The library took on a different mood for Chelle the next day, and she couldn’t wipe the smile from her face as she took the stairs two at a time up to the second floor to shelve the books she and Mira had displaced. While she put the books back where they belonged, her hands lingered over the shelves that she’d been gripping as Mira’s fingers slid between her thighs.
Chelle had been stunned when she saw Mira coming toward her in the stacks last night – the only person in the world she less expected to come onto her was Jack. In fact, it hadn’t even occurred to her that was Mira’s intention in coming upstairs until the moment their lips met. As Mira hooked her hand around Chelle’s neck and pulled her into that kiss, something electric sparked inside of her. She never thought Mira had it in her, and now all she wanted was to explore that wild side and find out what other surprises Mira might be hiding.
The electric feeling seemed to follow Chelle wherever she went within the library, vibrating out from her body and making her feel like she was walking through a static field. The slightest bit of friction would be enough to set her off… and Mira was that friction.
Chelle was finished shelving the books on the second floor before the first patrons of the day had even begun trickling into the library, and when she came downstairs, Mira was heading through the door behind the reference desk to go to her office, calling something over her shoulder to Jack about being accommodating to the teenagers who would be coming in this afternoon with research assignments from school. Chelle caught her eye and for the briefest of seconds, she thought she saw Mira bite her lip. Then she disappeared down the hall and the door swung shut.
“What are you standing around for?” Jack snapped at her, completely oblivious to their exchange, or to the sparks coursing through Chelle’s body at that look from Mira. “Go check in whatever was left in the book drop last night.”
It took Chelle almost an hour to work her way through the large volume of books waiting for her behind the circulation desk, every one needing to be checked back into the system, looked over for damage, writing, and old hold slips and bookmarks still stuck between the pages, and finally organized by genre on a cart so they could be shelved.
The task went even slower today on account of the fact that the circulation desk had a clear view to the door behind the reference desk, and whenever Jack wasn’t scowling at her, Chelle kept glancing at that door. She was hoping Mira would find an excuse to come talk to her, or call Chelle back to her office, or even just come out to the lobby for another round of verbal sparring with Jack. Those moments were always entertaining for Chelle, partly because Mira completely eviscerated him every single time, and partly because he didn’t seem to have any idea he was losing.
Mostly, though, the task took so much longer than it should have because Chelle couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to bend Mira over the circulation desk. She wondered if Mira would take more closing shifts at the reference desk now, and whether she’d ever let Chelle seduce her behind the closed door of her office.
Chelle was in the middle of a fantasy in which she’d crawled beneath Mira’s big, solid wood desk to surprise her, sliding her hands up Mira’s thighs and spreading her knees wide as she sat down, when the door behind the reference desk opened and pulled her out of her reverie. She looked up and saw Mira, then immediately looked back down at the book in her hand to keep from rousing Jack’s attention.
He didn’t even look up from his computer, though, and Mira didn’t stop to talk to him. She was coming straight across the lobby toward the circulation desk, and when Chelle figured out that she was Mira’s destination, she took pleasure in watching her approach.
She was wearing a tight white pencil skirt with a small ruffle around the hem that swayed in time with her hips. The skirt came up high on her waist, accentuating the curve of her small but perfectly shaped breasts in a cropped, baby blue sweater. This was a far cry from the shapeless business suits that Chelle had assumed made up Mira’s entire wardrobe, and it was thrilling to think that she was responsible for this change.
“Good morning, Chelle,” Mira said, her tone the epitome of professionalism. She set a book down on the counter between them – Chelle glanced at the title, Access Denied: How Internet Filters Impact Student Learning – and said, “I’m finished with this. Can you please shelve it?”
“Sure,” Chelle said, sliding the book closer to herself. Her eyes darted over to the reference desk, where Jack was still fully absorbed in whatever he was doing on the computer, and then she leaned in to add, “I like your outfit today.”
“Thank you,” Mira replied, shooting her a quick look that wasn’t quite so professional.
This gave Chelle courage, her heart leaping into her throat as she whispered, “Did I fuck the business formal out of you?”
Mira’s head snapped around to the reference desk before Chelle had even finished her sentence, but it was unnecessary – she’d said it quietly, and there was no one around except Jack. Still, Mira looked a little antsy as she turned back to Chelle, raising one eyebrow in a warning that she’d gone too far. “Just check in my book.”
