The Shy Librarian

Chapter 15

Buffy lay back in the rich scented bubbles, soaking away the aches and pains of her body. There was a pleasurable ache between her thighs that the water could not rinse away. She smiled as she remembered the feel of William inside her. It was their own little piece of paradise when they were together. For a little while nothing else mattered in the world, but the way they felt as they were joined together.

Even now, her body longed for him…Buffy felt so lucky to have found him. Sometimes people searched a whole lifetime and didn’t find what they had. The lovemaking just got better and better every time. It also made her miss William that little bit more…if that were at all possible she mused. Yes, she giggled to herself…William really was God’s gift to women, well this particular woman she thought possessively.

His cousin Drusilla had better keep her hands to herself in future, frowned Buffy. She continued to wash herself, before getting out of the bath and wrapping a huge fluffy white towel around her body. She was in still the golden after glow of their passion, a dreamy smile spread across her face as she relived their encounter again in her head.

Buffy went to her bedroom and sat at her dressing table, staring at her reflection. The glint of the silver necklace that he had given her a few days ago twinkled at her. She touched it; it was the most valued gift that anyone had ever given her. She sighed contentedly, reaching for her hairdryer and switching it on…

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Joyce had just loaded the machine and had sat down in the old green armchair in the corner. She stared at the clothes as they went around in the washer. Clasped in her hand was the stolen diary. Joyce kept glancing it, torn as to whether she should just put it back where she had found it or find out what was troubling Buffy. Her daughter had not really been herself for the last few weeks…ever since she had split up with Angel. It was just another thing that Buffy hadn’t wanted to talk about at the time.

They had shared a good mother/daughter relationship up until recently. She had never had reason to mistrust her daughter before, but it seemed that Buffy no longer trusted her. It was obvious that something was upsetting her. Joyce sighed as concern for her daughter won out and she opened the diary to the most recent entries…

Joyce started to read, stunned beyond words as she read the real reason for Buffy and Angel’s break up. A tear slid down her face as she continued to read of Buffy’s feelings of hurt and betrayal. She would never have guessed that Buffy’s former was same sex orientated.

“Oh Buffy, why didn’t you tell me?” asked Joyce aloud to the empty room.

She turned the next page. It was dated only a few days ago. All thoughts of Angel’s duplicity fled from her mind as she tried to not feel shaken as Buffy poured out the happiness she felt, that she had met someone new.


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


Joyce frowned…Mr Giles…a shocked gasp escaped her lips as the diary fell to the floor. She quickly retrieved it, reading the name again; just to make sure she had not been mista She She forced herself to continue and read on….


There are only a few years in our ages, but I think that just makes it better.

Joyce stifled a sob, biting into her lip and tasting blood.

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

“I am going to kill him…he’s old enough to be her father. He’s taken advantage of my baby!” Joyce cried as the tears fell, reading the rest of the half finished entry.


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 no more, it ended and there had been nothing since. Joyce got up slowly from her chair and wiped away the tears. She had always thought Mr Giles a kindly, rather vague, but intelligent man. How many others had he used? After all the school was full of young girls…Joyce knew she had to get herself under control, not really sure just what she was going to with the new information. Her first instinct was to go round to Mr Giles’s home and punch him in the face for seducing her daughter…

“Mom?” called a voice from the top of the basement stairs.

Joyce started guiltily at her daughters voice, she quickly concealed the diary beneath some clothes and pasted on a bright smile as Buffy came down the stairs.

“What is it Buffy?” asked her mother, her voice sounded strange, unlike her own.

Buffy frowned.

“Something wrong?” she asked.

Joyce took a deep breath.

“Of course not, why would anything be wrong?”

“I dunno, you’re acting all funny,” Buffy replied.

Joyce faked a yawn.

“Long day, I am just a little tired that’s all,” lied her mother.

Buffy stretched her exhausted limbs.

