The Shy Librarian

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The Shy Librarian

Twenty-one year old William Giles stood at the entrance to Sunnydale high school, silently cursing the chain of events that had lead him to this building. He was supposed to be staying with his uncle Rupert for a few months as he was taking a year’s break from University in England. He had only been in Sunnydale for a couple of months. Why oh Why did his uncle have to fall off the ladder in the library two days ago and break his leg…William sighed.

Rupert had asked his nephew to fill in for the six weeks he would be laid up. William had tried to think of an excuse to get out of it, finding none he had agreed to take the job on a temporary basis for his uncle. Rupert had put William’s name forward to the principle and after a short interview, the principle had been satisfied with William’s credentials and fate had led him to this moment in time…

William was brought back to the present, blushing as a group of young girls passed him on the way to class, giggling as they went by. Suddenly the collar on his shirt felt too tight, he was sure they were laughing at him. He had never had much success with the opposite sex, often being too shy to mumble nothing more than a few words. It had earned him a reputation as an undateable geek in most girls’ eyes.

He sighed again, ran his hands through his short brown curls, and opened the door. He immediately collided with a small blonde object. He tucked his briefcase under his arm.

“Oof,” he groaned as the wind was knocked from him.

The object that he had run into grabbed at his shoulders to stop herself from falling, taking him by surprise and instead of stopping her fall, she pulled him over with her. His briefcase went flying onto the lawn, spewing papers everywhere. William looked down into the face of a young girl with wavy blonde hair and the prettiest green eyes he hver ver seen.

“Stare much, can you get off me? Anytime soon would be good,” said the girl with an arched eyebrow.

William continued to look at her.

Buffy sighed as she struggled to sit up. “Do you even speak English?” she asked hopefully.

William recovered himself wanting the ground to swallow him up as he realised that he was lying between her bare legs. The girl was wearing some kind of sports outfit, a cheerleaders garb by the look of her.

Buffy groaned inwardly as her nemesis Cordelia Chase decided to turn the corner at that moment. Things were decidedly getting worse by the second. A smug smile spread over Cordelia’s features as she surveyed the scene before her eyes.This was the last thing Buffy needed right now or ever for that matter!

“Buffy, getting it on with teachers now? And in public! Ew! No wonder Angel dumped you,” scorned Cordelia.

Buffy, so that was her name. Strange name he mused, belatedly struggling to his feet. His fingers accidentally brushed against the bare skin of her thigh as he struggled to stand. He snatched his hand away as if burned.

Buffy felt a tremor run through her at his accidental intimate touch on her flesh, she looked up at him in surprise.

“I’m n-not a teacher,” he stammered.

Cordelia eyed him, taking in his plain grey suit. Instantly dismissing him as beneath her attention she turned back to Buffy.

“You’re already late for cheerleading practice. Better haul ass unless you want to be dropped from the squad,” smirked Cordelia as she walked off.

“That bitch!” Buffy spat as soon as the girl was out of earshot.

William flinched at her curse.

“What’s the matter, don’t they use naughty words where you come from? What’s your name? I think an introduction is in order as you’ve already been between my legs,” she teased him unmercifully.

William held out a hand to help her up from the ground. He couldn’t help notice the slightly tanned length of her aforementioned legs as she brushed the dirt from them.

He coughed trying to clear his thoughts, “William Giles,” he replied.

“There that wasn’t too painful now was it? Sorry to hear about Mr Giles. What is he like your father or something?” she asked.

“Uncle… I am his replacement for the rest of the semester,”

“Cool, well nice talking to you, gotta run,” Buffy frowned as she saw he wasn’t even looking at her, but over her shoulder.

“Oh, no,” he exclaimed, rushing past her.

Buffy turned to see what had caught his attention. A breeze was blowing the papers out of his briefcase, and he got down on his hands and knees to scoop them up in vain. Several of them were already snagged in the branches of a nearby tree. Buffy glanced at her watch and the bent form of William, trying not to notice the shape of his ass as the material of his pants was pulled tightly across it.