“No problem, Miranda,” Chelle said as she watched Mira head back to her office. She finished processing the book she’d been working on before Mira came over, and then picked up Access Denied. There was a thick piece of paper sticking out of the top. Chelle pulled it out and found her name printed neatly across the front of it. Grinning, she unfolded Mira’s note.
I hope you’re free soon because I can’t stop thinking about last night. Call me. – M
Beneath her name she’d included her phone number, and Chelle glanced over at the reference desk again. Jack was glaring at her now, and when she made eye contact with him he tapped at his wrist to indicate his displeasure at how long she was taking with the book drop. She quickly shoved the note into her pocket and then took her cart of books into the stacks.
***
The day went interminably slowly after that, with the knowledge that she had Mira to look forward to as soon as her shift ended. Eventually, though, five o’clock came and Chelle headed into the late afternoon heat. Her car was boiling inside and she cranked the window down as she pulled Mira’s note from her pocket and immediately reached for her cell phone.
She was halfway through dialing the number when she saw Mira coming out of the library. There was no one around, so Chelle decided to take another risk. Instead of wasting time dialing, Chelle fired up her engine and drove across the lot to meet her on the sidewalk. She pulled up beside Mira and said just loud enough for her to hear, “Hey, gorgeous. Since we’re at the library, would you mind if I said I was checking you out?”
Mira stopped and rolled her eyes at Chelle. “Oh my god.”
“Too cheesy?”
“I’ve heard every librarian pickup line known to man, and that one has got to be the most common by far,” she said. Then looking around to make sure they were alone, she added in a lower tone, “Although you’re probably the hottest girl who’s hit on me with a library pun.”
“Message received. I’ll try harder next time,” Chelle said. “Do you always walk home?”
“Most days,” Mira said. “My apartment isn’t far away, and that’s one of my favorite things about Westbrook so far.”
“I can think of something better,” Chelle said with a sly grin. “Come on, it’s got to be close to ninety degrees out. I’ll give you a lift.”
“I shouldn’t,” Mira said, looking anxiously back toward the library entrance.
“Getting a ride home isn’t a fireable offense,” Chelle pointed out. “I promise not to grope you until we’re out of the parking lot.”
Mira laughed, swiped at a thin sheen of sweat that was already forming on her forehead, and then walked around to the passenger door. Her apartment – one of a row of townhouses at the edge of downtown Westbrook – was only a couple minutes’ drive away from the library, and as Chelle pulled into the parking lot behind her apartment, Mira suddenly leaned across the gear shift and kissed her.
“Come inside?” She asked, and Chelle didn’t need to be asked twice. She cut the engine and followed Mira inside.
The first floor of Mira’s apartment – a narrow kitchen leading into a small living room containing only a futon and a television that sat on the floor – was furnished almost entirely with cardboard boxes in various states of unpacking. Chelle hardly noticed any of this, though, because she threw her arms around Mira the moment her key slid into the lock, pushing her against the door as it gave way behind them, spilling them into the kitchen. She rolled her tongue over Mira’s as she fumbled to close the door, their intertwined bodies careening into the counters as they stripped each other naked.
If last night was slow and exploratory, this afternoon their passion was fierce and urgent. Mira yanked Chelle’s cardigan up over her head and flung it in the direction of the futon as she pulled her through the living room. Chelle kicked off her shoes somewhere near the television, and unzipped Mira’s skirt as she followed her up the stairs.
By the time they crashed into Mira’s bedroom, Chelle had lost her bra and her hair was hanging wildly around her face, and she’d managed to strip Mira bare from the waist down. Chelle pressed her up against the wall, Mira’s leg wrapping around her as she lifted the soft sweater over Mira’s head and she felt Mira’s hands sliding between their hips, going to the button of Chelle’s pants. She moaned and pressed herself more firmly against Mira, aching for her touch and at the same time wanting to draw out every second of this encounter.
As Mira inched the waistband of Chelle’s pants down over her hips, she slid her hand over Mira’s flat, soft stomach and down toward her hips. Just as her fingertips brushed the protrusion of her pubic bone, Mira let out a plaintive whine and said, “Hold on, I have to pee.”
