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Librarians Don’t Get Married

By AP Miller

Chapter 1

They used to say that Librarians never marry. Librarian used to be a job solely for women who could never or would never attract a man.

The Plain Jane’s, the frumpy girls who mature into nasty old shrews because the boys accept as truth the axiom that big tits and a pretty face are the hallmarks of a woman who will be a slut in bed and a demure and chaste woman of virtue everywhere else.

Axioms can be so stupid.

Miss Weiss had barely any curves to her at all. She didn’t even bother with a bra, she would never have to worry about sagging breasts. Her hair was mousy brown and kept in a tight bun, a braid or similar professional style devoid of standard allure. Her face was always free of makeup and her complexion was clean from regular applications of soapy water and nothing else while her lips had a natural pink color kept smooth by the occasional lip balm. Over this, reading glasses with a chain, provided ornamentation of a sort. Her outfits were always conservative. Blouses buttoned up to the throat, skirts never above the knee, no jewelry visible to a casual onlooker. Not much to look at, right?

Appearances can be deceiving.

Those blouses were silk and satin over a bare chest, the nipples in a permanent state of erection from the friction with the delicious material sliding against her flesh. The skirts hugged a tight little ass that positively begged to be roughly groped. At the ankle, where no one bothered to look, she wore an ankle bracelet, screaming her status to those who understood its significance.

Miss Weiss was a study in morality to the little town where she worked, quiet, polite, sensible.

The church matron’s considered Heidi one of their own, telling her all the sinful and nasty gossip of the day as she made clucking noises at the appropriate times. School children knew her as the nice librarian lady who always helped them find the really good books to read. As they matured, she became the friendly older person to whom they could come to with their problems. The sweet old maid who kept fresh baked cookies on her desk while she helped them with the problems that teenagers find so traumatic. Once they grew up, some of them saw a different side to her.

Miss Weiss was in the middle of another gossip session with Miss Grundy, the worst of the church matrons. Grundy’s hair was beginning to gray, her entire body a studied contrast to Miss Weiss while Heidi’s body seemed so… relaxed, so at ease and comfortable. Miss Grundy seemed to be tense even when lying in bed. Her mouth was constantly frowning, her face beginning to show the wrinkles formed by a lifetime of bad character, of a life spent dwelling on unhappiness and mean spiritedness.

“And then he just ripped the cup off that suit of hers!” Miss Grundy muttered. “Everyone could see her nipple! Children were watching!”

“Tsk,” Miss Weiss clucked, while wondering what sort of parent would have failed to change the channel when Ms. Jackson first came on stage in a BDSM outfit and started dancing erotically.

“We need to do something!” Miss Grundy snorted. “They should pass a law!”

“Mmmmm,” Miss Weiss hummed encouragingly. Miss Grundy continued to rant about the sinfulness of popular culture, while Heidi continued to file away the books in her cart.

Then she noticed someone coming out of the corner of her eye. “Oh look, Miss Grundy, it’s Jason Johnson.” Miss Grundy noticed the handsome youth approaching, and sniffed, “If you’ll excuse me, dear.”

“Of course, Heidi,” Miss Grundy nodded. “I have things to do myself.” So she moved off in search of something to condemn.

Heidi smiled at Jason as he approached, “Hello, Jason, how does it feel to be 18?”

Jason grinned and blushed. “Fine, Miss Weiss.

Um… can I talk to you in private?”

Miss Weiss nodded while she took his hand.

“Of course you can, Jason. You know that.” She led him to her private office, where the plate of fresh cookies lay on her desk, next to neat stacks of new books yet to be entered into the records before being stacked on the shelves. “Would you like a cookie, Jason?”

Jason laughed softly and shook his head. “No thanks, Miss Weiss. I’m getting too old for cookies.”

Miss Weiss cocked a grin of her own. “In that case, Jason, you’re too old to be calling me Miss Weiss. I’m Heidi, now.” She picked up a cookie, then took a bite. “You’re never too old for something sweet, Jason.” She held it up to his mouth. “Say ah.”

“Miss Weiss…”

“Heidi.”

“M-Heidi… I…” Heidi popped the cookie into his mouth as he instinctively bit down to take a bite.

Heidi smiled and popped the rest into her mouth, chewing contentedly.

“See? You’ll never be too old for my cookies, Jason.” Heidi kissed him lightly on the lips, making him rear back in surprise. “Now, then,” Heidi continued to keep her hands on his

shoulders, “tell me what’s wrong?” Jason blushed furiously. “It’s…it’s about Anne

Marie.” Heidi stroked his cheek as she waited expectantly. “We…we had a date last night… and…”

“It’s ok, Jason, you can tell me.” She smiled reassuringly. Jason grinned in turn, knowing he could always trust Heidi, no matter what the problem was.

