"The Librarian" (closed but feel free to read along)

[BellaMiles]

"The Librarian"

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Bella Miles caught movement out of the corner of her eye as she was returning books to the stacks in the University's Main Library. At the end of the aisle, a young man was looking her way with wide eyes and a gaping mouth; he held a single hardback book in his hands so tightly that even from 20 feet away the Librarian could see his knuckles were turning white.

As she peered into his eyes, his eyes ogled her delicious figure. Bella was 5'9", weighed 124 pounds on a bad day, and measured out at 34-24-36 with the most amazing, gravity defying, natural D-cup breasts. Her firm, pear shaped ass and long, athletic legs had often caused men to follow her mesmerized for blocks beyond the destinations they had in mind when they caught sight of her. Wavy, sandy blond hair -- highlighted a bit more blonde by sun and chemicals -- reached to her midback, and her deep green eyes were pools in which men, and sometimes even women, found themselves lost after just seconds of conversation at an up close and personal proximity.

The student at the end of the book aisle looked the librarian over with the hunger of a man who'd never before laid eyes -- let alone hands -- on a woman who looked like Bella Miles. Her lips spread just a tiny bit at the thought, a smile resulting from both delight and pride.

Bella was not a conceited, self absorbed type of woman. Many of the University's red hot babes were; they got themselves through life -- and through their classes -- by deploying their incredible bodies to a higher degree than they they did their brains. Being smoking hot -- just one of the compliments Bella received often -- was just something she was, something unavoidable but none the less fortunate, too.

Oh, little of this foundation that was Bella Miles's form was of her doing, of course. Mother Nature and good DNA was responsible for that; her father had been a male model and Olympic swimmer; her mother was still a professional dancer and actress. The odds that their daughter was going to be physically beautiful had been very good.

But Bella did take care of herself, so perhaps she deserved some of the credit after all. She exercised daily, she maintained a healthy diet, and she'd learned how to dress, paint her face, and generally carry herself in a way that spoke of grace and confidence, both of which caused men -- and again, women -- to yearn for her company in the most intimate of ways.

Those who knew her, though, would tell you that Bella was just as beautiful inside as out. She had a kind heart and a benevolent personality; in addition to her work at the University as a part time librarian, Bella was a volunteer tutor at a local high school -- talk about awestruck males -- and a team member of six different community organizations, involving herself in everything from building houses to sheltering battered women to feeding the elderly. She was a PhD candidate as well, something she was most definitely accomplishing with the gray matter within her skull as opposed to the perfect, flawless body that came with it.

Bella finished putting the last books on the shelf and headed slowly toward the teenaged man. She didn't need to add any erotic sway to her walk as the heels did that for her, but she did give him a bit of a knowing smirk as she asked with a polite, helpful tone, "Is there something you were looking for ... something I can help you find?"

The student just continued to stare in awe at Bella, his eyes so obviously taking in her shapely bosom and the ever-pert nipples that seemed determined to show themselves to some degree no matter what she was wearing. She looked down at the book in his now trembling hands, then back up, asking, "Did you need me to help you return that?"

He finally snapped out of his daze and looked up into Bella's eyes. He held the book out to her saying, "My friend ... Harry ... he, he said ... he said ... he told me that if I returned this book ... he said if I took this book with me--"

Bella couldn't help but smile, then giggle just a bit. She took the book he was offering, held it before her with the spine downward, and lessened her grip on it; the two halves of the tome parted just a bit at the presence of something between them: a featureless black piece of plastic about the size of a credit card, and three brand new, crisp $100 bills.

"What's your name, handsome?" she asked silently.

It took him a moment to answer, "Brian."

"Brian, do you have a cell phone?" Bella asked, still sounding polite and helpful. He nodded, and when she held her hand out, he placed it in her palm. She assured that it was turned off, then kept a hold of it. "See the door behind me?"

He leaned and looked to the door labeled Study Rooms, then stood tall again and nodded. Bella turned aside, freeing up a path between him and the portal. "Why don't you head into Room #6, and I'll be right with you ... for our study session."

He hesitated a moment, looked at his phone, realized he wasn't getting it back quite yet, and hurried off toward the door; he peeked back a handful of times, the last look finding Bella following after him casually. He passed through one door, then another...

...and an hour and a half later, he emerged again with the proud, accomplished expression of a man who'd just finished climbing Mount Everest. Bella herself had already departed the room, heading for the Staff Ladies Room to brush her teeth and freshen her mouth after what she'd done with it. She'd left Brian's phone with him but kept the black card and, of course, the $300 tutoring fee; in her mind, Bella had already spent most of it on one of her battered clients and the woman's tween aged daughter who Bella was hiding in a downtown motel.

And with that part of her day completed, the 24 year old librarian returned to the stacks and picked up where she'd left off.

