Librarians

[Belegon]

Sounds like the beginning of a story here.....

I remember the night well enough... I might have to fill in a few gaps, but...

 

[TheWritingGroup]

That is not fiction at all, though to be quite honest, I've had this reputation long before becoming a librarian.

Real things can happen in a fictional story. A current work in progress of mine has a scientist get distracted from all sorts of things (seduction, therapy ...) by thinking or talking about her current research. In one scene an aspect of her research distracts her from another element of it.

That is certainly based on knowing scientists.

 

[Five_Inch_Heels]

Sidenote ...


'Stacked' is the name of an offbeat SitCom staring Pamela Anderson in not a library, but a bookstore.

 

[DirtyMarine]

I wrote about a library/ librarian a long time ago under a different username…. Librarian’s can be hot and sexy.

 

[Britva415]

A few years ago, while doing the preliminary due diligence regarding the opening of my marriage, I checked out from my local library all the books on polyamory and nonmonogamy. My library didn't have them so I had to get them via interlibrary loan. To pick those books up, you have to talk to the librarian to get them. Same with returning them. No self-service for books from other libraries.

Once I had the greenlight to seek other partners, I got interested in bondage and got a bunch of those books too! Same deal - the local library had to get them from San Francisco, Oakland, etc. and I picked them up from and returned them to a real live librarian. Usually the same one but not always.

Usually we go at different times, but my wife and I went to the library together enough times that the librarians there have figured out we're a couple.

I'm gonna just leave this short and sweet and say "we have their attention."

 

[JuanSeiszFitzHall]

If you want the glasses off, you're not a REAL librarian fan.

If she takes off her glasses, she prefers not to see me in detail. That might work in my favor.

 

[AchtungNight]

The librarian with a secret life. Buffy’s Watcher Giles, Noah Wylie and his colleagues, or your typical sexy woman who works in a bookstore by day and moonlights as a stripper or porn star all qualify.

The librarian with a super hot possibly superpowered pal or two. The medieval castle librarian dating a lady knight in a fantasy computer game I’ve been enjoying a lot lately is an example of this. So is the research guy in your average tv cop show. So is Barbara Gordon during her wheelchair-bound days (she also qualifies for paragraph 1). Valued for their research skills, and they have a friend in the arena of heroism.

 

[Dancefactory]

My (female) librarians are well-educated, smart, well-behaving, correct, formally dressed (white shirt, pencil dress or something) and overall nice girls with absolutely no naughty thoughts. Then something happens and they end up naked, wet, blushing and screming in multiple orgasms. That happens in most libraries.

 

[TheLobster]

That happens in most libraries.

The screaming happens outside of the business hours, I hope.

 

[Belegon]

A few years ago, while doing the preliminary due diligence regarding the opening of my marriage, I checked out from my local library all the books on polyamory and nonmonogamy. My library didn't have them so I had to get them via interlibrary loan. To pick those books up, you have to talk to the librarian to get them. Same with returning them. No self-service for books from other libraries.

Once I had the greenlight to seek other partners, I got interested in bondage and got a bunch of those books too! Same deal - the local library had to get them from San Francisco, Oakland, etc. and I picked them up from and returned them to a real live librarian. Usually the same one but not always.

Usually we go at different times, but my wife and I went to the library together enough times that the librarians there have figured out we're a couple.

I'm gonna just leave this short and sweet and say "we have their attention."

See, this strikes me as fertile story ground... they have learned things about you "on the sly" and thus the "right" person can set themselves up to be involved... one who wants what you want.

 

[Kumquatqueen]

The librarian with a secret life. Buffy’s Watcher Giles, Noah Wylie and his colleagues, or your typical sexy woman who works in a bookstore by day and moonlights as a stripper or porn star all qualify.

The librarian with a super hot possibly superpowered pal or two. The medieval castle librarian dating a lady knight in a fantasy computer game I’ve been enjoying a lot lately is an example of this. So is the research guy in your average tv cop show. So is Barbara Gordon during her wheelchair-bound days (she also qualifies for paragraph 1). Valued for their research skills, and they have a friend in the arena of heroism.

Marlee Matlin as Harriet Schiff in The Magicians, and the woman playing her mother, both Librarians in the Nether-lands. And Penny getting roped in after he dies.

 

[KittyOfSteele]

Well... This is it.

I'm doing a roman à clef now. There's just no other way. This thread has been in my mind, and I remember this one athletic woman who checked a few classics...

Though to be real this is where I started to actually read and learn erotica: in the library, as a librarian, finding the erotica collection hidden in plain sight.

