The Shy Librarian

Chapter 11

William slammed rather than closed the door behind them.

“William,” said Buffy reprovingly.

“I don’t care right now Buffy. All my life I have had my parents telling me what to do and how to act. This break at my uncles was supposed to be my chance to spread my wings and live a little before I settled down to five long years at university,”

“Sewing your wild oats or something like that?” she asked.

“God no. Mother would have a fit if she knew what I had been up to. I am still a little boy in long shorts in mother’s mind,” he grimaced.

“Poor William, believe me I know how it feels to live a life that’s expected of you rather than the one you want,” she sighed.

“My mother has my whole life mapped out for me, and I think I'd had have gone along with it… if it hadn’t been for you Buffy,” he said, stopping in the street and turning to look down at her.

She smiled up at him.

“What about your father?” she asked.

“He stopped fighting mother years ago. When I look at him, I see the man I would have become. It isn’t a pretty picture,”

“You kinda saved me too… restored my trust in men if you like,” Buffy said.

He guessed that she was referring to her failed relationship with Angel, almost asking her why they had parted, but changed his mind, not wanting their night to be spoiled by thoughts of the past. There was plenty of time for them to explore each other both emotionally and physically he mused. The important thing was that fate had led them to this awe-inspiring moment.

“Looks like we have found each other just in time,” he grinned.

Buffy’s smiled faded as she looked at him “Go easy on your uncle William, I think that deep down Mr Giles has your best interests at heart…besides it must have been one hell of a shock for him to see us doing that…” Buffy couldn’t help, but laugh at the irony of the situation.

William regarded her seriously for a moment, before being caught up in the infectiousness of her laughter. He leaned down to kiss her; she wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled away from him, took his hand and they carried on walking.

“So how was it for you?” she asked.

“How was what?” he asked innocently.

“William!” she playfully elbowed him in the ribs.

“Ok, I surrender…it was wonderful. You were wonderful the best I have ever had…oh I forgot you are the only one I have ever had,”

“I am the only one you will ever have William,” she said firmly.

“So this is the forever deal then?” he asked, his breath caught in his throat as he waited for her answer.

“Yeah it is,” she said quietly.

William took her hand that was clasped tightly in his and kissed it.

“Good, because I was pretty fucked the day you walked into or should I say fell into my life Buffy Summers,” he said fiercely.

“William!” she said in mock horror “Dirty words like that will get you everywhere with me…and you were not truly fucked until this evening,”

“You are breathtaking,” he whispered huskily in her ear.

“You are not so bad yourself, but unfortunately I have to love you and leave you,” she replied.

“Why?” he asked in hurt confusion

“Because if I am not mistaken, this is my house silly,”

“Oh…” William breathed a huge sigh of relief.

“My mom is home, this is gonna to take some explaining,” she said as she glanced at her watch.

“Would you like me to come in with you?” he asked.

“No, I think the fact that I am with a teacher, whether substitute or otherwise, won’t go down too well with her,” Buffy sighed.

“So this is goodnight?” he asked glumly.

“But not goodbye. Meet me early at the library tomorrow. I would like to continue our education. I want you so much….if I didn’t think we would get caught I would have you on my front lawn here and now,” she panted.

William bent his head to kiss her, his tongue slipped into her mouth as his hands wound themselves in her soft hair. Buffy’s hands rested on his firm ass as she ground herself against him. They broke apart, both of them breathing heavily. Buffy took one last look at him before tearing herself away and running into her house.

He stood there on the lawn for several more minutes. William closed his eyes, desperately trying to regain control of his body before turning on his heel and walking away into the night.

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“Buffy…oh my god where have you been?” asked her mother.

“I was at Willow’s house mom,” Buffy lied.

“I called Willow’s mom,” said Joyce, her face darkening.

“Did I say Willow…I meant Xander,” said Buffy, her face flushing.

“I also called Mrs Harris,” came the sharp reply.

“I was just out mom. Okay with you?” asked Buffy defiantly

“No it’s not okay young lady and where did you get that…that mark on your throat?” asked her mom.

Buffy walked over to the mirror, noticing the large love bite that William had left on her neck. She turned round to face her mom again.

“Would you believe I was attacked by a vampire on the way home?” she asked hopefully.

“Buffy, I know you are eighteen now and what you do is your own business, but what kind of mom would I be if I didn’t look out for my little girl?”

“I’m not a little girl mom, not anymore,” said Buffy firmly.

