them, not really paying too much attention to anything, his mind on her and her curves, his eyes occasionally following suit, looking away before she'd look over, hoping she didn't notice, or if she did, that she didn't mind. How can I get her...
 
(lol, it's okay, I'm sure you'll get another chance)

V smiled and winked at him as she walked away. She set about putting the books back on the shelves noticing from time to time that he was watching her. She chuckled as she finished putting away the first row before going back to him. "How are you coming on the paper?" she asked tilting her blonde head to the side, adjusting her glasses a little.
 
(We can only hope. >D)

He blushed, turning around and catching his breath after she had winked at him. He saw her coming over and looked down into his books, trying to find something decent to focus on if she asked him. "Uh, I'm finding some good stuff here.." He said, pointing at the book and smiling over at her. "How's the work going?" He asked, laughing slightly.
 
"Slow." The answer was quite simple. "I'm glad the books are turning out to be helpful. If you need to use a computer, our study rooms are open. Complete privacy if you want. But I'll let you get back to work. Do you need anything else?" she asked, tilting her blonde head to the side as she waited for his answer.
 
He looked at her, and his eyes flashed over her body quickly before looking back down to his books. "A-actually, could I photocopy some of these entries?" He asked, his mind instantly playing out a scenario of the two of them at the copy-machine, and her sitting up on it, scanning her ass, and handing the copy to him as she kissed him deeply. "I-if that's okay.." He said, biting his lip slightly, stopping the action as he realized it.
 
"Sure," she said with a light chuckle. Maybe she should have been a bit more gentle with this one. He seemed like he was having some trouble staying in reality and talking to her. "Follow me," she said, turning toward the machine, her hips swaying just perfectly without any real intention of making his situation worse.
 
Her laugh was as if angels were dragging their pudgy, light fingers along the strings of a harp, hitting the chords in a sequence that would conjure images of serenity, if you closed your eyes to them. He got up and followed her, shifting, realizing that he was getting a bit... attracted physically, he put on his hoodie, pulling it over, as it went down below his bulge, hiding it successfully. He watched her hips sway, his eyes lighting up, as his heart still pounded within his chest. "So, how did someone like you get stuck with a job like this?" He asked, though as soon as he said it, he almost wished he hadn't, in case she was in love with her job.
 
She laughed. "I actually like my job," she said with a smile. "The long hours, however, I could do without. I dunno, I guess I've always been and organization freak. Seemed like the perfect job. Why? What do you think I should be doing with my life?" she raised an eyebrow and led him to the copier, getting it ready for his needs.
 
"Ah, well then sorry.. I guess i just thought of 'librarian' as kind of a boring job, or something..." He laughed lightly and lowly, nervously, not wanting to offend this idol of a woman. He choked a bit on his spit, or the air, he wasn't sure which, and he didn't really care, at her question. "Uh, I don't know.. Modeling?" He said, his tone raising more than he meant it to, the final word coming off a bit on the flirty-side, as he bit his lip, taking one last glance at her ass.
 
"You're not the only one who's told me that," she said, catching him staring at her ass. V smiled softly and bent over a bit to make sure the copier had enough paper. "But I don't think I could handle it. People telling you what to wear, doing whatever they want to your body, and then telling you to lay off the ice cream...Doesn't seem very ideal to me. At least here, I get to use my brain." The blonde took the book from him and asked, "Which pages?"
 
He smiled. "Really?" He asked, smiling a bit and laughing lightly. "Ahh, yeah. I see what you mean." He laughed again, trying to act like he wasn't checking her out as she bent over and checked the paper. "I'm sure you'd be successful, though. I don't think you need to lay off the ice cream, either.." he said, stopping himself before he hit on her too much. He bit his lip, realizing he'd forgotten the book numbers. "Uhh.." He looked into it, standing next to her. "Sixty-nine and on?"
 
She raised and eyebrow and asked, "Until the end of the section or the end of the book? Because frankly I think that would be a bit of a waste in the way of paper." Still, she had taken his compliments and stored them in the back of her mind. V tok the book from him and lay it flat on the copier, hitting the scan button. She did this until the end of the section was reached, then handed the book back to him and pressed start. "If you need anything else, just let me know."
 
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