The Library Goddess (m/f)

A single year, and less than a summer. It started as a beautiful shore in a dream. Seen from a ships rolling deck, desired but on a different path, the urge to swim the unknown waters was powerful.

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I had just started attending the community college full-time in addition to working full time. I enjoy books and research for its own sake, so the library was a natural enough place for me to spend my time during breaks between classes. Being young, I naturally always had an eye open for beauty and sex appeal, and she surpassed all the other girls in school without trying. She was beautiful to see working in the college library. Competent, friendly, yet reserved. Her clothes showed off a lovely figure without being revealing. Her eyes always held a gleam of intelligence and mirth that were intoxicating to a dark romantic like myself.

Our eyes held sparks of mutual interest every time we would converse or see each other in the library. She was always behind the desk, and I was always on the search for something academic, even if her presence became a heavy scent I could almost taste in the air every time she was there.

The spark would burn for months inside of me, hidden behind the heavy work-load of my classes and limited free-time. I ignored that spark as best I could to focus on my work, but I have always been a bit of a rogue romantic when I allow myself.

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One day, sitting at a seclude desk in the library writing notes, I looked up at movement in the corner of my eye. There she was. Arms full of books, walking down the aisle away from me, hips swaying, her movements fluid. This is how a Goddess of Love moves in human form I thought. The ancients hadn’t a hope.

Seeing she was busy, and distracted from my own work, I wrapped up my notes and left the library, thinking I would come back tomorrow to finish on my only day off.

Outside the library there is a little area of trees with a clearing in it, easily visible from the entrance of the library. Not many people were ever inside the clearing that I had seen, but I enjoyed it. I was laying in the clearing staring at the dusky sky when I heard boots on dry leaves, becoming aware of the Goddess in the clearing.

When she was off work, we talked incredibly easily. Starting familiar and growing intimate, within a few hours we were close, an open fire burning in both of us, the school closing, the sky dark. We spoke as good friends, and intimate lovers. Subjects limitless and none off limits.

Deciding to clear out from the school, we found ourselves with a bottle of sweet, blueberry wine at the park down the street. We passed the bottle back and forth as we continued to talk well into the night.

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So lost in conversation were we, I can hardly recall the exact way we ended up in each other’s arms. Knowing how I usually charm ladies, it was a gradual process of touches and caresses. The natural flow of my hands along her neck, to bury in her hair, eyes locked in a deep gaze and full lips flavored with wine, it all seemed an impossible dream that no one wishes to wake from. Surely the taste of her lips was the after-taste of the ambrosia I had been drugged with. Was I locked away in the open on some island without hope? If so, I hadn’t the power to ask for anything else.

The press of her full-breast to my chest, lithe, soft body pressed almost inside of me we were so close, it was maddening. We had thoroughly shared our sexual desires with one another long ago in the night, before the wine was even really touched. There were few desires we didn’t have in common. The over-riding theme: Openly freaky.

A point proven when a couple of people walked by our spot by the lake, and with a gleam in her smouldering eyes and a smirk that would entice the devil, she took my hand and pressed it down her smooth stomach, just out of sight of any walkers. I expected her to stop at the waist of her jeans, teasing me and enjoying it. I realized I was not giving her enough credit as my fingers passed through a short-trimmed patch of hair and found silken lips, already moist.

As I took a hint and slid my fingers down her moist little pussy, grazing her clit and making her moan, she leaned close, her lips almost against my ear and warm breath sending sparks of lust down my spine, and her lust-filled voice whispered “I wanted you to feel how wet you make me with your words and lips.”

I locked gazes with her, a feat for her as my dexterous fingers spread her lips, middle finger circling her clit then pressing slowly inside of her. She arched her back and gasped, but refused to break my gaze. “And I want to taste my Goddess’ glass of liquid Ambrosia. I want you to be my Goddess to worship and my slut to use.” She moaned as I spoke, my finger swirling around inside her, stroking her insides slow and firm.

I had called her my Goddess earlier, explaining my first thought seeing her moving in the library. She seemed aroused by it. Her moan came when I called her my slut. She followed my lead after that. Leading her to another place by the lake, more secluded but still accessible to anyone who cared to find it. Our clothes melted away, making a pallet on the ground I laid her on.

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Her fingers buried in my hair as I took my time, lips travelling down her neck and collar. I nibbled her collar, thinking it made for a lovely snack, and thoroughly tasted her full breast with their cherry red nipples standing at attention. Each breast brought a fresh flow of cum from her. Her hands urged me to speed up, but I enjoyed my time teasing.

I moved down her stomach with my lips and tongue, circles raising chill-bumps on her skin. And when my mouth found her warm, soaked Spring, she purred. As I stroked and tasted, licked and ate her little pussy, tight even for my single finger in her, her purrs grew louder. I ate until my dinner’s purrs turned into moans, her cream filling my mouth. As I felt her start to clench and spasm, my free hand clamped over her mouth, praise for long arms, even as she tried to scream. Her cum sprayed in my mouth, hips trying to push me away but only pressing her tighter to my hungry lips.

When I raised myself up, I held her lusty gaze as I asked her if she was normally an exhibitionist slut the day she met someone. Her response was to wrap her legs around my hips, and pull me inside of her. Just skin to skin. My thickness surprised her, she felt it through my jeans but I had not given her much chance to notice it as our clothes melted and I ate her. I was expecting that as well. My hand clamped off the loud moan, even as I made sure to press in slowly to not hurt her. Kissing her to stifle the moans as I squeezed her perfect ass, pressing slowly in and out until she accommodated me. This is the point I always lose track of time.

Our bodies writhed together, entwining and grinding, rocking. I felt multiple rounds of her orgasms rock through her and flow down my length. Small periods of slow rocking together before continuing with a building pace. At one point I had picked her up and pushed her against a tree. My hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing hard and holding part of her weight, her legs around my hips and my free hand holding the rest. As I slammed her repeatedly against the bark, her eyes began to roll slightly, one of her hands on my shoulder, one holding the wrist of the hand choking her, pulling it harder against her rather than away. I could feel her spasming on the edge. I was throbbing on the edge myself.

She couldn’t hold my gaze. I shook her head slightly, and whispered in her ear that she was my Goddess now. Her lips parted, a silent purr. I growled she was my little fuck-slut too. And the edge was gone. She collapsed in my arms, spasming and gasping as I released her neck. She squirted past me in her, then twice after I pulled out of her. I set her down, intending to finish on her chest and stomach. She had apparently regained herself however. Her hand wrapped around my base of me, and her mouth eagerly took the hot ropes of my own cum without wasting a drop. I could still taste myself on her lips when I kissed her and held her on our messy pallet of clothes by the lake, and I’m sure she could still taste herself on mine.

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We remained together through the end of that school year and summer. Then she moved away, remaining the dream I can’t forget or entirely remember. Half-wondering if it all really happened. Not regretting a single moment.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4by71j/the_library_goddess_mf