 

[Homerun2611]

Christian Mittlestadt

Christian Mittlestadt sat in the waiting room waiting to see Dr. Kilgannon. He wasn't there by choice. The fact it was Monday, February 10, Valentines Day would be Friday, and once again he would be crushingly alone.

It seemed like forever since the seven months ago when Chris had enrolled at the University. He had so looked forward to coming to college, experiencing the college life and leaving his puritan Pennsylvania hometown behind him. Never, ever, had he thought it would be this hard! Hard, even he had to laugh at the irony of the word, for within those four letters were the problem.

He had gone to an all boys Catholic school, occasionally girls would come in, some of his friends would brag the next day about the girls who "gave it up"! They would discuss who sucked cock the best, if any of them had shared one of the local girls from Rosary. Christian had sat their quiet, never participating but oh so envious. He was the Father's secretary's son. His mother had made sure he did not attend. He had shown up at the prestigious New England liberal arts University as academically accomplished as any, but socially, he couldn't wait.

His academic pedigree and his talent at most athletics had gotten him into the final round to join the pledge class at Sigma Chi, the top fraternity on campus. The final night before bids went out, there they stood, 25 of them vying to join the next class of 20 pledges. It should have been a layup. They had been stripped naked, it was a cock fight. And although it had been flagrantly underutilized in the more enjoyable pursuits, Christian had a nicely well endowed cock, unfortunately the night did not end up giving the opportunity he should have enjoyed to bask in that glory. Lorelai had walked in, she was a 22 year old, bleach blonde stripper who for the past three pledge classes had performed her show. The goal simple, dance, get them hard, and measure...tiny cocks need not apply...they were Sigma Chi!

Lorelai was doing her best, grinding and stripping, quickly topless, as the enthusiastic crowd hooted and hollared. Se was being successful, flags were quickly flying at full mast. She had barely slipped her fingers into the waist band of her g-string when it happened. Chris' ultra virgin cock, could not stand the excitement, and the first arc of his creamy enthusiasm was quickly fired in rapid succession. There was only one thing worse than having a tiny cock, and that was premature ejaculation. "Shooter" had been born.

Within a week there was barely a person on campus that hadn't laughed at the story. Shooter was not invited into the fraternity and was back in his room the laughing stock of the small, prestigious University. A half hour ago, Chris had visited the Provost, he hadn't talked to his parents yet, but he wanted to quit school, quit life, crawl into a hole.

She opened the door, "Christian?" He looked up, she was a doctor? Dr. Kilgannon sure didn't look like any Doctor Chris had ever seen. Probably 40 years old, she was...gorgeous, at least by Chris' inexperienced standard. She was dressed in a pencil skirt that hugged her five foot six frame, it was dark black with a wide belt that wrapped around her 23 inch waist. Dr. Kilgannon kept herself in good shape, she liked men to look at her, she had a body by Mattel, and as much silicone in her full 33 D breasts as any Barbie. Dr. Kilgannon, unlike the mattel icon, had jet black hair, sharp features, full lips that she painted in a rich scarlett lipstick, and perfume that filled your senses and made you know you were with a real woman.

"Yes, th...that's me...Doctor?" She smiled and invited him in. She had him lie down, it was easier to talk not looking at her. He dumped out the whole embarrassing story, the strict religious upbringing, the hopes he had taken and quickly dashed in college, and the current emptiness of his existence. Why not tell the truth...if he did...maybe they would let him the hell out of here!

 

[BellaMiles]

Dr. Emily Kilgannon was on her way out the door, heading for an early dinner with a gentleman friend, when a light knock on the door of her University Counselors office startled her. In an instant she remembered the addition of a counseling session with a first year student. She pulled open the door to her coat closet and took a look at herself. Emily wasn't exactly dressed for a session, but she didn't want to take the time to change back into her more conservative dress.

She opened the door, caught how his eyes dropped for a moment to take in her well displayed bosom, waited for him to look back to her own eyes again, and asked knowingly, "Christian?"

Emily gestured him inside, asking, "Mittlestadt ... am I pronouncing that right?"

He ensured she had it right, and after a brief chat about how he was doing, she invited him to lay back on a comfortable couch near the north windows. They chatted a bit more about random university and family related things; about the upcoming Valentines Day and about his Pennsylvania hometown and upbringing, about his all boys Catholic school and the girls who often entertained Christian's classmates in the more intimate ways, and about the Sigma Chi fraternity he'd wanted to join but likely wished to see burn to the ground now.

"So what is it that brings you to my couch today, Christian," she asked finally. "And remember, this is a safe place and what you say here today remains between the two of us."

He spilled out what in his mind was his embarrassing story, ending with some thoughts that led Emily to believe he was looking for justification to his belief that he would be better off no longer being at the University.

"Running away is not going to fix this, Christian," Emily told him with a firm and yet empathetic tone. "Running away rarely solves the problem, any problem."

