The Librarian was a Virgin

This incident just happened this week. Today is 22 October 2011

We were sitting at the long table, awaiting the speaker to offer grace. A young woman, looking to be about 25 to 30 years old, came to our table and asked if all the seats were taken. We told her no, sit down. She smiled shyly, and sat down with her tray of food.

She was about 5’7″ tall, and weighed about 120 pounds, if I was estimating correctly. She was wearing drab clothing, and had not applied any make-up. She wore thick glasses, and continually flipped her mud-brown bangs from her plain and ordinary face. Appearance wise, on a scale of one to ten, I rated her a 3. After eating, she got up to get a drink, and I asked one of the other people at the table, who was a local (I was visiting town to conduct research) if she was a nun. He told me that she was a librarian–damn, she fit the stereotype to a T.

She returned to the table with a glass of tea, and again smiled shyly. Since she was sitting directly across from me, I asked her where she was from. She mentioned a town in Texas, and I asked her how she had ended up way out here on the east coast. Her job, she told me. We exchanged names, hers was Anne.

As we readied to leave, she dropped a napkin and bent over to pick it up. For the first time I noticed that she had a fine-looking ass–one that I would like to fuck.

The next day I went to the library and ran into her again. She was the only person working in the small town library, but she was a very good worker. Only two or three other patrons entered the library all day, so she spent most of the day helping me. I could not help but notice that she was so very shy, and naive.

When it came time to close up the library, I asked her to let me take her to dinner to repay her for all of her help. She told me it was not necessary, she was there to help. I insisted, and finally she agreed to go.

I told her I would pick her up at 6:30, that I needed to shower and change clothes. She said she had to do the same.

When I arrived at her apartment, she came to the door, and was dressed as plainly as before, and still was not wearing any makeup.

She told me where most people in the town went to eat, so we went there. As we placed our order, I ordered wine, and she hesitated, saying “I rarely consume alcohol.” I replied, “just take a few sips, you deserve a treat after the hard work you did today.”

By the time we finished dinner, she had had two glasses of wine and was becoming more talkative.