Joyce blanched at her daughter’s words.

“Do you mean…?”

“Yes,”

“But I thought you and Angel broke up,” said her mom.

“We did, who said anything about Angel?” asked Buffy.

“Who else…?” asked Joyce lost for words.

“A man. Someone who won’t hurt me like Angel did either. He loves me and I love him that’s all you need to know. Now if you don’t mind I am exhausted and I have school in the morning,” said Buffy as she walked off up the stairs.

“Oh Buffy, you have a lot to learn about men and their pretty words,” said Joyce bitterly as she thought back to the betrayal of Buffy’s father a couple of years ago.

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She walked up the hall to her room. Buffy knew what was behind all this. Her mother had become bitter towards men ever since her father had let down and had moved out to be with his secretary. She just wished her mother would move on and realise that not all guys were bad…

Buffy closed the bedroom door and sank down on her bed tiredly. Refusing to lie down, because if she did, she would fall asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. She smiled to herself; her body ached in new places she didn’t think possible. All the last few days had been worth the magnificence of this night.

She wanted to get it all down on paper, even though it was etched on her heart. She went over to her dressing table and sat down on the stool. Buffy opened the drawer and took out her diary; shlocklocked it and flicked through the pages. She hadn’t made an entry since the night of Angel’s betrayal. It had hurt her too much, but now that time had elapsed, she realised that she felt something almost akin to relief that she was no longer bound by a relationship which had long since become redundant.

Angel had found his happiness and she had found hers. Although Angel’s happiness had been at much greater cost to her than him, she thought wryly.

Buffy took a pen from a container on the dressing table and began to write…


Dear Diary,

I cannot believe the turnaround of events since I last wrote here. I am in love, no not with Angel, but Mr Giles. It is amazing that in such a short space of time he has come to mean my whole world to me in a way that Angel never did. There are only a few years in our ages, but I think that just makes it better. He is so much more mature in a way that Angel never was and maybe never will be. I love so many things about him…his smile, his shyness (which I am surely curing him of, bit by bit) He has the most amazing body. All I can think of is touching him, whenever he is near me.

Tonight we became lovers. I waited for him at his house until he returned from school. I had my first time in his bed, it was painful at first, but it soon we were moving together and oh…enough of that!

He was so gentle and caring afterwards. He ran me a bath, which we shared and we made love all over again. The beauty of which was spoiled only by…


There was a knock on the bedroom door, Buffy abandoned her diary entry and quickly shoved it back in her drawer. She threw back the covers and feigned sleep as she heard her mother turn the door handle.

“Buffy?” asked her mother.

Buffy added a little snore for good measure. On hearing her mother sigh and retreat, Buffy got her pyjamas on and cuddled up to Mr Gordo. She wished it was William, but making do with her childhood toy, on the night, she had truly left her girlhood behind. She fell asleep quickly with a soft smile on her face.

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The sun was shining in through the window. Buffy opened her eyes and smiled contentedly. Her alarm rang a few seconds later and she shot out of bed, making sure she was first to the shower.

She quickly dressed and ran a brush through her hair. After looking in the mirror and being satisfied with what she saw, she ran down stairs and grabbed a slice of toast from the rack and took off out of the house before her mom had a chance to question her further about the previous evening.

Buffy wondered if she would look any different to her friends when they saw her. She felt different, as if looking at the world for the first time with new eyes.

The parking lot was deserted except for the recognisable sight of Mr Giles’s old Citroen. Buffy smiled knowingly as she let herself into the high school almost running down the corridors in her need to get to William. Buffy burst through the library doors…

William had heard someone’s hasty approach and he had come out of his office and stood in the main part of the library in expectation. He was not disappointed as Buffy entered the library, out of breath. His eyes were drawn to her heaving breasts beneath the tight t-shirt that she wore.

“Buffy,” he said in a half groan of need and want.

She threw herself into his arms with such a force that he had to fight to keep his balance. Buffy pulled his head down to hers and thrust her tongue in his mouth.

William’s hand crept up her top and to his delight she was braless. He cupped one of her breasts, rubbing the nipple to hardness. Buffy groaned into his mouth and ground herself against him. He leaned back against the library study table and lifted her top off to expose her to his gaze. William bent his head and sucked one of her pebble hard nipples, licking at its peak. She ran her hands through his hair as she felt a flood of wetness between her legs as he moved his tongue onto the other breast.

