Janet McCoy: Librarian with the hots

Larry was a perfect gentleman the entire evening. Jane felt a little guilty about shrinking from his touch when he guided her through a doorway or helped her into a chair. She couldn't help herself. The fear that she had nurtured for so long was not going to evaporate in an evening. She only wished it could be easier for her to tell him exactly how she was feeling – that she liked him, but she wanted to be just friends at least until they knew each other better.

Larry had his own plans for the evening and for the course of his relationship with the new librarian. He had the example of Cathy Coke to inspire him to great ambitions in the case of Jane Friesen. Though the blonde was younger and seemed much more shy, she turned him on at least as much as Cathy had. She had big beautiful tits that stuck straight out from her chest. And her ass! That was the best part as far as Larry was concerned. It was high and tight and round. It made him ache to stroke it every time she walked across a room. Larry had always been an impatient fellow. He intended to establish himself on a stroking basis with the blonde as soon as possible.

The blonde's stiff manner and her shy reserve didn't bother Larry in the least. In his experience, it had always been the quiet ones who made the best lays. They did all their communicating with their bodies!

If Jane wanted to play it prim and proper, that was fine with Larry. He knew his manners as well as any guy. Later – after he had shelled out his hard-earned money for food and drink – then would come the time of reckoning.

After the show, he took her to a bar. She said she didn't drink, but he convinced her to try one, just for fun. She sipped timidly at the screwdriver, until she decided that alcohol wasn't so horrible after all. She finished before he did and agreed to a second. Larry congratulated himself on a good choice.

She was swaying a little as he guided her to his car. The best sign that the liquor had done its work was the way she leaned against him when he took her arm. Before, she had cringed from him as though he had the plague, or his fingers were red-hot branding irons. Now she seemed to crave the security of his arm.

"You know, Larry," she began when they were safely inside the car. She was feeling incredibly relaxed and peaceful. "I was kind of worried about tonight."

He grinned easily. He enjoyed the change in her that liquor had wrought. There was a lightness in her voice that hadn't been there before. "Why were you worried, Jane?" He slipped his arm around her shoulders. The parking lot was dark – a good place to cop a quick feel.

She giggled, then smiled sheepishly up at him. "I feel kind of silly." For a moment, she frowned. "Before, I liked you and everything, but I wanted to tell you something important. And you know what? I was afraid to! I'm not afraid any more."

"Good. I don't want you to be afraid with me. What were you going to tell me?" He was ill-at-ease. If she had the clap, he'd shoot himself. What a bummer that would be, after all his plans.

She was only vaguely aware of his hand resting on her shoulder, then slipping down to the sloping swell of her breast. "I wanted to tell you that I… just want us to be friends. I… don't want to get romantic right now, you know?"

A wave of relief flowed through him. Was that all? The alcohol had had its effect on Larry, too. He was getting some very strong feedback from the fingers investigating the rich curves of her tit. His cock was beginning to throb mightily in his pants. He didn't even bother to consider her claims about wanting to be friends. He was close to the woman, there was only one thing on his mind.

And it wasn't friendship!

His lips bore down on hers, hungrily demanding that she return his passion. His tongue stabbed at her teeth until at last she was forced to let him inside. He searched the hot warmth of her mouth while his hands roamed over her back and breasts. She felt so soft and feminine. His cock strained impatiently against his trousers. He wanted her!

"Mmmmmpphhh!" Completely overwhelmed by the abruptness of Larry's move, Jane tried in vain to break free of him. His mouth probed hers. His tongue stormed its way into her mouth, dueled with her tongue, forcing a response from her repressed senses.

Her mind fought groggily to understand what was happening. She had thought they were going to be friends. And now he was kissing her, kissing her like she had never been kissed before. No man had ever stuck his tongue in her mouth. She had always thought the idea revolting. But there was something about it, something about being lost in the rising tide of excitement that made her feel weak all over.

Despite herself, she began to return the kiss. Gingerly, she prodded his tongue with her own. Then she was no longer timid. She was a hungry, demanding woman, striving to struggle free of a lifetime of unnatural rules. Why should she deny herself the pleasures of living, pleasures that were basic and universal? If a girl like Cindy could revel in passion, why not her? She was grown up. She needed to be kissed. Only now, when she was doing it, did she realize how much she had needed to be kissed.

It wasn't until his hand had made its way inside her bra that Jane realized there was more to this kiss then just kissing. His fingers caressed the sensitive curves of her tits with a maddening touch. He pinched her nipples, first one and then the other, until they were hard and throbbing.

She could feel the response in her tits darting all the way down to her cunt. There was a wetness building inside her panties. It was as if her whole body was trying to get in on the rhythm of their embrace. Every nerve-ending seemed to add its note of pleasure to the harmonious whole. Wrong as she knew it was, she craved more of the sensations, craved them with every fiber of her being. She didn't want him to stop. Not yet. Just a little bit longer. She was feeling so alive, for the first time in such a long time.

"Oooooooohhh!"

Delighted with the beauty's response, Larry investigated more boldly the valleys and peaks of her tits. He pulled her blouse wide open and pushed her bra up to her armpits. Now it was easy for him to caress their ripe smoothness. They were such beautiful tits. He would have liked to suck them right then, but he didn't dare abandon her mouth. She might bolt like a spring lamb the minute he let up on her.

Her rigid little nipples pressed pertly against the palm of his hand. His cock jerked at the lusty contact. He kissed her more passionately, forcing her to lie back along the car seat. He positioned his body over hers, straining down against her as their mouths locked together in a searing carnal union.

Only a few times in her life had Jane ever let herself succumb to the kinds of feelings torturing her now. None of those times had been as appealing, as overwhelming as this. Larry was such a handsome man, much more so than the one who had stolen her virginity. His skilled lovemaking almost made her forget there was anything wrong with what they were doing. His tongue probing her mouth tasted delicious. Her tits under his touch tingled with an ecstasy they had never known before. Her first lover had been clumsy and crude. Larry seemed to know exactly what to do to give her the most pleasure, to weaken the ramparts of her resistance.

"Mmmmmm… hhhnnnhhh…" As she became aware of the thick bulge pressing against her thigh, she began to struggle to resist the man. His cock was hard and swollen, hungry for her. She could not let herself ignore this blatant warning of her danger.

Right now they were only kissing and touching. But would his rigid penis be content with that? The old fear began to come back, to chill the glow that had hold of her body. "Noo… nnoooo!" she managed to mumble when he came up for air.