“Go fast,” Chelle growled, her whole body already throbbing for Mira, and then she retreated to allow Mira to slide out from between her and the wall.
Mira scurried out the door to the bathroom at the top of the stairs, and Chelle stepped the rest of the way out of her pants, tossing them on top of Mira’s sweater. Then she turned around and took the room in while she waited. It looked a lot like the living room, empty except for a bed with no frame pushed against one wall and a few more cardboard boxes making a set of nightstands on either side of it.
Chelle flopped down on the bed, turning her head toward the door while she waited for Mira to reappear. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed something bright pink peeking out of the top of one of the boxes, and she let curiosity get the best of her. She crawled up to the head of the bed, and Mira reappeared in the doorway, stark naked and stunning as always, just as Chelle was pulling a little pink vibrator out of the box.
Chelle’s mouth formed a scandalous ‘O’ as she looked from the toy back to Mira, whose own mouth was hanging open and her cheeks were going pink to match the toy.
“Look what I found,” Chelle teased, clicking on the vibrator. As it buzzed to life in her hand, Mira blushed harder.
“You went through my stuff,” she accused, climbing onto the mattress and trying to snatch the toy out of Chelle’s hand.
“It was right on top,” Chelle said, not letting her grab it. Then as she held the vibrator behind her back and Mira made another lunge for it, she pounced and pinned Mira down by the shoulders, leaving the vibrator to buzz on the sheets behind them. She threw her leg over Mira’s hip, straddling her, and then leaned down to kiss her before saying, “You know what I think?”
“Oh, I can hardly wait to find out,” Mira said with a playful roll of her eyes.
Chelle leaned in close to Mira’s ear, her lips brushing against her cheek as she whispered, “I think you’re insatiable. I think you must have come home last night aching for more. You were thinking about me when you used that, right?”
The toy continued to vibrate on the sheets behind them, and Chelle was getting wet just thinking about Mira lying in bed with her eyes closed, imagining Chelle’s hands everywhere she moved the vibrator over her body.
Chelle kissed Mira’s cheek, then her neck, then her chest. She looked up at her with a devilish grin. “Am I right?”
Mira closed her eyes, either through embarrassment at having been caught or through the pleasure that Chelle was now giving her. Then she put her hand on the back of Chelle’s head, pushing it down to her chest so that she couldn’t look her in the eyes as she admitted, “Yes. Yes, I was thinking about you, but now you’re actually here so stop torturing me.”
Chelle was more than happy to oblige this wish. She kissed a trail down Mira’s chest and rolled her tongue over her nipples as Mira’s back arched beneath her touch. Her skin was faintly salty from the heat, and Chelle wanted to taste every inch of her. She wanted to set Mira on fire and tease every last bit of the shy librarian out of her.
She crawled lower on the bed, spreading Mira’s legs and settling between them as her tongue ran in broad, teasing strokes over Mira’s inner thighs and up over the crest of her pubic bone. Mira writhed beneath her, hands tangling in Chelle’s hair, trying to guide her mouth to the part of her that ached for Chelle the most.
Instead, Chelle reached behind her, fishing for the vibrator. When her fingers found it, still buzzing powerfully, she picked it up and looked up at Mira as she turned the vibration down tormentingly low. She wanted to watch Mira’s reaction, watch her desire build and her desperation grow.
“Tell me what I did to you last night,” Chelle said, reaching up to roll the tip of the vibrator around Mira’s nipples and watching them harden under its touch.
“In the library?” She asked, her breathing already a little bit labored.
“No,” Chelle whispered, bending down to kiss Mira’s thigh and then giving it a little bite for good measure. “Tell me what I did to you after you came home last night. When you couldn’t take it anymore and you needed to come again.”
She traced the tip of the vibe down Mira’s stomach, pausing just between her hips where it vibrated loudly against the bone.
“Oh my god,” Mira said, a visible shiver running through her body as her hands went to her breasts and she squeezed them, letting her head relax against the mattress as she closed her eyes. “Okay. Well, you started by kissing me all over, your hands running over me. Then you slid your fingers between my legs… mmmphh yeah, just like that-”
Her voice went up an octave as Chelle brought the vibe between Mira’s legs, sliding its full length slowly through her glistening wetness. She was so turned on it made Chelle throb with desire, her hips grinding involuntarily against the mattress as she resisted the urge to dispense with this game and bury her face between Mira’s legs.
