The Sexy Librarian: A Lesbian Romance Read online

  “I showed you mine,” she said. “Why don’t you show me yours?”

  “My heart is gonna beat right out of my chest,” I said aloud, causing Esme to giggle knowingly.

  “Don’t worry, Amelia,” she said. “I’ll take care of you.”

  “All right,” I said almost inaudibly. Moving my hands down to my own black tights, I slipped them quickly over my butt, simultaneously lying back onto the bed as I pushed them down my legs. As I did this, Esme assisted, taking hold of them once they reached my knees and pulled them off of my feet along with my wool socks. I felt exposed, a bit bashful, but I gave in to the moment and was ready for wherever the night took the two of us. While I’d often fantasized about something like this happening, a sexy older woman taking charge in the bedroom, once you’re actually in the scenario it can become a little nerve-wracking.

  “Mmm,” hummed Esme, crawling up the length of my body, hovering over me, her hand dropping down to my panties and lightly running her fingers over my pussy lips through the fabric. I shivered as she touched me, beginning to feel quite humid down between my thighs, knowing that Esme most certainly felt my wetness as she fingered my panties. “You are so gorgeous, Amelia,” she said in a soft whisper.

  “Thank you,” I murmured.

  Esme straddled me now, her legs folded on either side of my body, and she reached behind her own back and deftly unhooked her bra. She let it tumble over her shoulders and down her arms, exposing her ample chest, each breast punctuated by a large pale pink nipple. Without breaking eye contact with me, Esme tossed her bra aside and wiggled her chest back and forth, allowing me to watch her bounce.

  She then began to paw at my panties, pulling at the elastic waistband to bring them up off of my skin. As she did this I could feel cool air rush in and slightly chill the moistness of my pussy. Esme gave my panties a further pull and then let them snap back, this little move giving her a tickle and causing her to giggle. While her lingerie was matching and pretty, bright and new looking, I felt a little underdressed in my athletic grey camisole and pale pink panties.

  “These little panties are so cute,” said Esme admiringly. She again pulled at the elastic, peeking inside to catch a quick glimpse of my short fur beneath. Esme took a deep breath and sighed, then lowered her head and softly kissed me a few times in the space between my navel and my fur. I shivered in delight and Esme could obviously feel me squirm against the sheets. My eyes were drawn to her voluptuous chest, her breasts swaying with even the most subtle of movements.

  Without a word, I grabbed onto the hem of my camisole and adeptly lifted it up over my torso, causing my small tits to pop out, and then pulled it up over my head. Although I’d certainly been in this position with another girl my age before, I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed lying there almost naked in front of Esme, more than a decade my senior. Upon removing my top, Esme made a little excited purr sound and reached her hand up to cup one of my breasts and give it a soft squeeze, manipulating it in her palm.

  “You’re so much bigger than me,” I said, enjoying the feeling of Esme touching me.

  “I’m a fan of tiny tits like yours,” said Esme with a grin. “Like I said, Amelia, I find you so gorgeous.”

  “Gah,” I intoned, squirming my butt against the bed, feeling red in the face, not used to so much positive attention. Esme moved from her straddling position and sat on her knees next to me, pawing at my panties, yanking at them, eager to get them off.

  “Lift your butt,” she said. I followed her command and as soon as I did, Esme pulled my little bikini briefs down my legs and off my feet with an adroit motion. There was no more hiding. I was lying there on Esme’s bed totally in the buff.

  Closing in on me, Esme ran her fingertips through the soft fur covering my mound. I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling a cold tickle run through my body, and I made a “brrrr” sound like I was chilled. I could feel a single bead of wetness ooze out from between my pussy lips and drip down my slit as Esme continued petting my pubic hair.

  Placing a palm on my thigh, Esme then lowered herself down closer to me, her face moving in-between my legs. Eager for her attention, I widened my stance were I lay, parting my thighs and exposing my soft wetness. I looked down the length of my own body and watched Esme, her eyes wide as she examined me, seeing the moistness glistening on my lips.