“I know what you mean…I got a real workout at cheerleading practise today,” said Buffy innocently.

Joyce flushed angrily. Almost sure, she had been with Mr Giles.

“You look kinda glowing mom. Are you sure you are okay?” asked Buffy in concern.

“Y-yes, it gets hot down here what with the drier running…let’s go upstairs and I can make a start on dinner,” said her mother quickly.

Joyce led her daughter upstairs, knowing there was little she could do today. It was nearly six. Most of the teaching staff would have gone home at this hour, but there was always tomorrow.

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William had crept back into his uncle’s house by the back door, praying his mother would not pick up on his return. It was a false hope soon crushed, by her arrival in the kitchen.

“Where on earth have you been William?”

*Being laid by the woman, I love* William screamed inside his head.

He could imagine his mother’s reaction to that statement. He was almost tempted to say it, just to wring a genuine emotion out of his cold excuse for a mother.

“Oh, I was parking up the car and noticed we were running low on petrol,” said William.

“The way you drove out of here, one would imagine there was a world shortage,” said Grace, unconvinced.

“Ah…yes, that was so I could hurry back to you and Drusilla all the sooner,” William replied.

Grace looked at her watch doubtfully.

“Well, you are here now I suppose…your cousin is waiting for you in the other room,” said his mother pointedly.

“Oh, joy,” muttered William sarcastically under his breath.

“What was that?” she asked sharply.

“Good, I said good,” sighed William.

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Buffy sat eating her dinner with enthusiasm. Her passionate lovemaking with William had given her quite the appetite. Joyce on the other hand was staring at her plate as if it was poison.

She had managed to force a few forkfuls past her lips just to avoid arousing any suspicion. Every time she looked at Buffy, all she could see in her head was a picture of her and Mr Giles together. The imagery of the librarian pawing at her daughter made her almost want to be physically sick. He must be the same age as herself at least. Never would she have imagined a desire for young girls lurking underneath that well-mannered exterior.

As Joyce looked at Buffy, Buffy looked up at her mother. She was surprised to see such a look of concern and something else she couldn’t quite make sense of on her mother’s face.

“Mom are you okay?” asked Buffy.

Joyce gritted her teeth against the angry words that wanted to spill from her lips. She wanted to shake some sense into her daughter. Maybe if she and Hank had stayed together, Buffy wouldn’t have gone looking for closeness from a father figure, who had obviously taken it one step further and abused that trust. Maybe this was all her fault? She reasoned. Anything was better than imagining that she enjoyed the touch of a man old enough to be her father.

“I’m fine Buffy, just a little tired,”

“Are you sure? You’ve been acting weird ever since down in the basement,”

“I told you I am FINE!” snapped Joyce.

Buffy looked at her mother open mouthed. Joyce got up from the table, taking her plate with her.


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She left Buffy at the table and returned to the basement to pick up the basket of clean laundry, the stolen diary hidden safely inside some folded sheets.

She glanced into the dining room, before she went upstairs. Buffy had her back to her and was using the phone, talking into the receiver in hushed tones.

Buffy turned around while still talking. She started when she saw her mother standing there.

“Oh, better go now Willow, talk later?” asked Buffy loudly.

She replaced the handset and smiled at her mom.

“That was Willow,” she said unnecessarily.

“I’m sure it was honey,” smiled Joyce sweetly, before continuing upstairs.

Joyce’s first stop was Buffy’s bedroom. She was eager to replace her daughter’s diary before she noticed its absence. She opened the drawer and quickly shoved the diary into it. In her rush, she didn’t quite shut the drawer. Joyce finished putting Buffy’s clothes away in her closet and hastily left the room, almost ploughing into her daughter.

“Buffy, didn’t see you there,” said Joyce.

“Obvious much by the way you almost sent me flying,” said Buffy.

Joyce looked at her daughter.

“Buffy, I’m sorry about earlier,” said her mom.