 

[Wifetheif]

Now for the wet blanket of reality. I have been in the library biz for over forty years. I've worked in small town libraries and huge academic librarues with hundreds of librarians under one roof. The librarian fantasy is just that a fantasy. The number of staggeringly beuatiful female libraians I have met over the decades wouln't give me a full set of digits on either hand. Plenty of cute ones, plenty of average. Quite a few of the female librarians I encountered over the years were completely repellant including a supevisor who was a sensuality vacuum. There are almost no studly male librarians. Geeks predominate mixed in with conceited assholes and very little in between. The REAL appeal in a college libray are the co-ed volunteers. In the public libraries it's the MILFs coming in during the summer in their shorts or shirt skirts. Most librarians have had no other careers so they are socially stunted and think books are all that matter. They don't see life from the big picture perspective. I had a department head I would have run through a brick wall for, she was such a good boss. She worked in the finance industry for a decade before she went to library school, so she was well-rounded, decent human being. Virtually the ONLY one I encountered in four decades plus of toiling in the stacks and getting the books to the shelves. Seriously, he librarian fantasy HAS to die!

 

[Dancefactory]

Seriously, he librarian fantasy HAS to die!

It’s a fantasy, a good one. If we stop playing and having fun, we stop being human.

 

[Crios]

It's interesting to me that you this. I've known a fair number of librarians over the years. On the whole, I would consider them the most accepting group of people out of any group of professionals I've known. But I think there may be really three different groups of librarians. Public school librarians, public library librarians and college librarians. I think every one I've known socially comes from one of the latter two wings of the profession. Public libraries have become the last refuges for many marginalized communities, so I think it would be very hard to work at a public library if you were not very accepting. And working with college students means almost nothing should surprise you.

But I can see k-12 librarians being much more sheltered, especially the elementary school ones and, as you say, from parts of the country where some groups are less visible.

Being safe and accepting of third graders is very different from being seen that way by college students or the community at large.

Thinking back to my library “school” days in the early 80s, I was one of the few men in the masters program back then. Maybe 95% of the students were women. Of the 5% that were men, most of them were openly gay. I was heterosexual and, in fact, engaged to a woman back in my hometown. Didn’t stop my male fellow students from hitting on me though. I often wonder what my male classmates thought of during the San Francisco ALA conferences.
We had a few women that were a bit free spirited but I think, being a post program, most were to focused on their class work rather than having a good time.

 

[Five_Inch_Heels]

Seriously, he librarian fantasy HAS to die!

Seriously, the librarian fantasy HAS to be validated by more attractive, vivacious and adventurous people getting into the stacks.

 

[wwot40]

Seriously, the librarian fantasy HAS to be validated by more attractive, vivacious and adventurous people getting into the stacks.

Agreed!

 

[PennyThompson]

Plenty of cute ones

Geeks

socially stunted and think books are all that matter

So, clearly it's not an aesthetic or ethos that does anything for you, but personally I love all of this

 

[EmilyMiller]

She tapped the keyboard of an old and dusty PC, seemingly to no effect. Then she hit the monitor hard, and smiled. “That’s better. No, that was my only copy. But, the British Library has one.”

With thanks, the two women hurriedly departed.

“Is it close?” asked Juliana.

“Yes,” replied Cara, starting the engine, “just a few minutes.”

Having almost ended up under a London bus in Tavistock Square, Cara more carefully turned onto the Euston Road. The red brick of their destination was immediately in sight.

At the desk, Cara said, “We’d like to view a book.”

“Of course, Madam,” replied the man behind the plate glass. “May I see your reader ID?”

“My what?” asked Cara.

Juliana spoke up. “Hi, you might be able to find my registration. My name is Jones. J. W. Jones, Ph.D.”

The man accessed his records. “Hmm… it’s an older ID, but it checks out. Dates back to when we were collocated with The Museum. I must say you look amazing for your age, Doctor.”

“Thank you,” smiled Juliana. “Where do we go?”

“Take this.” He handed over a plastic card. “Your friend can accompany you. It’s through the double doors. Just ask one of the librarians to help. They will all be wearing staff badges.”

The librarian they found was called Evelyn. She was in her twenties, with dark curly hair, bespectacled, pretty, and obviously terminally shy. She showed the pair to a reading room. In a few minutes, she returned, carefully carrying Thucydides's great work, along with gloves for Cara and Juliana to wear.

“Given its antiquity and value, I’ll need to stay in the room, I hope that’s convenient,” Evelyn explained with an air of embarrassment. “I’m…” she continued, falteringly, “well, I did my dissertation on The Chronicles, so, well… if you have any questions.”

“We’ll bear that in mind,” said Juliana, turning on her considerable charm, “and no problem at all. Please stay, we won’t be long.”

Cara rolled her eyes, but said nothing.

They found the page quickly, and Cara asked if they could take a photo of it.

“I’m afraid not, Madam. Strictly against the rules,” the young librarian replied.

“Really?” said Juliana, standing and approaching Evelyn. “Strictly you say?”

“Er, yes, Madam,” she stuttered.

“Call me Juliana,” the archaeologist interjected.

“OK… um… Juliana.” Evelyn had removed her glasses, and was polishing them with a handkerchief.

“Evelyn… such a pretty name, for such a pretty girl.” Juliana was almost purring.

Glancing back at Cara, Juliana waved her hand urgently. Cara got the idea and pulled out her iPhone discreetly.

