By the Book

by Androgyne

This story has been written by me for the guy who has organised and set up a Yahoo group for those who appreciate the wonderful stories by my friend J.W. She tells me he has a weakness for lesbian librarian stories so I really hope he enjoys this one I've written just for him. As a friend of J.W. he deserves a treat!

The heavy old oak door opens smoothly on its well oiled brass hinges and a lady steps through it then closes it behind her and turns a key in the lock. The lock, like the rest of the door’s furniture, is old but functions perfectly. They don’t make them like that nowadays! The door separates the early Victorian section of the Joshua Baines Memorial library and the new and updated wing. Let’s look now at the lady who has just secured the door.

Miss (not Ms) Abigail Barclay is your typical old maid spinster lady librarian. Or is she? We’ll just take a look at her shall we? She appears to be a well preserved fiftyish lady, neither tall nor short. Perhaps five foot five or six? Her skin is fair and her hair is a shade of mouse brown, not permed or styled in any way, just worn short and straight and cut at neck level with a fringe just above her eye level. Her eyes are blue behind the lenses of her spectacles which are one of her few concessions to modernity. Her long time, heavy; horn-rimmed frames; are now unobtainable so she wears a modern designer pair but they are still black.

Her teeth are clean and white though a little crooked because as a child her parents found making ends meet difficult and she never had the luxury of a private dentist and braces. She would appear to be a frump, a little overweight perhaps? Perhaps not! She may be one of those ladies who are simply solid and well made! Time to consider what she’s wearing?

She’s certainly not a fashion plate that’s for sure! Her shoes are sensible, low heeled black lace ups. She wears plain grey stockings because she hates wearing tights which always seem to creep and bag on her. Her black skirt is either too long or not long enough, neither one thing nor the other. Tucked into it is a plain white cotton blouse, high necked and crisply ironed. Over this she wears a dark brown cardigan, unbuttoned.

Her only cosmetic is a little pale pink lipstick and she trails a whiff of the only scent she ever uses, a sprinkle of rosewater. The other aroma around her is a smell she loves, the individual and unmistakable odour of old leather bound volumes. She has just returned several old and fairly valuable books that readers had requested for study purposes. Abigail has checked them carefully before shelving them because she considers most readers sloppy and messy, likely to mark her beloved stock.

She is now crossing the new multi-million pound extension opened only recently, all concrete, chrome, glass; and ceramic tiles. It’s impressive and easy to clean but in her heart Abigail loves the old building far more. Another thing that irks her is the proliferation of computer terminals for the use of the library’s patrons. Abi, yes let’s call her Abi as she can’t hear us say it, believes libraries are for books not computers.

Her flat shoes have rubber soles so as she paces smoothly across the non-slip tiled floor she makes no sound to speak of, which means the giggling trio of pre-teens gathered round one of three computer monitors, a little off to one side of the main banks of terminals that the public can have access to do not hear her coming. The girl’s laughter becomes louder and shriller in the comparative silence of the open plan floor so Abi makes her presence felt from a distance.

“Ladies please! You’re in a library not a school playground, quiet please!”

For whatever reason her intervention causes the girls to break and scamper off like a flock of birds frightened by the arrival of a large cat with a hungry look. Abi crosses to the computer monitor and stares at the screen. Ah well that explains a lot! The picture revealed seems to be some sort of adult cartoon series, Abi has watched it herself and is well aware of its contents. “The Adventures of Sappho” are clear before her.

In the picture a tall olive skinned woman who is wearing only a loose ankle length skirt has wrapped her arms around a tiny naked lass who may be a small woman or a girl. Sappho has large pear shaped breasts with highly erect nipples; the girl has small perky breasts, a flat belly, and a nice round little rump. The word balloon reads “Come my dear let me show you the love that only a woman can give you!”

As Abi reaches forward to log off the terminal and clear the screen of this erotic offering she sees something almost hidden by the keyboard. Shifting the board slightly she sees it’s one of the new computerised library cards. It bears first a photograph of a pretty blond girl, her name, “Tyra Cole”, a bar code that either allows her to borrow books or access the computers though she theoretically could not or should not be looking at content like this. Abi’s lips quirk and one eyebrow lifts, cocking her head on one side she picks up the card and ambles off with apparent certainty as to where she’s headed to.

On the mezzanine floor, mid way between the third and fourth floors, is the library coffee bar. Large, modern, spacious and open plan. As she suspected the three girls sit here chattering like three colourful cage birds at a corner table. Abi cruises smoothly up to their table.

“Ms Cole I have something of yours that you seem to have left behind.”