With a little effort, though, she asked, “Then what?”
“Then you crawled between my thighs and licked my clit,” Mira answered, already sighing with anticipation as Chelle moved the vibrator up – slowly, slowly – and circled it over Mira’s hardening clit as if it were her tongue.
She flicked at it and played with the pressure of the vibrator, pushing harder and softer as she watched Mira get wetter. Her body gave a few cursory spasms and Chelle could tell she was getting close. With every twitch and moan, her willpower to keep from touching Mira was melting away.
“And then?” Chelle prompted, not sure how much longer either of them could hold out as she ran the vibe up and down through Mira’s slickness.
“And then you fucked me,” she whispered, nearly breathless.
The words sent a shiver through Chelle and with that, every last bit of self-control she had left vanished. She slid her fingers into Mira, feeling her already beginning to convulse around them as she gave in to the need to taste her and to lap at every last inch of her.
Chelle put her mouth around Mira’s clit, sucking and flicking her tongue over it as Mira flung her arms wide on the bed and grabbed fistfuls of the sheets. Chelle thrust the vibrator between her own legs, her hips moving desperately against it as her fingers continued to pump in and out of Mira’s wetness. Chelle licked and sucked at her clit until she felt Mira tensing around her fingers, opening her mouth wide to moan wildly as she came, and Chelle quickly followed suit, grinding the vibrator against herself until waves of euphoria washed over her and she collapsed against Mira’s thigh, both of them panting and shuddering together.
***
They laid naked in bed together, their sweaty limbs entwined, until the light started bleeding out of the sky and the room was bathed in a pinkish glow from the setting sun. Chelle was laying on her back with Mira snuggled into the crook of her arm, trying to remember if she’d ever felt so utterly content before, when her stomach started to growl.
“Are you hungry?” Mira asked, running her fingers over Chelle’s bare skin.
“No,” she lied, simply because the thought of peeling herself away from Mira was more painful than the emptiness in her stomach, but after a few minutes of lying there listening to the increasingly noisy complaints of her body, Mira laughed and sat up.
“You are, too,” she said. “Come on, let’s go downstairs and find something to eat.”
Mira got up and went to her closet, pulling on a pair of yoga pants and a tee shirt so thin that her nipples poked out from under the fabric in a way that made Chelle want to drag her right back into bed. But on the other hand, she was beginning to feel a little weak with hunger and the notion of refueling seemed like a good idea. So Chelle reluctantly got out of bed, finding the pieces of her clothes that she’d left in heaps around Mira’s bedroom and then following her downstairs, picking up her bra and shirt as they went.
“I’d offer to make you something,” Mira was saying as she led Chelle into the kitchen, “but unless you like frozen dinners or good old fashioned PB and J, I don’t really have much in the way of groceries.”
Then she went over to a drawer near the stove and pulled out a stack of take-out menus, setting it down on the counter in front of Chelle.
“Wow, that must be every restaurant in Westbrook,” Chelle said with a laugh. “I take it you’re not much of a cook?”
“It’s more a matter of pragmatism,” Mira said. She went over and pulled a few of her kitchen cabinets open as she talked, revealing each one of them to be completely empty. “In my last apartment, my roommate already had a full kitchen’s worth of supplies before I moved in, so I never bothered to get any of my own. I thought I’d go out and buy some when I got here, but it turns out I’ve been so busy at the library that I just haven’t bothered yet.”
“Wow,” Chelle said, glancing around at the small number of unpacked cardboard boxes in the kitchen and living room. “You mean none of those boxes has so much as a pan in it?”
“Nope,” Mira said with a shrug. “I spend so much of my time at the library that it didn’t really seem worthwhile to buy more than a couple of plates and cups. I haven’t had anything that can’t be microwaved or ordered in since I moved here.”
“That’s really sad,” Chelle said, giving Mira a pathetic look.
“It’s not bad,” Mira said. “For a small town, Westbrook has a lot of good restaurants.”
“Well, in that case, I’ll defer to your expertise when it comes to dinner,” Chelle said, pushing the stack of menus back over to Mira.
“How about Chinese?” Mira asked, flipping through the pile.
“I love Chinese food,” Chelle agreed, her stomach letting out another plaintive growl as she looked around the barren apartment.