“Er… pretty? Gosh! No, no… not really… I…”

Juliana stroked Evelyn’s cheek, and the librarian blushed, looking at the floor and shuffling her feet. Then she heard a sound which even someone from her era knew was indicative of her friend having taken a photo.

“Well, anyway, we have to be going now. Thank you for all your help, Evelyn. And see you again sometime maybe.”

“OK… um… 07754432418.” She rushed the numbers out rapidly.

“What?” said Juliana.

“She’s giving you her mobile number,” whispered Cara, but more than loud enough for Evelyn to hear. The librarian turned bright red.

“Oh… um… thanks,” mumbled Juliana, a little taken aback.

“Aren’t you… well… um… going to save it in your contacts?” asked Evelyn, her cheeks now closer to scarlet.

“No need, kid,” smiled Juliana. “Got it in here,” she added, tapping her temple.

Juliana pecked the other woman’s cheek, eliciting more eye rolls from Cara. With that, they left the flustered young woman to return the precious volume to storage. As they closed the door behind them, Cara saw Evelyn touching her face where she had been kissed.

‘Kinda sweet, I suppose,’ she thought.

 

[EmilyMiller]

She tapped the keyboard of an old and dusty PC, seemingly to no effect. Then she hit the monitor hard, and smiled. “That’s better. No, that was my only copy. But, the British Library has one.”

With thanks, the two women hurriedly departed.

“Is it close?” asked Juliana.

“Yes,” replied Cara, starting the engine, “just a few minutes.”

Having almost ended up under a London bus in Tavistock Square, Cara more carefully turned onto the Euston Road. The red brick of their destination was immediately in sight.

At the desk, Cara said, “We’d like to view a book.”

“Of course, Madam,” replied the man behind the plate glass. “May I see your reader ID?”

“My what?” asked Cara.

Juliana spoke up. “Hi, you might be able to find my registration. My name is Jones. J. W. Jones, Ph.D.”

The man accessed his records. “Hmm… it’s an older ID, but it checks out. Dates back to when we were collocated with The Museum. I must say you look amazing for your age, Doctor.”

“Thank you,” smiled Juliana. “Where do we go?”

“Take this.” He handed over a plastic card. “Your friend can accompany you. It’s through the double doors. Just ask one of the librarians to help. They will all be wearing staff badges.”

The librarian they found was called Evelyn. She was in her twenties, with dark curly hair, bespectacled, pretty, and obviously terminally shy. She showed the pair to a reading room. In a few minutes, she returned, carefully carrying Thucydides's great work, along with gloves for Cara and Juliana to wear.

“Given its antiquity and value, I’ll need to stay in the room, I hope that’s convenient,” Evelyn explained with an air of embarrassment. “I’m…” she continued, falteringly, “well, I did my dissertation on The Chronicles, so, well… if you have any questions.”

“We’ll bear that in mind,” said Juliana, turning on her considerable charm, “and no problem at all. Please stay, we won’t be long.”

Cara rolled her eyes, but said nothing.

They found the page quickly, and Cara asked if they could take a photo of it.

“I’m afraid not, Madam. Strictly against the rules,” the young librarian replied.

“Really?” said Juliana, standing and approaching Evelyn. “Strictly you say?”

“Er, yes, Madam,” she stuttered.

“Call me Juliana,” the archaeologist interjected.

“OK… um… Juliana.” Evelyn had removed her glasses, and was polishing them with a handkerchief.

“Evelyn… such a pretty name, for such a pretty girl.” Juliana was almost purring.

Glancing back at Cara, Juliana waved her hand urgently. Cara got the idea and pulled out her iPhone discreetly.

“Er… pretty? Gosh! No, no… not really… I…”

Juliana stroked Evelyn’s cheek, and the librarian blushed, looking at the floor and shuffling her feet. Then she heard a sound which even someone from her era knew was indicative of her friend having taken a photo.

“Well, anyway, we have to be going now. Thank you for all your help, Evelyn. And see you again sometime maybe.”

“OK… um… 07754432418.” She rushed the numbers out rapidly.

“What?” said Juliana.

“She’s giving you her mobile number,” whispered Cara, but more than loud enough for Evelyn to hear. The librarian turned bright red.

“Oh… um… thanks,” mumbled Juliana, a little taken aback.

“Aren’t you… well… um… going to save it in your contacts?” asked Evelyn, her cheeks now closer to scarlet.

“No need, kid,” smiled Juliana. “Got it in here,” she added, tapping her temple.

Juliana pecked the other woman’s cheek, eliciting more eye rolls from Cara. With that, they left the flustered young woman to return the precious volume to storage. As they closed the door behind them, Cara saw Evelyn touching her face where she had been kissed.

‘Kinda sweet, I suppose,’ she thought.

FWIW, I have life membership of The British Library from many years ago. Unless they have changed the rules since then, I guess .

 

[XerXesXu]

FWIW, I have life membership of The British Library from many years ago. Unless they have changed the rules since then, I guess .

#metoo. It was my local library.