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Archive name: library.txt (MF, rom, voy, 1st)
Authors name: Alta (alatum@hotmail.com)
Story title : Library of Love 

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Library of Love (MF, rom, voy, 1st)
by Alta (alatum@hotmail.com)

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A fantasy... a lark... wishful thinking... 1st time...

***

For three days Rebecca had arrived at her isolated table 
in the huge campus library to find a single rose with a 
note attached. "Miss Rebecca... My lady of the Aisles of 
European Poetry... my love... it is so lovely to see you 
each day as you peer over the forgotten volumes and 
tomes of such beautiful language... the words of lost 
love, forlorn angst, and unrequited longing.

Your own beauty haunts me day and night as the words you 
read. Like an Italian sonnet of perfect structure which 
within its literary walls comes forth problem and 
solution so profound. Oh, I seek the day I might hold 
you, touch you, love you and make love to you. 

Do my words fall upon offended ears? If so let me kiss 
the hurt away... let me whisper my love audible only to 
you and take away any offense. Let me do so tomorrow. I 
implore you... allow me to approach you unseen in the 
aisles between the English Renaissance and Teutonic 
Realism. Please... for the moment let me remain 
anonymous. 

If you would be so kind as to go to the wall at the end 
of the aisles and stand facing the large canvas with 
eyes closed I will come to you. If you are not there at 
3:00 o'clock, I will know that you are not interested in 
my words or my love and I will bother you no more. 
Signed: Your Paramour of the Halls of Literature" All 
three notes had been this way... the words were 
beautiful and filled her with wonder... and desire. 

Desire had only been a fantasy for Rebecca as far back 
as she could remember. As an only child she had gone to 
an all girls school the lonely victim of parents who had 
chastised their lone fruit for having been born a girl. 
She worked diligently to make up to her parents this 
faux paux, of birth but to no avail. 

Instead, she became introverted and shy. She hid a 
beauty she didn't know she had under bulky clothes and 
thick glasses. But now someone had found her... a 
mystery man of letters, a highwayman who spied upon her 
and risked all by contacting her in this manner. 

Good sense told her to run and hide... but curiosity 
told her take a chance and break these chains which had 
bound her for so long locking away the desire and need 
for lust which all God's creatures naturally needed. 
What to do? 

** 

Rebecca entered the library at ten minutes before three. 
Her heart was pounding within her small breasts and 
sounded like an anvil being pounded by a madman with the 
strength of twenty. Her eyes darted around the room 
searching for... whom? 

It seemed as though every pair of eyes in the room were 
focused on her. And as she headed for the stairs all 
heads followed her ascent. She reached the literature 
floor and tentatively made her way to the aisle the 
mystery writer and spoken of. She now felt ridiculous 
having chosen the large bulky plaid skirt with the loose 
fitting blouse. She felt it all too... revealing.

There was a familiar moisture between her legs, however, 
this time the wetness was not from her own midnight 
caresses, but the anticipation of what "may" happen on 
this day. She made her way slowly down the aisle and 
stood before the wall. She stared up the blank divider 
at the high ceiling and then lowered her eyes and closed 
them. Thoughts immediately flashed through her head the 
foremost being, this was a mistake and she should leave. 
So silently that she never even felt anything, he was 
there behind her. 

"Thank you for coming, oh Mistress of the Hall of Odes." 
His voice was almost like a summer whisper through green 
leaves. There was a song like quality to it. 

"I was afraid you might find my words too bold and 
decide not to come." 

His hand touched her shoulder and she felt an electric 
shock shoot through her body. "I have so longed to speak 
to you in person, and yet I do apologize and request 
that my identity remain a secret for a little while 
longer."

His hand remained on her shoulder; the other touched her 
arm below the opposite shoulder and began to immediately 
slide down to her hand. Each section of skin tingled 
like ice. He grasped her hand and brought it up... she 
felt his breath on her neck as his head bent forward and 
kissed her open hand. She physically shuddered at the 
touch of his lips and her knees seemed to buckle 
slightly.

He felt her weakness and his arm reached down and around 
her waist to support her. His lips moved to her neck and 
his hand moved the hair form where it covered her 
alabaster skin. His lips slide rather than kissed her 
neck. Again her knees went weak and his grip around her 
waist tightened. By tightening his grip, he had to pull 
her back against him. She could feel his maleness hard 
against the cloth of her skirt. It was an exciting 
feeling this touch of his sex. 

Although Rebecca had never seen or touch a man before, 
she knew the rudimentary parts and how they worked. She 
had spent numerous hours in the darkness of her room 
pleasing herself with the fantasies of what she would do 
when given the chance. Now it appeared as thought the 
chance would presented itself. Her unseen lovers lips 
slide to the back of her neck and around to the other 
side. 

The hand pulled at the neckline of the blouse to make 
room for his lips to leave a trail of his saliva down to 
the side of her shoulder and than slowly lick the area 
dry. In doing so he pulled at her bra strap leaving it 
hanging off her naked arm. She had steadied herself by 
concentrating on his lips and the lump grinding against 
the small of her back. 

