Tales From The Stacks

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Finally. We were finally able to hire a student intern at the public library at which I am a referencelibrarian. A recent renovation project had required us to place thousands of books in basement storage. Now that the renovation was completed, the books needed to be reshelved. It was a monumental job, one that had triggered the retirement of my coworker, a woman in her early sixties. We needed a person with more stamina and had recruited a student from a local college.Margaret had just begun college as a freshman. Bookish and serious, Margaret nevertheless had looks. Her long blond hair and baby-blue eyes were captivating. Her smile could light up a cave.Along with beauty, Margaret possessed the gift of gab. She would keep me apprised of goings on in her life. Her coursework occupied most of her time. She admitted not being athletic, preferring Dickinson to dodgeball, Longfellow to lacrosse. Margaret loved animals, especially dogs. In time, we became coworker buddies.One day the subject of boyfriends came up and I asked Margaret if she was seeing anyone. Her face fell and reddened a bit.“It’s alright if you’re not. Your grades should be your priority now, not boys,” I counseled.Her blush subsided. “There’s a guy I like,” she confided.Silence ensued.“Would you like to tell me about him?”“He graduated college in May.”“Where did you meet him?” I didn’t mean to pry, but I sensed she wanted to talk and needed a push.“At the animal shelter where I volunteer.”Margaret hesitated, then continued.“Patrick is a real man. He’s smart, funny, well-dressed, and well-spoken. Patrick is an accountant and works in his family’s business. His family owns several specialty supermarkets.” She paused. “They have money.”“Does he know you like him?”“No. But he likes me. Or at least he did.”“He did? I don’t understand.”Margaret hesitated again. “He asked me to accompany him to the volunteer appreciation banquet. I was noncommittal.”“Why?”“Too shy? A coward? I wish I knew,” she replied, her voice forlorn.Having missed some opportunities in life myself, I sympathized with her and my male protective instinct kicked in.“Stop beating yourself up. You’re going to fix this.”“How?”“Do you have his phone number?”“Yeah.”“Good. You’re going to call him right now. You’re going to apologize if you hurt his feelings. And you’re going to tell him you’d be delighted to go to the banquet with him.””I can’t do that,” she pleaded. “What if he hangs up on me?”“He won’t.” Margaret was still too innocent to understand that with her beauty, guys would accept her apology and forgive her.We were alone in the basement, out of earshot of everyone. I pulled her phone from her pocketbook.“Unlock it.”She held it up to her pretty face and her home screen appeared. Scrolling through her contacts, I found a Patrick.“Is this him?” Margaret nodded.I pressed the icon and her phone dialed. I stepped away to allow her some privacy.Margaret spoke coquettishly. She acknowledged her impoliteness of being apathetic to his invitation and apologized. Margaret continued by informing him that she’d love to go to the banquet with him if he would forgive her and if he was still available. All seemed to go well; Patrick soon had Margaret laughing and they stayed talking bursa escort for half an hour.Margaret rang off all smiles. “Patrick will pick me up on Saturday evening. Thank you so much for insisting I call him.”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Margaret and I had grown close over the months and I invited her to my house for lunch Saturday, the day of the banquet. Margaret spoke little as we ate. She looked distraught.“Why the worried face?” I inquired as we finished eating.A litany of reasons poured forth. “Patrick is out of my league,” she explained. “I have no experience with guys. None. Patrick is older than me. I’m sure he’s known women. I’m just a girl. How can I compete with women?”“That’s no cause for concern…” I tried to reassure her, but she cut me off.“I’m an eighteen-year-old virgin, a total nerd,” Margaret cried in exasperation. “My friend has had two boyfriends. I’ve had none,” she lamented. “I’m going to die a virgin,” she moaned.“Margaret, Patrick will fall in love with you. You’ll make him fall for you.”“And how will I do that?” she demanded.