Shy Girl’s First Taste of Pleasure in the Library

In an old public library with towering ceilings and narrow aisles built just wide enough for two people to brush past each other, shelves crammed with books neatly sorted into categories and labelled with the heady scent of paper and ancient glue, there she stood—Lila, barely over twenty, in the history of timekeeping section. She wasn’t there just for the books, but also for the deep, soothing silence, broken only by the distant ticking of an ancient wall clock hanging above the elderly, half-deaf librarian at their tiny desk. There, stacks of perfectly aligned books waited to be returned to their rightful places, ready for the next eager reader hungry for knowledge.

In the hushed aisles between shelves groaning under the weight of books, a few other patrons wandered aimlessly. Most of them lingered in far more popular sections like fiction, travel guides, or cookery. For the first hour, Lila loitered in the forgotten history of timekeeping section, hoping to bump into someone, anyone, but her only company was the muted sound of her fingers brushing against book spines. She flipped through pages, replaced books on the shelves, and felt her courage—and more significantly, her yearning—begin to grow.

With a burst of determination, she ventured into the natural sciences section. Here, she found two people: one was a girl her own age, and the other was an older man whose appeal didn’t exactly quicken her pulse. Her heart, however, nearly leapt out of her chest when she entered the next section. Amongst books on medicine and healthcare stood a young man, seemingly a future doctor.

He was tall and slender, with black-framed glasses perched on his nose. Though he couldn’t have been much older than Lila, his high forehead hinted at the beginnings of a receding hairline. Lila stepped closer, bridging the chasm between them to a mere metre. In the cavernous expanse of the public library, it felt to her like she was breaching his personal space. She lingered, waiting to see if he would say something. He offered her only a fleeting, polite smile before turning back to his books with a faint frown, deeply engrossed in pages filled with detailed anatomical drawings of the human hand.

Lila grabbed the book, which, by sheer coincidence, was discussing eye surgeries commonly performed over twenty years ago, but her sneaky gaze was fixed on the young man beside her. No one knew about it—not even her mother, who was her best mate—because Lila didn’t have any real friends. She, the shy girl with a soul drenched in embarrassment and prudishness, suffered in silence. Her passion for books, for the written word, for thoughts brought to life in perfectly organised strings of letters and symbols—this was her sanctuary, where she’d lose herself, all alone, in the public library. Something stirred inside her, just like it did every time she innocently wandered into the library, yearning for knowledge. It was uncontrollable, and so, for the first time, Lila found the courage to follow her forbidden desire.

She turned to the man, still engrossed in the book he was holding. With a quiet cough, she caught his attention.

Lila shut her eyes for a split second, then reopened them, and just as the stranger was about to avert his gaze, she pressed her lips together—a subtle, lipstick-stained touch—just as she always did, but only in the library.

Lila lifted up her old-fashioned pink blouse and stood there, silent and determined, while the completely strange man stared at her exposed perky breasts with a surprised look on his face.

They stood there in silence, staring at each other, when she finally let go of the fabric’s edge, returning modesty in a quiet, obedient way. But Lila’s resolve remained unshaken. She turned away, her legs wobbling with excitement and embarrassment, and, without knowing what the stranger would do next, she wandered back through the familiar aisles of the public library to her favourite deserted section on old machines measuring time in a long-lost history. She leaned against the shelf, closed her eyes, and waited.

It didn’t take long before she heard a soft cough. She opened her eyes. The man, with a slightly receding hairline, stood before her, but he looked different. Whereas in the medical aisle he had seemed shy and reserved, now he seemed entirely transformed. His eyes were gleaming with excitement. Without glancing left or right to check if they were truly alone, he tilted his chin up, a subtle gesture that unmistakably commanded her to lift her blouse once more. Without a second thought, she obeyed.

An unknown man approached her and began to knead her naked breasts. She looked around in horror, in silent terror and also in the unfathomable hope that someone would see them, catch them. What for a long time she had hardly had the courage to dream about was now really happening.

The man lifted her skirt with one hand and with the other he roughly pulled down her panties, tossing the torn piece of underwear to the floor. He turned her back to him and slapped her naked ass. The sound, so out of place in a public house dedicated to knowledge and information, carried between the shelves of books. Lila let out a gasp, but immediately put her hand over her mouth to keep from making a sound.

“I love public sex,” the man told her, and though he spoke directly into her ear, his voice was much louder than necessary. She looked around in alarm, but saw no one attracted by the intrusive voice. She didn’t answer, but she didn’t speak. She did nothing but indulge his touch. He had propped her against the shelf, his knee forcing her legs further apart in a motion reminiscent of a police crackdown on an arrestee, and now his cold fingers teased at the entrance to her hitherto unexplored sanctuary.