She was surprised to find that the hand around her waist 
had pulled her blouse from its tucked placement and was 
now slipping across her bare belly so lightly that it 
was almost to her breasts before she realized it. Again 
her legs buckled and her lover used this opportunity to 
push his hips lower and up to get his manhood into a 
better position of pleasure and support. To hold herself 
up Rebecca had to put her hands on the wall. 

Almost by instinct, she pushed back with her own hips 
and ground her backside down on his thick cock. It 
shocked her to think of the word, much less realize that 
one was actually grinding between her rapidly soaking 
legs. By now his hand had found its way under her bra 
and was caressing her small breast. His fingers found 
her long nipples and kneaded them until they were erect 
and sore. His other hand had reached down and was 
touching her leg as he raised her skirt inch by inch. 

It seemed to take an eternity and yet seemed to be over 
in an instant. He pulled the skirt up over her ass and 
roughly reached into the band of her panties and ripped 
downward pulling the panties down over her hips and 
halfway down her legs in an instant. She audiblely 
protested, but his lips shushed her and she relaxed as 
his tongue shot into her ear and began to pepper the 
side of her face with moist kisses. 

Down his head went, down went his body; down he went to 
his knees keeping the skirt high above her hips. He 
found the zipper and broke the button in his haste to 
get the skirt off her. The skirt fell to the floor 
around her feet and he ripped what was left of her 
panties from her legs. (She would be unable to find her 
panties when the time came to leave and suspected that 
he'd taken them with him when he left.) 

He grabbed her hips and pulled her back thus forcing her 
to bend over even more. He buried his face into her 
backside first running his tongue along her spine, down 
to the crack of her ass, on down to her puckered 
backdoor entrance (where he spent a few seconds tasting 
her... to her great wicked delight), eventually to find 
his way to her cum soaked pussy. He roughly spread her 
cheeks apart and she bent even lower to allow his tongue 
greater access to her pussy. His tongue slide in and 
around sending her over the edge instantly in the most 
overpowering orgasm in her life. Her legs visibly shook 
as wave after wave hit her. 

Every once in a while his tongue would smack against her 
extended clit sending her over the edge again. He 
brought his head back up to concentrate on her ass hole 
again, but his fingers deftly replaced his tongue and 
spent more time and attention with her clit. The 
sensations seemed to continue rising and cresting until 
she felt she couldn't stand it any longer. 

None of this was made any easier by the fact that she 
had to remain quiet while his tongue and fingers brought 
her to yet another group of multiple climaxes. Almost as 
soon as it had begun he stopped. 

While she was recuperating from the swelling waves of 
ecstasy, she heard rather than felt the sound of another 
zipper. He leaned against her and for the first time she 
felt an engorged male penis against her naked skin. What 
was happening had never been as she had imagined... 
actually it was turning out better. He rubbed his 
cocked, which felt huge, against her lower spine, along 
each side of her ass cheeks, down her crack and then 
teasingly against her wet cunt lips. In one fast and 
furious stroke he slipped the huge pole into her slick 
opening and broke her hymen. 

She yelled out once and recovered to keep from yelling 
again. He just held his dick there deep inside her. He 
didn't move it for what seemed forever. She could feel 
him inside her filling her. She thought at first he was 
so deep in her that he'd reached her stomach. 

As she waited for him to move she began to mentally 
study his cock inside her and test the feeling by 
contracting her muscles a bit. This sent all new 
sensations through her nervous system and she began to 
enjoy the feeling. Her invisible assailant felt this and 
finally began to move his cock around inside her. As she 
seemed to loosen up, he slide his dick back and almost 
out of her only to press it deep into her again.

He continued this way until he felt her begin to 
understand the rhythm and began to move her hips back 
against his down stroke. Soon they were slapping skin to 
the beat of their racing hearts. His balls were 
attacking the back of her legs and she could hear the 
sounds of her cunt juices smacking about with each of 
his thrusts. Soon it would be too much for both of 
them... she began to urge her hips on pushing back with 
more force. And he also began to slam into her with more 
urgency.

In a matter of moments she felt her orgasm reach its 
peak and she began to whimper with each wave... he 
shoved all he had into her and exploded his seed shot 
after shot... hot... fierce. This sent her climax to a 
new level as she felt his orgasm deep within her. 

As each cum shot hit her inner walls she climaxed 
again... and again... and again. Her legs gave out 
eventually and she felt his loving cock slip out of her 
with a sucking sound. The world was revolving and hazy 
as her orgasm finally subsided. She came to realize that 
she was alone. Her skirt tangled about her feet, panties 
gone, blouse soaked with perspiration, legs sticky with 
cum, legs sore and pussy deliriously swollen and 
satisfied.

She jerk up quickly and gathered her skirt about her 
looking for anyone who may have seen her in this 
condition. No one was there... however, on the floor 
half way down the aisle was another rose and note. 

"Dearest love... oh sweet lady of fine words... you are 
so much more than I ever imagined. My love for you knows 
no bounds. If you are as please with this day as I am... 
meet me tonight. Room 206, The Hilton Hotel, 9:00. The 
front desk will give you the key... all will be 
prepared. You'll find candles waiting, pour yourself a 
hot bath, with the provided hot oil and perfumes for 
water... after your bath await me under the single sheet 
naked as God intended our love. PS Please wear the eye 
mask that will be on the pillow."

Rebecca was not late. 

END

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
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in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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