Laurie Chandler - The librarian_s naughty urge

She could still quote the letter by heart. "My dearest Doreen," it began, "I know I should be with you to tell you in person, but I'm writing this letter because I'm a coward. Maybe knowing that about me will make it easier to accept what I'm going to say, but I've met a girl I really dig." Doreen Miller realized she was speaking the letter out loud as she walked down the street. People were stopping to stare at her. She closed her mind as best she could. She couldn't bear to think about that letter. It was all too horrible. She had torn it up into a thousand bits when she read it, and then, spent the next several hours picking up all the pieces and fitting them back together. She read and re-read that letter for years, still dreaming that he would change his mind and come back to her.

She read in the paper that her own Jimmy Tibbs was marrying some rich snooty debutante. She burned that newspaper, and the letter he sent her. But she knew that letter by heart and from that day on, vowed she would never many.

Every time she saw a young man, she imagined that it was her Jimmy. She took a job in a school, not because she liked being a librarian, but because she could be surrounded by so many teens. Each one reminded her of Jimmy, particularly young Gary. Gay was right when he told his friend Ronnie that Miss Miller was staring at him, especially at his crotch. Looking at Gary brought her back to that day in the park when he first saw her and first fucked her.

Now she was engaged to be married again. Not to a handsome young knight, but to a worker in a shoe factory. Thomas Payson, age thirty-six, one year older than she was. He was handsome and masculine, but not young. He could never thrill her the way Jimmy did. No matter how big his cock was, it could never feel the same inside her cunt.

But Doreen Miller had never been fucked by Thomas. She had dated him and accepted his offer of marriage, only because she hated, the social pressures brought on unmarried women in this small town of Oakville. Every time she walked down the street, people whispered about her. At least getting married would shut their mouths.

She wasn't uptight about having sex with Thomas. On the contrary. She wanted to be fucked, but Thomas was the reluctant one.

"Oh, Thomas," she exclaimed, when he asked her to marry him. "Yes! Ohh, yes!" She put her arms around him and started to kiss him. He responded for a moment and then pushed her aside.

There was nothing stirring between his legs, as she felt when she put her hand on his crotch. He became almost violent. "Don't touch me there!" he shouted at her. "You know we shouldn't do things like that until we're married."

Doreen was stunned, but said nothing. He was the only man to ask her to many, and she couldn't do anything that would make him change his mind. Perhaps he had a stricter upbringing. Maybe he was religious. Whatever the reason, she knew she would have to wait until they were married before she could feel his thick cock inside her pussy.

Now, after the episode with Gary at school, she felt hornier than she had been in a long time. She had been looking at that marriage manual, not so much for herself, but in case Thomas wanted to study it. But looking at the pictures really turned her on, and when Gary was alone with her in the library, she lost her head when he started coming on to her.

Now she had sucked him off and had to finger-fuck herself to make herself come. It was the first real sexual contact she had with another person since Jimmy. It felt so good. All these years of pent-up sexual activity had made her pussy overflow like mad. But now, she wanted a cock inside her slit. She had to have it. She had to be fucked or she would go crazy.

Doreen called her fiance Thomas again. She wanted to speak to him. It was important.

He agreed to see her, and she put on her tightest dress, the one that showed the most cleavage. Then she dabbed herself with some very expensive perfume. She would have to get Thomas to fuck her. If she didn't have a cock up her slit she would go mad.

"Something wrong?" he asked her, wondering why she insisted on seeing him. "You're all dolled up. What for?"

"Just to see you," she said, sitting down on his soft and trying to look sexy. "Could I have a cigarette?" she asked him. He handed one to her. He sat down next to her. She leaned over him as far as she could without seeming too obvious and asked him to light it for her. He would have to look down and see her breasts. That would have to turn him on.

He did notice her large fleshy globes, but other than stare at them, he didn't react at all. She pressed her shoulder against his. There was no response. "You feelin' okay?" he asked her.

"Sure, Tom," she said. "You know, it's been so long since we've talked."

"Whaddaya wanna talk about?" he asked.

"Oh, things. Us. Are you really going to be happy with me?"

"Sure, doll," he said. "You know I am."

"I'm glad," she replied. "Ohh, it feels so good to be with you, Tom," she exclaimed. "Hold me, Tom. Make me feel loved." She put her own arms around him without giving him a chance to reply. He let her hug him, though he wasn't very passionate in return.

His aloofness only made her crave his body even more. She pressed her breasts against his chest. He couldn't resist this, not if he was normal.

She sensed the slightest of stirrings within his pants as she rubbed her tits against him. This was getting to him, she thought. She took hold of his hands and made him rub her tits.

"Ohhh, that's so good, Tom," she said. "Ohhh! Do it harder, Tom. Harder!"

He rubbed her slightly. "What's gotten into you," he asked. "You're really strange tonight."

"Strange?"

"Yeah, pawin' all over me like this. Somethin' turn you on today? I mean, what gives with this touchin' stuff?"

"Don't you want to touch me, Tom? I mean, we're going to be married soon."

"Well, when we're married, I'm gonna touch you, but it ain't right now. Y'know what I mean?"

"Oh, Tom, that's so old-fashioned," she said. "Nobody really believes that now."

"I do," he said. "C'mon, what you need is a drink. I'll fix you your usual."

"No, Tom," she said. "No more grasshoppers. Fix me a double martini, extra dry."

"Okay," he said. "You'll get drunk."

"Please, Tom. I need a drink now. A real drink." Tom fixed her the martini and poured himself a large glass of scotch, neat, no ice. After about fifteen minutes, Tom got up.

"I think you better go before you get really drunk," he told her. "C'mon, I'll drive you back."

"I can walk," she said, disappointed that her attempt at lust led nowhere.

"You'll fall. I'll drive you." He led her to his car. As he drove along, she tried to put her hand on his crotch, but he brushed her away. It upset her. She craved sex. She was no kid. She could do it without it being wrong, and certainly Tom could. What was he afraid of?

"See you Saturday," he said to her. She waved goodbye as he drove off. She was now slightly tipsy, and even more horny than ever. What she needed, she told herself was another drink.

Doreen waited until Tom was safely out of sight. Instead of entering her house, she walked down the road to Mike's Pub, the local watering hole.

She knew she would cause a stir entering the bar alone. Her reputation in town had spread quite far. The spinster librarian, that's what she was called.

"Martini," she called out at the bar. She was served the drink, and as she sat on the stool, several patrons eyed her lustily. She paid them no mind. She wasn't interested in them. But something did catch her eye at the pinball machine.

Doreen walked over to the game. A couple of guys were hitting the contraption, trying to increase their score.

"Are you supposed to do that?" she asked one of the boys who was hitting the machine hardest.