  I dropped my head down to the bed and moaned as I felt Esme’s first lick. It started at the base of my pussy, near my entrance, and then moved upwards along my slit until the tip of her tongue settled onto my clit and giving a slow, circular lick. I couldn’t contain the noises inside me. I groaned louder as I felt her do it again.

  “Is that okay?” she questioned in a low whisper, then delicately licking me again without waiting for an answer.

  “Oh my God, yes,” I affirmed. “That’s great.”

  “Mmm,” she sighed. “Good.” Esme once again slipped her tongue up my slit, tasting my wetness, her eager tongue lapping up the little beads of creamy arousal that leaked out of me. Pursing her lips, Esme pushed her mouth against my pussy, simultaneously kissing my aching labia and slurping on them. I was becoming happily drenched, bristling inside with a fire in my heart and yearning in my belly. I felt Esme’s tongue poke out from her mouth and push between my lips, lightly lapping at my hole for a moment until it ran upwards and diddled on my little fleshy nub.

  “That feels really nice, Esme,” I said, snaking one arm upwards and gripping tightly onto one of her pillows from the underside. I widened my legs even further, bursting with excitement, loving Esme’s expert attentions. My ass writhed against the bed as she continued to tongue me, coursing between my lips, up and down, suckling on my folds, her lips landing on my clit and with a soft sucking of it making me involuntarily arch my back in previously unknown pleasure.

  “You have such a beautiful little pussy,” mused Esme, now getting her fingers into the act. She easily slipped two fingers inside of me, softly pumping as her lips focused on my clit. I was sopping between my thighs, soaking and loving it. As Esme fingered me, I could feel the moist squeaking of skin slapping against skin and I knew that her fingers were getting coated in my white creamy pussy grool. When I get that aroused, I can’t help but get milky.

  Opening my eyes for a moment and looking down, all I could see down the length of my naked body, my stomach heaving up and down, was Esme’s red hair falling down over my middle, obscuring her as she ate me out. She lay between my legs, one arm crooked upward so that her fingers could penetrate me while her other hand tenderly held onto the outside of my thigh. I dropped my head back to the bed, closed my eyes, and let out a passionate sigh. I felt impossibly high.

  It was then I felt something I had never quite felt before. As she continued to slurp my clit with her mouth, Esme had eased her fingers out of my pussy and dropped one of them further down between my legs. Her forefinger, soaked with my viscid wetness, slimed down from my pussy, over my taint, and moved between my ass cheeks. I felt Esme slowly massage my rear with her moist finger, rubbing my asshole in slow concentric circles, her fingertip coursing slippery over my crinkled little dot.

  “Mmm,” I moaned, my hips bucking slightly. But Esme kept with me, her finger rubbing my ass, a little bit firmer now, wetly pushing against the folds of my hole as her lips stayed resolutely pressed to my clit, suckling and slurping and causing my arousal to mount.

  I tried to relax, unsure how I felt about the backside touch. I admit it was a little weird, but I couldn’t help but be interested in Esme’s attention. And as I felt my body stumble toward orgasm, the build up inside of me becoming impossible to ignore, little shivers and tingles winding their way through my limbs, I took a deep breath and decided to simply live in the moment, allow Esme any access to my flesh that she wanted, succumbing to the pure joy of sexual pleasure and all the varied feelings that it had to offer.

  It was then, once I made the decision to be servile to the sex, that I felt Esme’s finger push
into my small, wrinkled hole, parting the tightness around it, and moistly, slowly, push inside. The only way I could describe it was that I felt a muddled sense of bubbling in my brain, a curious heated lust that I had never experienced up until that moment. With her finger inside of my ass, my hole tightening and loosening on her finger, syncopated with my breath, Esme’s mouth kissing and sucking and indulging on my clit, my hips began to buck up and down uncontrollably. I was panting, my heart racing, my breath desperately speedy, moans pouring out of my lips.

  “Oh God,” I called out, one hand gripping onto the sheets, the other holding my own head. “Oh shit, I’m coming!”

