The Shy Librarian

Chapter 14

“William, I have never heard such foul language in all my life,” his mother looked at him as if he had grown two heads “And in front of your cousin too, shame on you,”

“Mother, I don’t know what notion you have to into your head about me and Drusilla, but…”

“Let’s talk about this back at the house. I want to see how that worthless brother-in-law of mine is keeping,” she said as she walked off.

William paced behind her angrily, his jaw clenched. He was seething inside at her presumptions…he felt a tug on his sleeve and looked down at the hand placed on his arm.

“Wait for me sweet William,” Drusilla pouted.

William looked at her like she was an annoying fly. Drusilla was another of his mother’s hapless puppets. He cringed at her pet name for him. She had been calling him sweet William since childhood. She was nineteen now, just a year older than Buffy. Looking at her, he could not help, but find her wanting when he compared her to Buffy. He felt something, similar almost to pity for the girl…he looked at the pale fingers that had wound themselves around his arm.

“How have you been Drusilla?” he asked flatly.

“All the better for seeing you. Any one would think that you had been avoiding me, but we know better don’t we?” she asked.

“We do?” asked William, an eyebrow rose sarcastically.

“I dreamt of you last night, on the plane. You were lost in the stars, but I found you…brought you back to me,”

William sighed, sure more than ever that Drusilla was touched in the head. She was forever prattling about bloody stars, he thought. They made their way to the airport parking lot. William stood in front of his uncle’s car, taking the keys from his pocket, he begun to open the door.

“You cannot be serious, isn’t there another vehicle?” she said looking down at the battered Citroen in distaste.

“There’s always the bus mother,” said William, as he got inside the vehicle.

“Drusilla, you get in the front with William. I will sit in the back and hopefully no one will see me,” said Grace.

“Mother…no one here knows or cares about you,” snapped William.

He started up the car, cringing as he heard a couple of sniffles from the back seat. He looked in the drivers mirror to see his mother extract a handkerchief and at dab at what looked like dry eyes.

“What is it now?” he asked impatiently, seeing her trick for what it was.

“Nothing…how could a son ill use a mother so,” she answered petulantly.

William sighed and pulled out of the parking lot.

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Buffy sat in the lunch hall, moving her food around on her plate. A frown furrowed her brow.

“What is it Buffy?” asked Willow.

“Huh?” asked Buffy

“She’s off on one of her daydreams again, thinking about the sex god of her idolatry,” grinned Xander.

“He didn’t show today Willow. I’m worried, what if something has happened to him?” asked Buffy.

“You were in LA all day yesterday right?” asked Willow.

“Yeah, but…”

“I’m sure you would have heard something by now, if there was a prob,” Willow assured her.

“I miss him…and the library’s all closed,” Buffy replied.

“That’s like a good thing. It gives me a perfect excuse to get my assignment in late,” said Xander gleefully.

“William wouldn’t just take a day off like that, he’s too dependable…”

“Aha, so his name is William…wouldn’t be the corpulent, but nerdy William Johnson in my science class would it?”

“Yes, that’s it Xander you have guessed her secret,” said Willow sarcastically.

“Look would you guys cover for me for the rest of the afternoon. Say I’ve gone to the nurse or something,” Buffy pleaded.

“And you are going to…?” asked Xander.

“Find William of course,” answered Buffy.

“Of course,” he replied dryly.

“Okay Buff, we’ll do it. Won’t we Xander?” said Willow, as she elbowed him in the ribs.

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Buffy hugged them both before leaving the lunch hall. Getting past security would be another thing. After several close scrapes, five minutes later she was outside the school. A few leaves were stuck to her sweater and she was sure her hair was all mussed up. She started to walk along the road, wanting to get some distance between herself and the school.

Buffy halted at the bus stop, grateful that one quick in coming along. She was going to head for William’s house. Her mother had the day off today, so home was not an option anyway.

Buffy stared out of the window of the bus. She was worried that something terrible had happened to him since Saturday. In the space of a week, he had become so vital to her that she couldn’t imagine life without him now.

The bus pulled up sharply to a set of traffic lights, jolting her out of her thoughts. She looked down to see a familiar rusty Citroen in the lane next to them. Her heart leapt into her throat as she saw William at the wheel. She tapped on the window, trying to get hisentiention, but he seemed preoccupied.

Then Buffy noticed the girl in the seat next to him. Her hand was resting possessively on his thigh. The scarlet nail polish gleamed like fresh blood in the sunlight. Buffy paled, trying not to think the worst. She would go to his house and ask him about the mystery girl who dared lay hands on her man.

