The Shy Librarian

Chapter 16

The alarm sounded on the bedside table, Buffy was already half awake when it begun to buzz at her. She switched it off and quickly changed out of her nightshirt and dressed herself.

After checking reflection in the mirror, she cautiously opened the bedroom window and climbed out onto the ledge. Her foot slipped and a tile fell to the ground, smashing into a thousand pieces.

“Fuck it! Why don’t I just ask a band to serenade me while I make a silent exit,” Buffy muttered to herself as she climbed down the drainpipe and dropped to the ground. She hid in the shadows, waiting to see if her mom had heard her.

After a couple of minutes, Buffy began to breathe more easily, unaware that her mother was watching her from her bedroom window. Joyce had heard the crash and had come running to her daughter’s bedroom only to find the bed stuffed with soft toys and the bedroom window ajar. From her vantage point, she watched her daughter quietly creep across the lawn.

After that, Joyce had wasted no time in running downstairs. She grabbed her coat and walked off in the direction her daughter had taken. She concealed herself behind a bush and watched Buffy, as she stood on the corner waiting for someone…someone who could only be Mr Giles.

Joyce had just about made her mind up to go confront Buffy about what she was doing out here, and at this time of night. She moved forward, stopping in her tracks as a car drew up at the side of the road. She instantly recognised it as belonging to Mr Giles. The eccentric Englishman was well known around the town. Here was proof positive. There was no room for doubt now that Buffy’s lover was none other than Mr Giles.

Joyce stood immobilised as she read the excitement in Buffy’s movements. Watching as the passenger door swung open and her daughter got in.

“I’ve missed you so much, hope you’ve got something big and hard for me,” Buffy said as she closed the door and the car drove off into the night.

Joyce would have gotten her own car out to follow them, if she didn’t know that it would be pointless in doing so. They would be long gone before she had even fired up the ignition.

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“I’ve missed you so much, hope you’ve got something big and hard for me,” grinned Buffy as she slammed the car door shut and they drove off.

William smiled back at her, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“God, you are the only thing that makes sense sometimes,” he said passionately.

“What’s wrong? Has mommie dearest been giving you a hard time?” asked Buffy in concern.

“That among other things…I don’t want to talk about it now. I just want to think about you and me and tell the rest of the world to go fuck it’s self,” he sighed.

“Poor baby, Buffy will make it all better,” she smiled as she leaned over in a quick kiss.

“I love you. Just being with you makes it all better,” he replied.

“I love you too William. Where are we headed by the way?” she asked.

“You’ll see. I promised you a bed and you are going to get one,” he answered.

“As long as you are there, I don’t care where we go,” said Buffy.

William pulled turned off the next road and drove into a parking lot.

“Good, because all I could come up with on such short notice was the holiday inn,” he answered apologetically.

He switched off the engine and turned to look at Buffy.

“I didn’t know that Holiday Inn rented rooms by the hour,” she giggled.

“They don’t, and what I want to do to will take much longer than an hour,” he replied as he bent his head to kiss her lips.

“Good,” she replied as she disentangled herself form his embrace. “Times a wasting,”

Buffy waited while William locked up the car and they walked hand in hand to the reception.

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“Well I’m gonna get a shower, you coming?” asked Buffy.

William grinned and started throwing off his clothes, in a matter of moments he was naked. Wearing nothing, but his sexy smirk he looked at her expectantly.

“Damn William, keep doing that and we’ll never make it any where near a bed. I wanna jump those well formed bones right where you stand,” said Buffy, as she deliberately began to remove her own clothing, but with less haste.

She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and threw it on the floor, followed by her pants. She stood there in red underwear, which she had carefully chosen for their date. Buffy smiled in satisfaction as she noticed his cock twitching and growing right before her eyes.

She cupped one of her breasts in its red satin.

“Like what you see?” she asked as she undid her bra and threw it at him.

He walked towards her, tempted beyond endurance by her naked breasts. William bent his head and kissed her on the lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth while his hand rested on her breast. He rubbed the nipple with his thumb and finger, teasing it to hardness. William broke the kiss as he licked along her neck until he came to her breast and drew the swollen peak into his mouth.

“Oh-y-esss,” she groaned, as he licked and sucked at the sensitive flesh.

He pushed her back onto the bed.

“Guess the shower can wait after all,” she breathed.

“Waste of time anyway. I intend on getting you very hot and very dirty,” he grinned wolfishly.

He curled his fingers around the edge of her panties, noticing the growing patch of moisture on the front of them. He pulled them down her tanned thighs, breathing in their scent before throwing them to the floor. William parted her legs. He saw the telltale beads of moisture that already clung to the short brown curls at the apex of her thighs. He slipped a finger inside, seeking her clit. It was stiff, almost like a little erection of her own. Buffy’s head arched off the bed as he rubbed it slowly and torturously. She was so wet and ready for him, his heart almost seemed to swell within his chest at the idea of him could bring her to this.

“You like that?” he stated rather than asked.

Buffy swallowed hard, only able to nod.

“You want me to put my tongue there…and taste you?”

William smiled as he felt new wetness coat his fingers.

“I’ll take that as a yes then,”

Buffy looked on, as his dark head lowered between her thighs. He glanced up at her as his amazingly long tongue licked at her clit, glancing at her face as he teased it, he slipped two fingers inside her. She felt so hot and tight. Her inner walls gripped his fingers as they slowly pumped her. William replaced his fingers with his tongue. All she could do was whimper out her need for him.

Buffy rested her hands on his head, trying to resist the urge to push his head down further. She couldn’t stop her hips from bucking on the bed as his tongue explored her and his thumb continued to rub at her clit.

She stroked his hair, as he speeded up his attentions.