  With this admittance, Esme’s lips suckled firmer onto my clit, her finger pushed deeper into my ass, and my pussy oozed its pallid viscosity of its own accord, sliming out from my slit and creaming my taint below. I moaned in a frantic whine, a noise I only make when I’m at the pinnacle of stimulation, and I even closed in on weeping — I was just that aroused. Electricity shot through me like lightening, cold tingling brimming in my fingers and toes, cool sweat evaporating on my thighs and forearms, a dizziness unavoidable in my brain. My hips lifted from the bed and fell, they lifted and fell. I juddered and shook, an arm reflexively trembling, then a leg. I chased longingly after my breath, feeling as though my heart were beating so fast it was like I’d just sprinted for a mile as fast as I could.

  “Fuck,” dripped lazily out of my mouth, my head falling to the side. I had come hard and now all those tremendous sensations of bliss and joy became sensitive tickles. I began to laugh and squirm, lowering a hand down to Esme’s head and lightly tapping on her. I felt her finger slip out from my backside and she lifted her head up, grinning from ear to ear at me, her mouth and chin glistening from the wetness of my pussy. I even spotted a little white bead of my grool affixed to her chin and tittered when I saw it.

  “How was that?” asked Esme, smiling, wiping the back of her arm across her face to remove the sticky wetness of my womanhood from her mouth.

  “I’m floating,” I said, tightly hugging myself and rocking back and forth, my legs kicking up and down in excitement. “That was just… transcendent!” Esme laughed and lowered her fingers to my furry mound, rubbing them into the hair matted down with moisture from our lusty sex.

  “Transcendent,” repeated Esme, looking at me and shaking her head with a happy expression. She continued to idly pet me and I loved it. “You’re a funny girl.”

  “No one’s ever touched me… back there,” I admitted shyly, obscuring my face a bit with my arm. I was embarrassed to admit this to Esme but at the same time it made me feel so good that I just had to address it.

  “Oh?” said Esme with a wry grin. She popped up from the bed and stepped her foot off. “Let me go wash up real quick. I’ve got something else to show you.”

  *

  After lying there alone in Esme’s bed for a few moments, catching my breath, slowing my heart, relaxing into the comfort of the memory foam under me, Esme returned to her bedroom now completely nude, having left her panties in the bathroom. Between her legs I could see her dark red fur, matching her hair up top, buzzed thin and tight though not clean shaven. Esme had nice, wide hips, implying a curvy butt behind her, and with her full chest above she had a beautiful hourglass figure. As she entered, she grinned at me and placed her hand onto the doorframe, leaning against it to leisurely model her nudity in the low light beaming in from the main room behind her. Her long red hair hung over her shoulders and down her back.

  Stepping seductively toward me, Esme’s hips bounced back and forth with each step. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. The heat within me was becoming rekindled and reflexively I dropped my hand to my pussy and gave myself a couple of tender rubs, feeling the wetness coating my lips and hair.

  “I want to show you something,” cooed Esme as she reached the bed. She climbed up on it and perched momentarily on her knees. I couldn’t help but stare at her chest, her breasts bobbing left and right with her movements.

  “Okay,” I said with trepidation, a bit apprehensive because of the uncertainty.

  “You liked it when I fingered your ass, right?” she asked matter-of-factly.

  “Yes,” I said cautiously.

  “What do you think of this?”

  From where she perched on the bed, Esme scooted around so that her back was to me. She then leaned over, folding herself in half, so that her ass was facing me. I shifted my body and braced myself up on my elbows, eagerly watching Esme’s presentation. Reaching behind herself now, Esme spread her ass cheeks apart to show off her surprise inside. Focusing in on her, I saw between her spread cheeks a little bright green jewel covering her asshole. It sparkled in the low light, glimmering as she softly swayed her backside to and fro.

  “Is that…?” I said, trailing off.

  “It’s a plug,” she said, still demonstrating for me. “I’ve been wearing it since you came over. It makes my pussy really drippy and I love wearing it. It makes me feel filled up. Permanently excited.”

  “Oh…” I mused, still looking at it. I swiveled around now and sat on my knees behind her, gently placing a hand on top of her rump as I stared.

  “Do you like it?” she asked suddenly.

  “Very much,” I said. I felt supremely aroused by Esme showing me something so intimate. In that moment I felt undeniably close to her, as though we had been friends for ages. It just seemed right.