The lights changed and William glanced up, noticing Buffy at last. She looked down at him, her expression one of shocked hurt. The bus moved off and the car stalled, stuck at the lights. The vehicle behind honked their horn impatiently. He started up the car with shaky hands and moved off. It was then that William noticed Drusilla’s hand on his thigh for the first time.

Oh God what Buffy must have thought? He groaned inwardly. He picked up Drusilla’s hand and placed it back on her own lap.

They arrived at his uncle’s house all too soon. Grace sniffed at the perfectly respectable house as she got out of the car.

“Rupert hasn’t done very well for himself has he? Ethan would be ashamed to see it. I am so glad I didn’t bring your father with us,” she said in disgust.

Giles came out of the house, with a pained smile on his face as he greeted his brother’s wife. She air kissed both of his cheeks as she had done with William earlier.

“Rupert, what an earth have you done to yourself?” she asked, taking in his crutches and leg cast.

“It’s a long story, why don’t I tell you it over a cup of tea?” he suggested.

“If you must…”

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William let his uncle lead his mother and cousin into the house while he went to park up the car. He let out a huge sigh of relief glad to be away from their cloying presence for five minutes. He walked around the back sat down on the porch steps, his elbows resting on his knees and his head in his hands. He hoped that his mother’s visit would be of short duration. It was not that he didn’t love her; he did…but just in small doses.

He looked up as a twig landed near his feet. William ed, ed, his face brightening as he saw Buffy peeking around the edge of the gate. He looked warily behind him to make sure there was no sign of his mother or cousin, before he ran over to Buffy and scooped her up in a tight embrace. William still had her in his arms as he turned the corner, and walked back out onto the sidewalk.

“Won’t your lady friend be wondering where you are?” asked Buffy, as he lowered her to her feet.

“I only have one lady friend…you. The person yaw iaw in the car with me was my cousin Drusilla and my mother was in the back seat,” William informed her.

“Sure you’re not kissing cousins?” she teased.

William pulled a face and shuddered involuntarily at the idea.

“Good cos if you ever…” Buffy trailed off.

“Ever what?” he asked challengingly.

Buffy cupped him through his pants and applied a gentle pressure on his genitals, leaving him in no doubt as to what she meant. He turned it around by pressing his stiffening cock into her hand.

Buffy rubbed his erection through the material.

“Lets get out of here and go somewhere a little more private,” he purred in her ear.

“What about your mother and cousin?” Buffy asked.

“They’re not invited,” he teased.

William got in the car and opened the passenger door for her to get in. She still stood there, and William sighed impatiently.

“Well are you coming?” he asked.

“No, but I soon will be,” she grinned as she got in, slamming the door behind her.

William started up the engine, and pulled out of the garage as fast as the Citroen could manage. The last thing he saw as he drove away was his mother’s outraged face.

He drove until they hit the woods. Finding a deserted road, he switched off engine and turned to look at Buffy.

“Now how about we finish what we started back at my uncles house?” he asked.

Buffy leaned over and rubbed her hand up his thigh until it rested on the waistband of his jeans.

“What do you want me to do Mr Giles,” she asked in a pouty voice.

“I want you to get it out and touch it,” he replied.

“Touch what?” she asked in mock innocence.

She could clearly see the out of of his growing cock as it caused the material tighten across it.

“My dick, Buffy,” he pleaded as his engorged sex begged for release.

Buffy looked up at him as she popped one button at a time, until the tip just poking over the edge. She took a fingertip and rolled it over the moist head, before freeing the rest of him. The cool air was soothing to the heat that was thrumming through him.

“God I’ve missed you, it’s been almost two days,” he panted

“I missed you too, I was scared shitless when you didn’t show up today,” she said casually as she gripped his cock in her hand and began to work her hand up and down it.

All logical thought was leaving him as she bent her head and licked at the head of his shaft.

“Buffy, I need you now…I don’t know how long I can hold out, been wanting this so long…” he growled.

“Hush baby, I’m not gonna let you cum just yet,” she grinned as she lowered her head again and engulfed his entire length with her mouth, almost gagging as it touched the back of her throat.

William stroked the softness of her hair, as it slightly tickled his stomach. He felt her cup his balls, testing them. It was taking all of his self-control, not to thrust up into her mouth, as his body so wanted him to do.

Unexpectedly, she raised her head and kissed him hard on the lips. He could taste his own saltiness on her tongue, as it invaded his mouth. He cupped one of her breasts through her sweater, before lifting it over her head. Buffy removed her bra in one swift movement; it fell to the floor of the car.