“You’ll be yourself. And you’ll use feminine guile along with the assets that nature provided you.”Margaret glared at me. “I don’t want him to love me just for sex. I want him to love me for who I am.”“I’m certain Patrick will love you for who you are, but compatibility in intimacy goes a long way toward fostering love.”“There’s more to a relationship than sex, you know.”“Of course there is. But the hard truth is that people want satisfying intimacy from their partner. You don’t want to lose Patrick due to inexperience in love. If you don’t get him, some conniving hussy will. She’ll be the winner; you’ll be the loser.”She pondered that for a moment. “Fine. But that doesn’t solve my problem.”“Margaret, this isn’t puppy love. You’re on the threshold of womanhood. There are things you need to know. I’m a guy. I can teach you.”Margaret just stared at me.“Margaret, there’s a vulgar saying: ‘Be a lady in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom.’”Margaret was aghast.I continued. “I’ll teach you how to be the lady Patrick always wanted.” I left unsaid ‘And the whore he’s always dreamed of.’The room fell silent, my words hanging in the air, Margaret stoically contemplating.“Come with me,” I ordered.I took Margaret to my bedroom and drew the shades. Taking her in my arms, I kissed her lips.“Undress me, Margaret.”Her mouth dropped open.“Unbutton my shirt,” I insisted.Margaret hesitated, but my counsel was sinking in. The shock on her face turned to resolve; no conniving hussy was going to steal her man. Margaret stepped tentatively forward and reached for my top button.“Take your time in foreplay. Good loving is never rushed.”Margaret unbuttoned my shirt and removed it. I had her pull off my undershirt too. I ordered her to remove my pants. She paused, and then unfastened my belt. She needed help with the button, but soon had me in my boxers.“These too,” I beckoned.Margaret complied and I sprang out. She just stared. I took her hand and placed it on my erection. She gripped it tightly.“Go easy, Margaret. Most guys prefer a gentle touch.” That’s not the doorbell you’re pulling on, Sweetheart. Margaret eased bursa escort bayan off.I let her explore, placing her other hand under my scrotum. Margaret’s touch grew delicate.“Gently scratch the back of my scrotum, Margaret.” She smiled and obeyed.“That’s perfect,” I complimented as she glided her nails behind my testicles and held my erection in her warm hand. I let her indulge a while before continuing the lesson.“I’m going to demonstrate how a gentleman should undress you, Margaret.”I proceeded tenderly in order to allay her anxiety. I unbuttoned her loose top and, reaching around, I unclipped her and removed her top and bra together. Margaret crossed her arms over her breasts, her face a crimson red.“Don’t be ashamed.”Margaret gave a shy smile and slowly dropped her arms, revealing a perfect pair of young breasts. They were round, pert, and topped with generous nipples. They’d be the envy of almost any girl.“Margaret, your breasts are beautiful. They should be your pride and joy.”“They’re too big. I don’t like when the guys stare. They cause me embarrassment.”That explained why Margaret always wore loose sweatshirts and tops; she was sheepish about her breasts. She’d get over that sentiment soon enough.“May I?” I asked, lifting my hands. She gave a slight nod.I gently caressed Margaret’s breasts. They were perfect to the touch; abundant in size and of impeccable firmness.I wanted to hold her from behind. “Turn around, Sweetheart.” She about-faced.Pulling her to my naked body, I caressed her left breast by lifting it with one hand and gliding the fingernails of my other hand over it. I fingered her nipple and then gave her right breast equal love.“How is that, Margaret?”“Very gentle.”“This is how a man should treat a woman’s breasts. Only gentle squeezing.” I demonstrated with a small squeeze. “And gentle caresses,” I added, her breasts still in my hands. “Insist on it.”Margaret nodded assent.“Let’s move on. We’ll come back to your breasts later.” I had plans for those tits and was going to teach Margaret how to use them.I removed Margaret’s pants, leaving her panties in place. We kissed a while, allowing Margaret to become comfortable in her near-nakedness. Before long, I laid her back on my bed and gently removed her panties.Bypassing Margaret’s wet vagina, I mounted her and kissed her mouth. From there I slowly kissed my way south to her neck, her breasts, her flat tummy, down her legs to her feet, and back to her mouth.