Laurie Chandler - The librarian_s naughty urge

"Ugh, the dried-up old cunt is sittin' at her desk," moaned Gary Fredericks, as he walked into the high school library.

"Sssh, you dummy," cried his friend. Ronnie Charlton. "She'll hear you!"

"Well, I don't care," Gary asserted. "I hate the old bitch!"

"What she ever do to you?" asked his friend.

"I don't like the way she stares at me, that's what," said Gary. "Oooh, she gives me the creeps!"

Ronnie laughed. "She don't stare at you. What would she wanna stare at you for? She's got her own boyfriend."

"No shit? Who would want her?"

"Aw, Gary, she ain't so bad. Some girl told me that she's finally gonna get married."

"To what?"

"Some guy what works at the shoe factory. I dunno. C'mon, lay off. She ain't done nothin' to you. Besides, she ain't so bad-lookin'. I mean she ain't old."

"Oh? You wanna tell her you like her and wanna marry her?"

"I just said she ain't bad-lookin', is all. She's better lookin' than half the fuckin' girls in this dumb school."

"C'mon, Ronnie, you're gonna tell her that."

"What?"

"You heard me, dummy. C'mere, meathead. Tell old Miss Miller that you think she's cute."

"I didn't say that."

"You're gonna say that now!" Gary pulled his friend Ronnie off the library chair and dragged him over to Miss Miller, the librarian.

"My friend here got somethin' to say to you," Gary told the woman. "C'mon, Ronnie, don't be shy."

"Well, what is it, Ronnie?" asked Miss Miller.

"Uh, nothin'," he said slowly. "My friend is tryin' to be funny. Sorry."

"He wanted to tell you you're cute!" blurted out Gary. He started to laugh, ignoring the embarrassed looks of both Miss Miller and his friend Ronnie.

Miss Doreen Miller was the librarian for the Oakville High School. It had been her job for fifteen years, ever since she graduated from Gaylor Teacher's College. She liked her job. It was easy and the surroundings were quite pleasant.

She wasn't unattractive. In fact, she could be downright pretty if she wouldn't tie her hair up in a bun all the time. She wore glasses, not for seeing, but in order to make herself an authority figure in the school.

At thirty-five, Miss Miller was finally engaged to be married. She had told herself for years that she never wanted to many, and almost convinced herself of it. An unfortunate love affair when she was young left her scarred, and she was sure she was perfectly happy living as a single woman, with her job and her home providing all the comforts and pleasures she needed.

Almost, that is. There was one kind of pleasure she almost never experienced. Sex. She wasn't a virgin, though, since during her teen-aged years, she fucked around with Jimmy Tibbs. But he jilted her right before their marriage. And up until now, she never believed for one moment that she would ever marry anyone else.

The one who asked her, Thomas Payson, worked in the Olcott Shoe Factory. He was on the assembly line, and his large frame and overpowering masculinity appealed to her. He was a welcome change from all the wispy types she encountered all day at school.

Miss Miller was seated at the large desk in the center of the library as the boys approached her. She was engrossed in a book, and as she read, toyed with her long blonde hair that was tied up in the back. The book, a "how-to" manual for married couples, was not part of the high school library, but something she had bought from a bookstore on her way to work this morning.

Now two of her charges had not only insulted her, but were both laughing. Even Ronnie, who had at first been embarrassed at his friend's meanness, was laughing out loud in the comet of the library.

What she didn't know was that they weren't laughing at Gary's rude remark, but because they suddenly noticed what book she was reading.

"Did you see that?" asked Gary, doubled over with laughter. "She's readin' a book on how to do it."

"Yeah, she don't know! I bet she ain't never done it. I bet her pussy's all dried out by now. That poor guy is gonna get his dick all scraped when he tries to stick it in."

"Will you boys be quiet!" she called out, startling everyone else in the library study hall. "If you don't quiet down. I'll have you sent to the Dean's office!"

"Mebbe that's why she was lookin' at me all term," said Gary. "Mebbe she wants me to show her how to do it."

"She wasn't lookin' at you, you oaf," replied Ronnie. "She looks at all the boys. I thought you knew that."

"I ain't never seen her lookin' at you. Nah, she may look at lots of boys, but it's me she wants. I know it. I caught her lookin' at my fly the other day. I bet she doesn't even know what I got inside."

"Neither does Sally, from what I heard!" snickered Ronnie. Sally was Gary's girlfriend, and Gary had boasted to all his friends about how many times he'd made it with.

"You fucking' liar!" Gary cursed as he tried to pull Ronnie by the collar. "Who told you that? We made it lots of times!"

"I ain't never said you didn't," replied Ronnie weakly. He should have known, his friend was too sensitive on that point. Probably Gary never did fuck Sally. But he should've gone along with Gary about that.

"All right!" cried Miss Miller, seeing the boys continuing to make noise. "You can both go right down to Dean Sharpe's office this very minute. And you both are going to stay here after school today! Now I warned you! I'm calling Dean Sharpe and telling him you'll be there in one minute flat!"

"I don't mind seein' the fuckin' Dean," said Gary, as he and his friend were forced to go to his office, "but it's the fuckin' stayin' after school that I hate. I gotta get to practice. Bay, I hate that fuckin' cunt!"

After school, the boys knew that they had no choice but to return to the library. If there was one thing that neither one of them ever looked at, it was a book, and the library was filled with books.

"Well, you see what comes with talking during library period?" Miss Miller asked them as they returned after three o'clock.

"Aw, hell, we weren't talkin'," protested Gary. "C'mon, don't be so mean. I gotta get to practice."

"You'll get to practice when I say so," she said sternly. "Now I want both of you to write a report on the geography of Tibet. You'll find all the information in the encyclopedia."

"Awww shit!" cried Gary. "Where the heck is Tibet?"

"Watch your language!" remarked Miss Miller. "You, Gary, will write an additional composition on, ohhh, let's see. You are going to write about King George the third. And if you don't finish it by five tonight, you'll just come back every day until you do."

"Ohh, fuck!" cried Gary. "I'll never get to practice. Why are you pickin' on me?"

"I'm not picking on you," said Miss Miller.

"You sure are, you dried-up old cunt!" he cried, thinking it was under his breath. But Miss Miller heard that remark.

"Gary Fredericks! You ought to have your mouth washed out with soap! I'm going to have to deal with you differently! Ronnie, you can go. Do that report at home and bring it to me tomorrow. I think Gary acts this way because he is showing off for his friends!"

Ronnie got up. He was relieved to get out of the library, and even though he wanted to be with his friend, there were limits to friendship, and staying after school was outside those limits.

"You really are pickin' on me," complained Gary after his friend had gone. "You hate me!"

"I don't hate you," she said. "I just feel sorry for you."

"Yeah? Well, you ain't got no right to talk. Everyone feels sorry for you."

"Oh? And what for, may I ask?"

"'Cause you ain't married," he said openly.

Miss Miller was taken aback. "Well, if that is true, everyone can save their pity. I'm getting married next month."