She awkwardly removed her panties, in the restricted confines of the front seat, but leaving her skirt on. Buffy straddled William in the drivers seat and pulled his own shirt over his head to reveal his wonderfully firm torso. Her breasts were in perfect range of his lips as he sucked a nipple into his mouth. His other hand strayed downwards and under her skirt. Buffy gasped as his questing fingers found her clit and rubbed it with his thumb. He was rewarded with a flood of moisture, which coated his fingers.

“You are so ready for me,” he said proudly, as he bent his head and ran his tongue round the areole of one pink tipped breast.

“Oh God, yes,” she cried out.

He took his shaft in one hand and teased her entrance with its tip; Buffy ground herself against it, trying to raise hersup. up. Then she winced in pain.

“What is it? Did I hurt you?” he asked in concern.

“No, it’s the shitty door handle of the car digging into my thigh,” she giggled.

William opened the door, and Buffy had to grip the seat to stop herself from falling out. The shift of position caused her to slide onto his cock.

“Sorry…” he apologised.

“For what?” she whimpered in satisfaction, as she felt herself being stretched and filled by him.

“Nothing…” he sighed in pleasure as her heat closed in around him.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk straight,” she whispered in his ear.

“We’ll see who won’t be able to walk straight,” he replied as he thrust up inside of her hard.

“Is that a challenge? She asked as she lifted herself and sank back down on his cock.

Buffy smirked with pleasure as she saw his eyes roll up in the back of his head. His hands snaked around the bare cheeks of her ass as he returned her thrusts as they battled against each other. The springs of the old car creaked in protest as it bounced up and down, in time to their movements.

“Gonna cum William,” she cried out as she threw her head back.

He increased the pace, wanting to come with her. Sweat trickled down his face and onto his chest at his exertions. William could feel her pussy begin to clamp around him.

“Buffy!” he shouted out, as he came with her, filling her with his seed.

William slowly brought them back down to earth, as he continued to thrust inside her gently. Buffy brought her head back and William was surprised to see tears in her eyes. He looked at her in concern as the tears fell.

“Buffy, what’s wrong…was it not good?” he asked.

“Good…” she echoed. “William it gets better and better with you every time. It’s so good it scares me, it just makes me more aware of what I could lose,”

“I am yours, heart and soul, there’s no way you will ever lose me,” he said firmly as he bent to kiss her tears away.

Buffy got off his lap and hunted around for her wayward items of clothing. William tucked him awa away and put his shirt back on, a little more creased than it had been earlier.

Buffy looked at her watch.

“Shit, you’d better be getting me home. Mom is going to freak. She always does if I am late,” said Buffy.

William started the car up and drove off. Buffy rested her head on his shoulder, a big smile on her face. He stopped at the corner of Buffy’s street and turned to face her.

He bent his head and kissed her lips. Buffy wound her arms around his neck and kissed him back, putting all her feelings for him into her kiss. They pulled apart reluctantly and looked at each other for several seconds.

Buffy quickly grabbed her bag and exited the car.

William grinned smugly as he watched her walk away, swaying slightly as she walked.

“Guess you were the one who got fucked so hard that they couldn’t walk straight,” he said quietly to himself.

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Joyce looked at the clock on the wall. Buffy was late. She had called the principle to check if Buffy had been kept behind for detention. Nothing would have surprised her these days. Joyce sighed, knowing there was little or no point in calling Willow for a truthful answer.

She went upstairs to use the bathroom and decided to get on with the laundry as it was starting to pile up. She collected her own from the hamper in her room and then she entered Buffy’s room. She gathered several items from the floor and added them to the pile. A stray t-shirt lay on Buffy’s desk, Joyce picked it up and it was then that she noticed the half open drawer. The word *diary* leapt out at her…Joyce looked up guiltily as she heard the front door slam.

In a sudden impulse, she took the diary from the draw, stuffed it into the bundle of dirty laundry, and made her way downstairs.

“Buffy, you’re home,” said Joyce trying to keep the guilty blush from her cheeks.

“Yeah, sorry I am late, but Cordelia called an emergency cheerleading practise,” Buffy lied.

“Oh, okay, as long as you are okay,” he mother replied.

“Couldn’t be better, great in fact. Going to take a long hot bath,” said Buffy as she ran past her mother and up the stairs.

“You do that dear, while I catch up with what’s really going on with you,” said Joyce quietly, as she walked to the kitchen and opened the door to the basement.

TBC