  “Do you see how wet I am?” she said. “Feel it.”

  I slowly slithered my hand under her and placed my palm on top of her moistness. Abuzz with animation, I tenderly petted her pussy back and forth, her wetness coating my palm as my fingertips grazed through the red fur on her mound.

  “Mmm,” sighed Esme. “That’s nice.”

  “What do I do with… the plug” I asked, still massaging my hand against Esme’s moist pussy.

  “Give it a little tug,” she said. “But don’t pull it out.”

  “Okay,” I said. Still fondling her, I brought my other hand to the green jeweled head of the plug. Wrapping my fingers around it, I began to manipulate it gently, moving it left to right, up and down, giving it a little tug every so often as Esme had suggested. As I played with the toy, Esme writhed down onto the sheets, her shoulders crumbled down while her ass remained up. She had a round ass, a firm ass, very alluring and sexy.

  “Ooh!” Esme moaned as I played. “Mmm, Amelia, you’re a natural.”

  The more I tugged on the plug, the more I was able to look down into Esme’s rear. As I pulled, I could see the stainless steel bulb of the plug widening Esme’s hole, the little folds and crinkles splaying out as it dilated. Her ass was completely hairless and pink, clean and gorgeous, dotted only by a single freckle just off to the side of her hole. Although I’d certainly been on this side of a woman before, never had I admired an ass so. Esme’s was perfection and I could feel myself slowing oozing grool from between my own pussy lips as I continued to pet Esme’s underside and tug on her toy.

  “Touch my clit,” whined Esme, her hips slowly gyrating as I diddled her. Taking her command, I pressed my middle and forefingers together, layering my palm atop her pussy lips, and began to rub her humid clit in small, tight circles with my fingertips. This inspired heavier moans from Esme’s mouth, her head turned to the side and hanging slack onto the bed sheets. Her backside thrusted back and forth deliberately. I gave the toy a firmer tug, causing the big end of the bulb to spread her hole open and the plug itself to come out half way.

  “Oh my God, Oh my God,” bristled Esme, her arms wiggly against the sheets. Her beautiful, full, sexually swollen pussy percolated with viscous cream, sliming onto my palm as I rubbed it and fingered her clit. “Push it back in,” she then intoned.

  And I did. With a quick push, the toy was once more engulfed in her backside, causing Esme to buck her hips downward and squirm. I could tell she was getting close, feeling the humidity between her thighs, the wetness of her pussy, the autom
atic movements of her lower half. Esme was in heaven and I was happy to be taking her there.

  Taking a big breath, I smelled that familiar musky pussy scent, a lusty aroma of floral sweat, and I sighed happily, redoubling my pleasuring efforts for Esme’s edification. Her ass grooved backwards and she squealed joyously, giggling with intoxication and obviously unable to control the physical manifestation of how she felt inside.

  “Oh!” she groaned loud and long. “I’m gonna come. When I’m coming,” she said between breaths. “Pull out the plug, okay?”

  “Okay,” I said.

  “So close,” she said, her face clenching in bliss. My fingers glided over her clit, my palm rubbed her lips, and I continued wielding the jeweled plug inside her ass. “Oh, Amelia, here it comes.”

  Esme gripped as tightly as she could onto the sheets with her hands, folds of the sheets coming up between her fingers, and her thighs quivered hard. Her legs clenched against my fondling hand, holding it there against her vulva, my hand coated with Esme’s saturating lubricant. Not forgetting my charge, I began to pull at the head of the toy, again causing Esme’s asshole to dilate as the bulbous steel end of the plug made its exit. She cried out in ecstasy, smacking the sheets with one hand, her limbs shivering, her hips bucking back and forth. I could tell she loved it.

  I watched as the plug widened Esme, her wrinkled dot expanding, softening and smoothing out as the hole grew larger. The bulb was bigger than I had imagined, shiny and slimy, and after another moment or two of pressured pulling, the device completely came out of Esme’s rear. Meanwhile, Esme was panting, a long, drawn out moan with each labored breath, and as she breathed I could see her asshole open and close just the smallest amount.