“So gentle,” she purred.I headed back south, pausing to kiss each nipple, and arrived at her vagina. Her soft, feminine scent wafted into my nose. Restraining a primal urge to dive right in, I kissed her inner thighs, then her labia majora, then pecked each of her labia minora. Pulling Margaret open, I planted dozens of gentle kisses between her lips. After inflicting an agonizing wait on her, I pushed my tongue into her tight opening and slowly dragged it up her musky slit.Margaret gasped and shuddered. She gripped my hand while I meticulously continued up and down, slowly increasing pressure, luxuriating in her taste. After some minutes I pulled up on her hood and exposed her clitoris.Margaret’s young white nub was as beautiful as she was. Distended and expectant, escort bursa I showered it with tenderness. Light kisses became gentle licks. The licks became more focused and soon Margaret had her first orgasm via cunnilingus. Her toes curled and she gripped my hands intently, exhaling lungfuls of air through clenched teeth.This being Margaret’s first, I refrained from giving her multiples and let her come down.After dozens more kisses to her open vagina, I moved up, mounted her, and pressed my sizable erection on her tummy.“Do you practice birth control, Margaret?”“I started on the pill a week ago. It should be effective now.”Should be? I didn’t care. If I got Margaret pregnant I would marry her. Today.I slid the head of my erection up and down her slit a few times before alighting at her opening.“Some bleeding and discomfort can accompany the first time,” I warned. “I’ll go slowly.”Margaret gave a pained nod.Cautiously, but inexorably, I pressed into her. I wasn’t going to rush; Margaret was a sweet girl and deserved the best. She would always remember her first time and I was determined to make it a fond memory.I delicately entered where no man had gone before. Margaret’s unsullied flower was so tight it almost hurt to enter; it seemed her vagina sought to cling to its chastity. But I persisted, and slowly her virgin flower yielded to my manhood. With continued gentle perseverance, I arrived snugly in place.I had brought Margaret to my bed a girl; she was now a woman. I brushed her hair with my hand and kissed her lips. “How is that, Sweetheart?”“It’s nice,” she feigned. I could tell from her face there was some discomfort.Slowly, very slowly, I began to work in and out, acclimating her tender vagina to the touch of a man.We never left the missionary position; my orgasm soon burst forth, introducing to Margaret’s chaste vagina its first payload of semen.I waited for the aftershocks to subside before withdrawing. I planted my blood-streaked erection on Margaret’s tummy and placed her hand on it. She instinctively pet it with caresses.“You were wonderful, Sweetheart,” I cooed. “Congratulations.”“I’m glad it was with you, Ray. Thank you for making me a woman.”Those were the sweetest words I had ever heard.I reached for some tissues and held one to Margret’s oozing vagina and shrouded my erection with the other. We eventually rose.“Do you have a panty liner with you, Margaret?” I asked. She produced one from her bag and handed it to me. I had her step into her panties as I held the tissue in place.“You’re going to seep for a while and you may spot for the next 24 hours,” I informed her as I traded the tissue for the liner.We cleaned up, and I helped Margaret dress.As Margaret left, we embraced. “I have lots more to teach,” I advised.Margaret kissed me. “I’m looking forward to learning.”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Our second session began with Margaret expressing her gratitude.“I’m so lucky,” Margaret explained. “You made me a woman the way it should be done; in a safe environment, in a home, in a warm bed, by someone who relieved my anxiety, who was so gentle with me. My friend’s first time was on a cold night in back seat of a car parked behind a big box store.”“You deserve the best, Margaret. It’s my privilege to provide it to you.”I took her hand and led her to the bathroom. We showered together, then slid under the covers. I began my instruction with a doctrine.

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