William lifted his head as he caught her musky scent in his nostrils. He smiled at her with a new confidence at his abilities to arouse the woman he loved.

“Want to take this somewhere more private?” he asked her.

“Do I ever,” she begged

Her picked her up in his arms like a hero in an old movie, and carried her into his uncle’s office. Kicking the door shut behind him as he passed through. He deposited Buffy on the edge of the desk and locked the door. He was more than a little surprised when he turned around to see Buffy bent over the desk. Her ass was raised and he could see the beginning of her bare butt.

“No panties?” he asked.

Buffy turned around.

“I have them in my bag. After all what was the point, when I knew I wouldn’t be wearing them for long anyway,” she asked huskily.

William walked over to the desk and placed a hand up her skirt, Buffy spread her legs a little wider in invitation for his questing fingers. He slipped a couple of fingers between her legs and dipped it in her wet heat. She was more than ready for him. He removed his fingers with a soft sucking sound. She heard rather than saw him lick his fingers clean.

“Fuck me William. I think I will die if I have to wait another second to have your cock in me,” she panted.

He obliged her by unzipping himself and releasing his erection. He wanted to tease her a little by resting his swollen shaft against the white skin of her firm ass. She lifted herself, causing his the foreskin to pull back. Some of his precum dribbled onto her bare flesh. He caught a glance of himself in a mirror across the room. He could see Buffy’s expectant expression as he eased his cock head between her thighs, spreading her legs a little wider to accommodate him.

He wanted her so much…she could feel his dripping cock as it rested at her entrance. He sank into her inch by agonising inch. Just when she felt she could take it no more, he thrust up hard so deep that she could feel his balls pressing against her.

She was impaled on him like a butterfly on a pin. A thick hard pulsing pin…she thought as he withdrew and thrust into her again. She arched back in ecstasy, as he set up a punishing pace. She saw him in the mirror and met his eyes as he pounded into her, it made her wetter when she realised that he was almost fully clothed apart from his pants hanging round his ankles.

Him in his proper shirt and tie, fucking her doggy style on a desk just as she had dreamed only yesterday, was erotic beyond her wildest imaginings.

By the look on William’s face, he wasn’t going to hold out for much longer. Neither was she, she thought as she gripped to the edges of the desk to take the brunt of his cock.

“That’s it William screw me into to the desk, give me all you’ve got…fuck me with that magnificent cock of yours,” she egged him on.

She pushed him over the edge with her words, the muscles of her pussy gripping him so tightly as he came within her. Riding on a hard orgasm as he filled her with plentiful amounts of his seed. She gasped and shook as they watched each other’s expressions as they came, in the mirrors reflection.

William collapsed against her back and kissed her neck before withdrawing himself, causing an instant flood between her legs. He quickly reached for the box of tissues on the desk to clean them both up, one of the few items that had managed to stay on its surface during their heated sex session.

She turned around to kiss him, feeling sore, but in a good way. He still had his pants around his ankles and she was wearing nothing more than a short skirt. She broke off the kiss and unlocked the door, picking up her discarded t-shirt and quickly slipping it over her head. She bent and took a pair of black panties from her book bag and put them on.

He belatedly pulled up his pants and zipped himself away, a semi dazed expression on his face.

“That’s better,” she grinned “Not that I mind looking at your cock, but it just makes me want to climb on it all over again,” she cupped him through his pants and kissed him hard.

He pressed himself against her hand. Buffy continued to rub at his semi rigid shaft. The ever-torturous bell rang and they broke apart.

“Gotta run William, but it’s Saturday tomorrow, how about we make another attempt at a real date?” she asked.

He beamed at her.

“Anywhere in particular?” he asked.

“I haven’t been dancing in like forever,” she hinted.

“I can’t dance,” he admitted.

“Well I guess that’s just one more thing I’ll have to teach you then. Pick me up at eight-thirty on the corner,”

She blew him a kiss and was out of the door. Principle Flootie passed her on her way out.

“Hello William. What did Miss Summers want?” he asked.

“Oh…er…she forgot something when she was here the other day,” William lied.

“That figures, the day a student actually uses this library for study…well enough on that subject. I need to talk to you about being one of the chaperones for prom night. Teenagers are a heaving mass of hormones at the best of times, but prom seems to bring the worst out in them. I Need some responsible to keep a watch out if you know what I mean,”

William did know what he meant. After all, he had just very soundly fucked one of them in his office, much to their mutual satisfaction.

TBC