“Oh fuck…William,” her hands left his hair and she gripped the bed sheets for support.

He cupped her bottom, to allow his tongue to penetrate her even deeper. Buffy prayed for release, feeling a slight faintness at the pleasure he was giving her. Relief along with other things flooded her body as she came with William’s tongue buried inside her. He licked at her juices as they spilled into his mouth. The room was filled with both their laboured breathing. William became aware of the aching hardness of his erection. It had taken all of his willpower not to come from the sight of Buffy wrapped in the throes in her own ecstasy.

He crawled up the bed to lie next to her. Buffy hooked a leg over his hip and a hand travelled down his body to wrap her fingers around his throbbing cock.

“We need to take care of that,” she smiled at him.

She gripped him gently pulling back the foreskin to expose the head of his cock. There was already a plentiful amount of pre-cum coating it.

“Ahhh, Buffy that feels so good,” he moaned, thrusting into her hand.

“If that feels good, imagine what my mouth will feel like on it,” she breathed, she removed her leg from him and slid down the bed and looked up at him as she licked at the slit before engulfing him almost to the base.

It was his turn to writhe in an agony of pleasure as she licked up and down his length, gently massaging his balls at the same time. She could feel them tightening as she worked him harder and faster.

“Buffy…I don’t know…how…long I am going…to…las…” He was unable to finish his sentence as his orgasm shuddered through his body.

Buffy swallowed the warm deluge that flooded her mouth as he cried out his release.

“Love you Buffy,” he panted, slowly coming down from his sexual high.

Buffy wiped her mouth and got up from the bed.

“How about that shower?” she asked.

“Make it a bath, not sure I could stand right now,” he sighed in exhaustion, wanting nothing more than to close his eyes and go to sleep.

“Mr Giles,” she teased “You bring me here, and technically you haven’t had your wicked way with me yet and you’re ready for sleep? Shame on you…guess I will just have to find someone with more staying power,”

Her words had the desired effect, he shot off the bed and scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bathroom. Putting her down on the edge of the bath, he leaned over to turn on the shower. He picked Buffy up and placed her in the tub. She squealed at the coldness of the water.

“William! You could have let it heat up a bit,” she shivered.

“Maybe a cold shower is what you need,” he grinned as he watched her in the water’s flow.

He reached behind her for some shower gel, squeezing some onto his hands. He placed his long fingers on her breasts and began to rub them. She could feel herself quickly becoming aroused again at his touch. His hands travelled down her body and dipped between her legs as he washed her all over.

“Just what do you think you are doing…besides the obvious,” she breathed.

“Why, Miss Summers, I am getting you all clean just so I can dirty you up again,” he growled in her ear.

Buffy glanced down at his cock; it was already resting against his belly. He discarded the shower gel and lowered his head, kissing her lips with a drugging kiss. He picked her up and leaned her against the tiled wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist and looked into his eyes. She could feel the tip of his cock begging entrance to her body, his eyes never leaving her for a second as he thrust into her.

“Mine,” he growled.

“Always,” she moaned in reply.

He rained kisses on her throat as he proceeded to pound into her. He licked and sucked at her neck. Buffy smiled knowing there would be fresh marks to show their want for each other. Their coupling was swift and hard, their cries filling the bathroom. As Buffy felt his hot seed flood her body, she let a tear slide down her face. Her sudden sadness came upon her as she realised that shy young boy that she had first met was truly gone…he had become a man in the real sense, in her arms as she had become a woman in his.

“Love you so much,” she sighed as her tears mingled with the jet of the shower.

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It was 4am. William was fast asleep, while Buffy rested her head on his chest. She traced patterns on the bare flesh of his stomach. She knew they should make a move, but she was just so tired, in a sated kind of way. She closed her eyes for what seemed like just a second…the next thing she knew there was brilliant sunshine outside, streaming through the gaps in the drapes.

“Oh, no,”

William sat up with a start.

“What is it?” he asked, disorientated for a moment.

“It’s morning, in the real sense of the word,” said Buffy as she got up off the bed and began to dress herself.

William glanced at his watch, the only thing he was still wearing.

“Oh, Bugger,” he uttered in blind panic.

They both exited the hotel room in record speed. William shakily started up the car and they were on their way.

“Mom probably has half of the California police force out looking for me right now,” said Buffy.

“Really?” asked William in alarm.

“No, but I am bound to get a full interrogation when I get back. I just hope she isn’t up yet,”

They were mostly silent for the journey, both preoccupied with their own thoughts. William slowed the car down to a stop, just before her street. She leaned over and kissed him hard on the lips. It left them both wanting more, but time and circumstance was not on their side.

“I hate this…the saying goodbye part,” sighed Buffy.

“One day Buffy, we will never have to part again,” he assured her, stroking the side of her face tenderly.

“See you at school,” she smiled sadly at him as she got out of the car.

He grabbed her hand, clasping it once more, before shutting the door and driving away. Buffy watched him until he turned the corner, knowing that he would be watching her in his driving mirror, then she ran the rest of the way home.

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Buffy knew her luck was out when she smelt the smell of fresh pancakes cooking in the kitchen. She crept across the hall only to be intercepted by her mother.

“Buffy, honey you’re up awful early,” said her mother sweetly.

“Oh-yeah-I went out for an early morning run. Have to keep fit for the cheerleading squad,” Buffy lied, with a bright smile on her face.

Joyce looked at Buffy’s outfit doubtfully.

“That seems awfully impractical for a for a run darling,”

“Yeah, er there was nothing else clean…which reminds me I need to get a shower before school,” said Buffy as she ran off up the stairs.

“That’s it dear you go wash off your lover’s touch while I go phone the Principle,” said Joyce quietly, only her tightly curled fists showing any outwards signs of her inner rage.

TBC