They chatted some more about not just what had happened to him at the Frat house and at a variety of locations after that night, incidents that had often included his being referred to as Shooter. In regards to those male students teasing him, Emily had a simple response. "Men are assholes."

That got a reaction from Christian, and that response made Emily laugh. She clarified, "Oh, I don't mean all of them, of course. And for those to whom the comment is applicable, I don't mean all the time either."

She went on to speak about how the age of the University's student body is one that results in a great deal of situations that are harmful to the psychological well being of many students. "Most people believe that high school is when changes in bodies and minds cause the most anxiety in young men and women. But, most of the people who believe this have never been a University Counselor either."

They chatted some more about his experiences on campus thus far, and Emily began to realize just what was at the core of Christian's problems. With a very serious tone, she bluntly told him, "You need to get laid."

She gave Christian a moment to react or to not react, whatever, then chuckled. "I'm sorry, I should have warned you. I can be blunt and, sometimes, a bit inappropriate. Please, keep my outburst secret, Christian. But ... I am right. The event at the Fraternity that resulted in your unfortunate nickname ... some of the other incidents of which you've spoken or of which you have alluded. It is my opinion that your anxiety is directly related to the sexual frustration you are suffering due to either the belief that you will never or at least will not soon have the opportunity to lose your virginity ... or ... that you will never or at least will not soon enjoy the pleasure of a beautiful woman."

She rose from her chair and headed for her desk as she continued speaking about the medical and psychological basis of what she was telling Christian. After removing something that looked like a black credit card from the top drawer of her desk, picking out an unusual looking felt tip, and writing a few words on the card, she crossed the room to sit on the coffee table directly before her student-patient.

"Christian, this may go against what your upbringing taught you," she said in a soft, sincere tone from just out of his reach, "and -- I will be honest -- this may go against the strict reading of the laws and guidelines of my profession ... but ... I think what you need is to have a pleasant and satisfying encounter ... a sexual encounter ... with a very beautiful woman."

Emily flashed the black card before him which -- despite he having seen her write on it -- was blank on both sides. She continued, "Now, I can't do anything to make one of the beautiful women on this campus suddenly wish to remove her clothes and make passionate love with you. But ... if you are comfortable with making a bit of an expenditure for such services from a very attractive, very skilled professional in this area, I assure you, Christian ... the anxiety you are suffering now will be alleviated ... and you will do so much better in school ... and in life."

 

[Homerun2611]

Christian did his best to ignore how sexy the Doctor was, but as he laid down he could not do anything to prevent the erection that the body, face and cleavage of the Dr. Kilgannon had naturally induced. He adjusted and tried his best to think of something, anything than the gorgeous Doctor asking him questions.

He had answered honestly and when finished he expected some clinical explanation, maybe a prescription, a recommendation of a support group, further sessions. However, the actual recommendation made him take a deep breath! "You need to get laid." He was tempted to turn around, but didn't. "Uh...yeah...but" She explained her logic and she was right, he was anxiety ridden, but it wasn't like he didn't know what he needed, it was more...he had no idea how to get it."

It was then she got up and walked toward her desk, for a moment he had the fantasy of the Doctor turning around, stripping right there, and... But no. He watched her pick up a card, and write some things on it. "Christian, this may go against what your upbringing taught you," she said in a soft, sincere tone from just out of his reach, "and -- I will be honest -- this may go against the strict reading of the laws and guidelines of my profession ... but ... I think what you need is to have a pleasant and satisfying encounter ... a sexual encounter ... with a very beautiful woman."

He sat up, and looked at her, this was getting more frustrating. "I know...God, I know that...don't you think I have wanted that more than anything but how?" She handed him the card, there was nothing on it. "Now, I can't do anything to make one of the beautiful women on this campus suddenly wish to remove her clothes and make passionate love with you. But ... if you are comfortable with making a bit of an expenditure for such services from a very attractive, very skilled professional in this area, I assure you, Christian ... the anxiety you are suffering now will be alleviated ... and you will do so much better in school ... and in life."

Chris was really puzzled, "What exactly, are you suggesting a surrogate?" She smiled, that was a nice name for it, but no, not exactly. He bit his lip, "I have money, that is not the issue, how much are we talking here?" He also had savings bonds, but he had been given an allowance and other than pizzas he had spent almost none of it. Of course he hadn't told his parents, and so teh money kept coming, and he had saved almost $2,000.

Dr. Kilgannon told him the details, and the location. She asked if he had been to the library, he laughed. Yes, in fact he had gone every chance he could. It was quiet, and there was a librarian there, that had been his constant source of fantasy. It was then he was told to go the day after tomorrow to that library, and give that very librarian the card he now held in his hand.

Suddenly the appointment was over, and the Doctor escorted Chris to the door. She even leaned in and most unprofessoinally, kissed him on the cheek. "Don't worry Christian...your life is about to change for the better, I promise!" Chris had only one last question, "Should I set up another appointment?" She just smiled, "Let's see if that's needed..."