The pale skinned blond reddens instantly while her two friends want to look anywhere but at their friend or Abi.

“Would you please come with me to my office Ms Cole there are things we’ve got to talk about? You ladies can remain here.”

The eleven year old rises, smoothing her short school kilt, and walks towards Abi with her eyes downcast. Abi knows her age because her date of birth is also on the laminated slice of plastic along with the other details. In silence the girl tails after Abi until they reach another venerable oak door with brass handle and fingerplate polished by generations of cleaning staff. Abi stands aside and ushers the girl inside, as she closes the door she snaps on the locking lever.

Stepping into Abi’s office is like stepping back more than a hundred years. Oak panelled and an old wine coloured carpet on the floor. It’s walled with bookcases overflowing with all sizes, ages, and topics of reading matter. In the centre is a huge old rosewood desk with an incongruously modern swivel chair behind it while a smaller office chair faces it. Abi settles herself into her seat and gestures Tyra to sit facing her.

“Please sit Ms Cole! I’m interested to see that you seem to have been able to access a website that you should not have been able to get onto with the library’s filter system so I’ll ask you how you did it.”

Tyra shrugs defiantly.

“Who says I accessed anything Ma’am? It wasn’t me.”

Abi taps the smart card on her desk and smiles.

“I’m sure you’re quite clever with computers dear, they teach them at school now and I taught myself then took computer courses as part of my job so you’re bright but I’m brighter and it’s the library system you’ve used and I know it inside out. Watch this!”

Abi swipes the card through her terminal and taps the keys, seconds later the Sappho website is on her monitor screen.

“The last subject viewed with your card Ms Cole and I’m Miss Barclay not Ma’am or Abigail. What’s your interest in this my dear?”

Tyra reddens but gathers her nerve and looks defiantly at Abi.

“My friends and I love it but we can hardly get a chance to look at it, in school if I hack into the site and the other girls saw us reading it they’d call us dykes.

Abi has swivelled the screen to face the girl and she rises as her fingers fly over her keyboard. The screen clears then a new picture forms as Abi moves behind Tyra and rests her hands on the girl’s shoulders. Leaning down she purrs in the girl’s ear.

“If you liked that what do you think of this?”

Heavy hard nippled breasts rest against the girl’s back as her eyes bug at the pictures on the monitor. A pale, voluptuous, older woman; with large breasts and a smoothly shaven vulva writhes on a wide bed as a slender coal black young girl burrows her face between those rounded thighs and thrusts three fingers into her sopping cleft. From the computer’s speakers can be heard the blonde’s deep sensual moans.

Abi’s lips brush Tyra’s cheek while the hands that have been resting on her shoulders have slipped down, under the girls arms, and are now brushing the sides of Tyra’s small breasts. Abi’s warm breath tingles in Tyra’s ear.

“Doesn’t that look good my dear? Have you ever tried that with your two friends? Would you like to see more? Or try a little yourself?”

Abi’s palms are now cupping Tyra’s firm little breasts and she can feel the girls nipples harden as she kneads her throbbing flesh. Abi’s tongue flirts with Tyra’s ear lobe, her lips nuzzle the girl’s neck then she presses them against Tyra’s mouth which opens with a moan to allow Abi’s tongue to enter and wrap itself around Tyra’s as the girl writhes on the seat.

Certain now that the battle’s won Abi lifts the slight form of the aroused girl, laying her across the top of the huge desk. Her fingers quickly pop loose the buttons of the girl’s blouse then tug it out of her skirt’s waistband. Tugging down the zip on Tyra’s skirt she slips it off the girl’s slender and silky thighs leaving her clad only in her tight, white, nylon; panties. Bowing her head Abi kisses the damp patch clearly showing on the crotch of the panting child. Then hooking the elastic waistband she draws them off leaving Tyra in just ankle socks and her shoes.

Now it seems as if Abi’s clothes are too hot and too tight for her, yanking off that baggy cardigan she heaves at her blouse so hard that a button tears off and flies across the room. As she wrenches off the blouse she reveals a surprising scarlet satin bra that barely contains her bulging breasts. Unhooking the bra clasp she tosses it away from her. Naked to the waist she reveals, tattooed across her belly and breasts, a multi-coloured fire breathing dragon. Her back is decorated with a pair of angel’s wings. Both swollen nipples are pierced with silver hoops.

Shimmying out of that baggy skirt she shows a scarlet thong to match her discarded bra and soon that’s dragged down to disclose a smoothly shaven pussy and the glint of a clit ring. Her grey stockings are held by a scarlet suspender belt.