What was the matter with her? Buffy asked herself angrily, she was acting like the prize hoe that Cordelia had implied she was. She joined him on the grass trying to help him catch the errant papers, stuffing a few back into the briefcase she rose to her feet. At least in this position she couldn’t gawp at his nicely formed rear she reasoned.

“I really do have to go now. It’s been great William…oops Mr Giles,” she grinned as she ran off.

William looked up from his task, firmly shutting the case. He watched her retreating form as she entered the high school. He shook himself mentally for behaving like a lovesick teenager as he stared after her. He had felt her heat as he had lain between her legs. It had taken all of his self-control not to react to her warm body. Just thinking about her got him hard. He looked down at the material of his pants tenting out. He blushed fiery red and hastily covered himself with his briefcase.

Counting slowly to ten, he regained control of his body, entering the building and making his way to the library.

“I wonder who Angel is?” thought William to himself as he walked down the school hall.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Buffy breathlessly entered the girls changing room. Most of the girls were ready to leave for the sports field. Harmony looked up at Buffy as she tied the laces to her training shoes.

“So nice you could join us Buffy, Cordelia said you might be otherwise occupied,” sniggered Harmony.

Buffy sighed, wondering why she had ever wanted to be a cheerleader in the first place. Thinking about it now, she never really had… Angel had encouraged her to go for the tryouts. He was the quarterback for the school football team and had told her that it was almost expected of him to be dating a cheerleader. That had been almost two years ago, she was 18 now and had been for two whole days and in her last few weeks at high school.

Maybe it was time she started making her own decisions…

She ignored the jibes and looks from her fellow students putting down her sports bag, she followed them out onto the field. Her reputation had taken a serious nosedive ever since the ‘Angel incident’ in the boys’ locker room just a little over a month ago.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

William had been safely installed in the library after talking to the principle. He had managed to sort his uncle’s notes on how to run the library into some semblance of order before seating himself at his desk. It was so quiet that he could hear the ticking of the clock on the wall. Obviously, the students at this school only entered the library upon fear of death or detention.

William got up out of his seat and decided to explore his new workplace. Maybe there would be some book to hold his interest until lunch. He idly glanced at the shelves, distracted by what sounded like shouting coming from outside. He walked over to the window, pulling back into the shadows as he saw the girl he had hardly been able to banish from his mind all morning.

She was doing the routine with the other girls, but he only seemed to notice her as her hips swayed and she clapped her hands. Against his will, he felt his body hardening again at the sight of her.

Buffy looked towards his window at that moment. He shied away wondering if it had been coincidence or if she had seen him watching her. He missed the little smile that played about her lips as she turned her attention back to the routine.

William groaned, ever since beginning the new job he had almost been in a constant state of arousal. He entered his private washroom and locked the door behind him, determined to relieve himself of the uncomfortable itch in his pants as it showed no signs of going away by it’s self.

He unzipped his pants and took his semi-hardened cock into his hands, grasping the thick shaft in his left hand. He slowly started to stroke it up and down, pulling back on the foreskin to expose the large shiny head. It grew in his hand as he worked it faster and faster. He had to place one hand on the door of the stall to steady him, the breath hissing between his teeth.

A drop of pre-cum splashed onto the black toilet seat.

“Buffy,” he groaned as he imagined kissing those soft thighs that he had earlier lain between.

William’s hips bucked forward as he neared his release, wondering how it would feel to shoot his load deep into her hot wet pussy. That final thought took him over the edge as his balls tightened. In a groan he began to spurt, huge white wads of cum all over the cubicle wall repeatedly, totally missing the toilet bowl.

He sagged against the stall door. His cock was already starting to go limp as he tucked it back into his pants and zipped it up. William’s breathing slowly returned to normal, almost horrified at his actions. He had been here all of an hour and he had already jerked off all over his uncle’s washroom and all of it over a girl who would never even look at him twice.

As he wiped away the mess, he determinedly made up his mind that this was going to be the end of his pointless infatuation with Buffy.

TBC