Frank Brown - Horny peeping librarian

Sue walked down the aisle, shaking her head. "Well, well, what have we here?" She sniffed the air. "Do I smell, what I think I smell?"

The girl's face flamed red. "I wasn't doing anything. Honest."

Sue shook her head again. "Where have I heard that line before? Young lady, a library isn't the place for playing with yourself. I realize you young girls can get pretty horny, but do you really think we can allow all of you to sneak back in the stacks and beat off every time you feel the itch?"

The girl hung her head, slowly zipping up her jeans.

"If we did that," Sue said, continuing to speak in whispers, "the stacks would be so busy that there wouldn't be room for people to come back here and look for books."

"I'm sorry," the girl whispered.

"I'm sure you are, Miss… What is your name, dear?"

"Barb."

"OK, Barb. I'll just pretend nothing happened."

The girl looked up, as if she hadn't heard Sue right.

Sue smiled. "The library closes in a half hour. Go back to your seat. I'll meet you after we close. I want to have a few more words with you."

The girl looked half relieved and half anxious.

Out in the study area of the mezzanine, Sue checked to see if the boy who had jerked off his blonde girlfriend was still around. He was and he was trying to get her interested in fooling around again. But the prick-teasing little blonde kept pushing his hands away and pretended to be interested only in the books before her. Sue knew better, knew all the devious ways girls teased boys to get what they wanted from boys. The blonde had gotten good and warmed up from the boy's finger-fucking, and she was looking forward to a good screw in the bushes or in the back seat of a car after the library closed. By that time the boy would be so hot that she'd be able to demand anything from him in exchange for a piece of her pussy, and she'd get not only what she demanded, but a cock up her itching pussy as well, pretending all the while, of course, that she was doing the boy a big favor.

Sue crept up behind them. She tapped the boy on the shoulder. "Having problems, young man."

The kid jumped, his face turning even redder than it already was. "No, ma'am."

Sue leaned over between the couple, one hand on each of their shoulders. "You could have fooled me." She looked at the girl. "Is this boy giving you trouble, dear?"

"Well," said the girl glancing tentatively at Sue, then past her at the boy. "Well yes, I guess a little. He won't leave me alone. I'm trying to study, you know."

"I can see that," Sue said. She turned to the bay. "I'm afraid you'll have to find another place to sit, Mister… What did you say your name was? Tom?"

"Rick," the boy said, as if correcting her. "That's all right," the girl said quickly. "I'm sure he'll leave me alone now – now that you've warned him."

"Maybe you trust him," Sue said, "but I don't. Rick, please come with me."

"Hey," the boy said, "I…"

"Don't argue," Sue said, tightening her grip on the boy's shoulder. "Come with me, please!"

The boy followed obediently.

Sue sat him down at an empty table near her desk. As Sue took her seat, the boy said, "Hey, I think I'll go home."

"No you won't," Sue said. "I want to have a few words with you after the library closes."

"You mean you're keeping me after?" the boy said, giving Sue an expression of disbelief. "Something like that," Sue said.

The boy shook his head. "This is worse than school," he mumbled.

You're wrong, Sue thought, smiling to herself. It's better than school – much better.

The library closed at nine, and Sue was left in the mezzanine with her two captives, Barb and Rick. Sue told them to stay put. She ran down the mezzanine steps. Most of her co-workers were ready to leave already and she knew they'd all be gone within a few minutes.

"I need to stay about a half hour and do some work," Sue said to Marge Johnson, who was getting her coat from the coat rack. "How do I lock up?"

Marge gave her a frown. "You're kidding me. You've already put in two shifts. What are you trying to do, score extra points with Miss Wilmar?"

"I just need to get some work done," Sue said. "Can I borrow your keys?"

"You don't need keys," Marge said. "The doors are locked from the outside, but they'll open from the inside. All you've got to do after you step outside is to make sure the door is closed."

"Great," said Sue. "What about the janitor? Will he be coming in soon?"

"He only conies in Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays," said Marge. "Why?"

"I just didn't want him scaring the pants off me should he walk in," Sue said.

"Have a pleasant evening," Marge said, still giving Sue an I-don't-believe-you expression.

Sue waited until all the staff had left except for her, then returned to the mezzanine, where she found Rick and Barb flirting with each other from their separate tables. Sue cleared her throat and the two teenagers glanced at her as if she were an unwelcome intruder – which she knew she was.

"Thanks for waiting for me," Sue said: "You both know why you've been detained here, so I won't go into that. I do have a few odds and ends for the two of you to do, a little work to make up for your having been naughty. Follow me."

The boy and girl followed her to a small office off the mezzanine in which, books were put in order on shelving carts before being taken into the stacks to be reshelved. She opened the door and turned on the light.

"See those three stacks of books? Those are fiction books, and they need to be put on that cart in alphabetical order. I'll be downstairs doing some work. When you get done, come downstairs and I'll let you out. It shouldn't take you more than an hour to get those books in order. It better not, anyway, because I'm leaving for home at ten. We're the only people in the library."

They stared speechless after Sue as she left them. If they can't get those books in order in two minutes and then get on to what they really want to do, then they're hopeless, Sue thought. She turned off the lights in the mezzanine, then clomped loudly down the mezzanine steps. Immediately, she took off her shoes and stole silently back up the steps, creeping through the dark mezzanine until she'd returned to the brightly lit office.

Hiding behind some shelves outside the office, and concealed further by the darkness she was able to peer into the office and see everything. It was as if she were a spectator at a play, sitting in the darkened auditorium and feasting her eyes on the well-lit stage.

The girl was on her knees, shoving some books onto the bottom shelf of the cart. The boy stood behind her, his eyes more on her wiggling little ass than on the books he was sorting. "I've seen you around school," the boy said. "Your name's Barb, ain't it?"

"That's right. And yours is Rick. I've seen you around too." The girl turned to take more books as the boy handed them to her.

They smiled at each other, and the girl glanced at Rick's bulge. Rick glanced down at his throbbing bulge too, then back at Barb. They smiled at each other again.

"We're almost done," the girl said. "I don't know what that crazy librarian was talking about. An hour to sort out just a few books? She must think we're first-graders or something." She crouched to shove more books onto the shelf.

The boy watched her, stroking his crotch. His face turned red. "Do you give head, Barb?"

The girl stopped what she was doing, as if trying to figure out whether she'd heard the boy correctly. After a few seconds, she said, "What girl doesn't?"

The boy swallowed. "I've got a hard-on that won't quit."

The girl giggled. "So I've noticed."

They finished sorting and shelving the books on the cart, saying nothing more, as if they'd made an agreement. The girl turned around, rising up on her knees.