“No big, I am gonna get an early night,” sighed Buffy.

Joyce put down the laundry and put her arms around Buffy. Buffy was a little taken aback by the suddenness of the gesture, but hugged her mother back.

“Buffy?”

“Yeah?”

“If there was anything wrong, anything at all and you thought I could help, then you would tell me wouldn’t you?” asked Joyce.

Buffy frowned at pulled away from her mother.

“What’s brought all this on? I am fine mom, couldn’t be happier,” Buffy grinned back at her.

Joyce hugged her again.

“Mom, enough with the hugging already, I can’t breathe,” Buffy joked.

Joyce pulled away from her and quickly left the room, taking the remainder of the laundry with her.

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Buffy was still staring at her door several moments later. Something was up with her mom, she was sure of it. Buffy walked over to her dressing table and sat down. She smiled as she noticed a faint bruising at the base of her neck. Buffy touched it, remembering when William had given it to her earlier that day.

He had a habit of giving her love bites at the point of his release. Not that she was complaining in anyway. She was sure that she had left a few marks on him in her moments of passion…the way her nails raked down his back as he pounded into her with his thick hard cock.

Buffy looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes were bright and her breathing shallow. She squirmed on the stool as she felt the wetness between her legs. She wanted him even now. Good thing she was meeting him later, she smiled…otherwise she would have taken care of herself right now, but she wanted to save it all for William.

Buffy had been talking to William on the phone, when her mother had walked in on her earlier. He had seemed as eager as she for their secret meeting. She felt a little twinge of guilt for using her best friend again as a cover, but she was sure that Willow would understand.

She glanced down, noticing that her drawer was slightly open. All thoughts of William were pushed to the back of her mind, as the glint of the gold lettering on the front of her diary caught her eye. She didn’t remember leaving it like that…could her mother have read it? Buffy quickly dismissed it from her mind as she took it from the drawer, deciding to update it.

After Buffy had poured all her love for William onto it is pages, she concealed it in her closet, just in case curiosity killed the cat. Buffy set the alarm on her bedside clock on quiet, for 1am, and settled down on the bed, determined to rest. *A girl had to keep her strength up* she grinned as she closed her eyes.

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William was half way to ing ing asleep on his bed. He had lied that he had needed an early night, just to escape the presence of his Mother and a cousin that could not seem to keep her hands to herself.

His mother had not helped matters by sighing wistfully about young love every few minutes. Grace had been totally oblivious the way William had been slowly edging away from Drusilla on the sofa, until he had run out of space to retreat from her exploring hands.

His exertions with Buffy had been more exhausting than he had realised, but he smiled dreamily to himself at the promise of what he knew would come later that night. He closed his eyes and had drifted off for just a moment.

He didn’t know how long he had slept for, but he awoke with a start. Something alerted him to the fact that he was no longer alone, and the other person who was in the room was unbuttoning his fly. Still in a state of shock, in the dimness of the room, he was temporarily immobilised. When a hand reached inside his pants to touch his naked cock, he reared back so violently that he fell off the bed and onto the floor with a loud thump. Holding the sides of his pants together, he fumbled around for the bedside lamp and switched it on.

He sat there looking at Drusilla, crouched on his bed. Her eyes were dark and glittering in the soft glow of the room. She was wearing nothing, but an almost transparent negligee. He could see every line and curve of her body, but it left him cold.

“Won’t little William come out to play?” she pouted.

“No he bleedin’ won’t,” snapped William, as he quickly buttoned himself back up again.

Drusilla lunged at him, but William managed to sidestep her and he fled the room. He ran downstairs and grabbed his uncle’r ker keys from the hall table. There was at least another hour before he was supposed to collect Buffy, but a late night drive was better than being molested by his cousin. As he made his escape, he wondered what got Drusilla hotter…the idea of being the next Mrs Giles or all his money that he was just a couple of weeks away from inheriting.

TBC

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