Abi grasps the girl’s slender thighs and parts them to stare at the neat and hairless slit that shows a faint dew of white pre-cum glistening on it. She moves her mouth to Tyra’s and they kiss with passion as her hands stroke and tease the girl’s small breasts and tiny nipples. Tyra’s arms are locked around Abi’s shoulders as the room sounds to deep and heavy breathing. Now Abi’s mouth moves down the girl’s body slowly and with the certainty of experience. She kisses her way down the flat belly, licks the swell of Tyra’s pudenda then finally goes where Tyra craves for her to go.

Her soft lips caress Tyra’s wet labia, sucking on them and tugging them with her lips. Groans of pleasure echo in the room. Then Abi slides her tongue between the outer labia and probes the taut inner wings, now awash with sweet tasting juices. Tyra’s clitoris is small but fully erect and when Abi glides her tongue over it the girl convulses and clamps her thighs on the older woman’s head. Sensing her need Abi eases two fingers deep into her tight vaginal canal and begins to steadily thrust them in and out in a corkscrew motion.

Tyra’s entire body is wracked with wild shudders and spasms as Abi expertly takes her to the verge of her climax then slows down to almost a halt as Tyra’s ragged breathing becomes gasps of thwarted desire. At last she grants the girl the peak of pleasure as she speeds back up, jerking her head in and out then back and forth as her tongue drives Tyra insane. Tyra’s scream is shrill as she orgasms massively, flooding Abi’s mouth and face with a rush of white, silky cum.

Abi watches the girl writhe and gasp as the cums burn through her, but she’s so roused she cannot wait any longer. Clambering onto the desk she straddles her head and lowers her burning pussy onto Tyra’s mouth. It’s as though Abi’s thrown a switch that brings her back to earth and it seems that Tyra is not at all inexperienced as her mouth sucks Abi’s blood gorged labia into her small mouth and nips at them with her sharp teeth. Abi’s wails of delight are torn from her throat as a stiffened tongue drives deep into her pulsing vagina then moves back a little to assault her stiffened clitoris.

Kneeling above Tyra’s upturned face Abi claws at her swollen breasts as ripples of ecstasy roll across her belly and her thighs flex as her orgasm blasts through her and she spurts her juices like a hose onto Tyra’s frantically working mouth. Abi crumples forward and slumps against her slender lover as her body twitches and jerks with the aftershocks of her climax.

Floating in a daze following the most amazing sex she’s had for a long time Abi becomes aware of a wonderful sensation, small hands part her full buttocks and a hot little tongue assaults the tight pucker of her arsehole. First licking the sensitive flesh then probing her sphincter and thrusting the tongue tip inside. Abi’s clit begins to tingle again and her pussy throbs with the thought of this marvellous little nymph she’s found. Rolling her body round she draws the willing Tyra into a tight 69 position.

First she repeats Tyra’s technique and slides her wet tongue tip up the crease of her arse to the rose brown crinkle then jabs the tip in and out until the girl wriggles with rising passion.Now her mouth plasters against Tyra’s wet pussy just as Tyra’s fingers slide into her arse and pussy almost simultaneously. Two bodies, locked together, roll on the polished wood working each other frantically toward another wild cum. As they explode together into a joint climax Abi squirts like a spouting whale and Tyra bucks, throws wide her thighs, then performs the same gift for Abi’s waiting mouth. They gulp down each others creamy flow like nectar.

Off Abi’s office there is an en suite washroom which is fortunate since the woman and child are plastered with sticky and drying love juice by the time they quit that desk top. Washed and dried they dress in contented silence. Then Tyra asks what Abi’s been hoping for.

“Can I come see you again Miss Abigail?”

“Of course dear next time you’re in the library knock on my door. If I’m not in ask at reception for them to page me. I’ll look forward to your next visit immensely. Before you go though dear what are your two friends’ names?”

“Alma Brent and Moira Kelly. Why Miss Abigail?”

“Because they were naughty just like you Tyra and don’t you think they should come up here and let me talk to them?”

If Abi’s smile is wide then Tyra’s is wider and she grins fit to bust.

“Oh yes Miss Abigail you’re right, they need a serious talking to like I did.”

“Then send up the plump little redhead first, the dark girl can go second. I’ll show them how things are in a library. I always do things by the book.”

Moira Kelly a plump little redhead raps on the office door and nervously opens it as a stern voice from inside tells her to come in. In a swivel chair, behind an impressive rosewood desk a frumpish spinster lady beckons her forward.

“Sit down my dear there’s a few things you have to learn about libraries!”