“You want it,” Lila heard the man croak in her ear. “You like it, slut, don’t you?” He didn’t lower his voice this time either, he seemed to want someone to come and catch them. The thought made her shiver. She’d imagined too many times what her first time would probably be like, losing her plunge, and in her fantasy it was never a man whose name she didn’t even know making his way into her virgin pussy. Yet she did nothing to stop him.

“You’re beautifully wet,” she heard him speak again. His disruptive voice and inappropriate words rang through the library, stirring a ripple of reaction. The faint sound of whispering, nervous voices reached her ears, no doubt from others who had overheard their exchange. It was only a matter of time before the stern librarian or one of the annoyed visitors would show up, ready to scold them and restore some order.

Lila stood there leaning one hand against the bookshelf, the other covering her mouth in the silent hope that the sounds of her losing her virginity would not disturb the utterly sacred atmosphere of the public library any more than absolutely necessary. She didn’t understand why the man who was now pressing his crotch against her naked arse, where she could feel the hardness of his erection through the thin fabric, was doing everything he could to be caught having sex, which was undoubtedly what it was all leading up to.

While he says lewd obscenities in her ear and his fingers go deeper into her vagina than anything before, she looks around in a horrible combination of terror and arousal she hasn’t yet recognized, waiting for someone to come. It’s inevitable, in the alleyway between the books devoted to the sublime desire for knowledge, where she indulges the lowest of desires and urges with a complete stranger, she will be banished forever, expelled with shame and loss of honour, access denied, and her disgrace will be known to all who know her. All those who still regard her as a strange, distant and suspicious person will find satisfaction.

None of these fears prompted Lila to intervene. To confront the fact that the man pressing against her from behind was unzipping his pants and for the first time in her life ever touched her with a penis.

“You’re going to get it, little whore,” he told her, roughly spreading her cheeks and shoving his naked male organ into her virgin pussy without any scruple.

She expected pain. She expected it to be uncomfortable and unnatural, undignified and, most importantly, inappropriately wet – from what she’d heard about first sex from her peers – but none of that happened. In fact, it was very pleasurable, much better than the very few times her own fingers had touched her before she restrained herself and admonished herself. She couldn’t control herself this time. She didn’t want to.

“You like that?” he said as he fucked her roughly from behind. She still had her palm pressed against his mouth, now biting her fingers to keep from sighing loudly. Yes, she liked it. She liked it a lot.

“You’re a classic slut who enjoys it in public places,” he told her. His voice and the insistent slapping of his naked body against hers carried through the silence of the library. “I suggest you come quickly. Someone’s already coming. Does that turn you on? Do you want us to get caught, my cock in your cunt?”

She didn’t answer. But Lila also heard uncharacteristic voices from afar, insistent, irritated. Angry. She heard footsteps, faster and louder than she’d ever heard in the library before.

Lila turned her head in the direction the voices were coming from. Separating her hand from her mouth, she rested it against the bookshelf to get a better grip. Yes, she held on like the absolute fucking whore, letting the stranger in the library take her virginity. What’s to say more, she felt a completely unfamiliar, but absolutely the best feeling she’d ever experienced, growing inside her.

It was no longer just the grinding sounds of sex and the man’s gravelly voice that broke the sacred silence of the library. Now it was mostly her uninterrupted gasps and moans of pleasure that carried through a place meant for quiet contemplation and the absorption of new knowledge.

Three people appeared in the aisle where the unknown couple was mating. The librarian, her face flushed with anger and embarrassment, an elderly lady with reading glasses pushed up on the tip of her nose, and then an elderly gentleman who was the only one smiling.

The strange man was squeezing Lila’s breasts while pounding her from behind, his hard cock crushing her insides in the most pleasurable way, all the while she was looking into the face of the angry librarian. Lila looked into her eyes, which had always looked at her kindly, almost friendly, before, occasionally catching glimpses of sympathy in them – like when she borrowed a book on how to survive loneliness on your own – or understanding when she returned books a day late.

Now that familiar kind face was frowning and quite surely saying something, her voice still mannerly muffled – they were in the library, after all! Only Lila couldn’t hear her over her own loud moans, over the wave of pleasure that rocked her knees and over the cackles of the man who, with a few mighty thrusts, had completed her transition into a woman, and while he dressed, she, still in the same pose, bared her breasts and bare bottom, something warm trickled down her thighs, and for the very first time in the librarian’s lifetime, Lila smiled good-naturedly at her.

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