“Well…we had…sex.”

“Oh?” Heidi cupped both his cheeks in her hands, and made him look into her eyes.

“I guess I kind of expected her to be…I mean I thought we’d get married…we’d wait until then.”

Heidi’s smile became amused. “She wasn’t even a virgin…and the way she…”

“There’s nothing to be upset about, Jason,” she brought his face to hers, and kissed him slowly.

“You see…Anne Marie slept with you…because I told her to.”

“Wha...what?” Jason started to recoil, but Heidi held him there, immobilized by her gentle touch and the loving look in her eyes. “Why…I…I don’t understand…”

“Anne Marie belongs to a very special club, Jason,” Heidi explained, as she continued to gaze

upon him with her caring expression. “We’ve decided to invite you to join. Anne Marie was just following instructions, giving you a first lesson in how to make love properly.”

“But…” Jason’s innocent young face twisted with confusion. “I thought…isn’t chastity…”

“Jason.” Heidi silenced him with his own name.

“Chastity is an unrealistic expectation. Most of those young adults who take those pledges to remain chaste break them. And they become even more likely to get an infection, because their education was so pathetic.” She paused to kiss him once more. Now, this time, he responded just a little.

“But we were told about the risks…” he started to object. Heidi kissed him again to shut him up.

“Don’t interrupt, Jason. Just being alive is risky, you know.” Without him realizing it, his hands had found their way to Heidi’s back. “We can’t live forever just by avoiding risk. But we can take steps to moderate our risk, and still enjoy ourselves. You can join our club, and make love to many beautiful women, as long as you follow the rules.”

“What are the rules?” Jason asked, his face beginning to assume an almost worshipful expression.

“First, and foremost, there will be no sex with anyone, outside the club. This is non-negotiable. If you want to invite someone to join, we’ll decide whether to approve the invitation or not. But you may not have sex with anyone who is not a member.”

“But…I wanted to…to get married…”

“And you WILL.” Heidi kissed him more deeply, when she parted, his strong arms were holding her close. “Anne Marie wants to marry you, too. You can marry her and live a long and happy life with her. You can make sure that you are the only one to father her children, if you want. The others will respect that. But there’s no reason you can’t share each other with the rest of us.” She bent her head to nuzzle his throat.

“How…how can I be sure I’m the father?”

“Silly.” Heidi gently sucked the skin of his neck. “When you two decide to have kids, you’ll be the only one to have her. And we’ll take steps to make sure she conceives also.” She gently nibbled on his ear then whispered, “Doc Brown is also a member.”

“…Okay.” Jason twisted his head to kiss her again, then paused. “How will I know who is a member?”

“All the women in our club will have an ankle bracelet, with our insignia.” She gently pulled away, and as Jason gaped in astonishment, she lifted her leg up and placed her foot on his chest, balancing easily on her other foot. “See the little smiley face?”

Jason could not help himself, he giggled. It looked so silly…

“See? There are lots of sluts out there who wear ankle bracelets. But only a girl with the intelligence and humor to match her lust could wear something like this. You won’t be asked to lay so much as a finger on anyone you don’t already like, as a person.”

“What about the men?”

“They’ll be wearing these.” As her leg continued to rest on his chest, she picked up a wrist bracelet from the desk. As she snapped it in place, he saw the matching smiley face. “Anyone you see wearing one of these is one of us. You can trust them with anything…which leads us to the other rule.”

“What’s that?” Jason held her hands with his own, not wanting her to remove them. She looked so…amazing, with her leg on his chest, and her hands on his, yet with her face completely calm and serene.

“You must never reveal our secret to an outsider. You know why.” Jason nodded. Miss

Grundy and her ilk. “Any man you meet wearing one of these will trust you with his reputation and honor. Don’t abuse that.”

Jason responded by kissing her ankle, just beneath the bracelet.

“Such a good boy,” Heidi smiled. “You always were a good boy, Jason. And you’re going to make a wonderful husband for Anne Marie.” She sighed contentedly. “Now lay me down on the floor, dear.”

Jason gently lowered her to the floor, before releasing her hands to hold her face. She smiled the instant before he kissed her, and their tongues began to play with each other. Heidi moaned contentedly, as Jason demonstrated the skills that Anne Marie had forced him to practice, through long hours of making out in the movie theater.

When they parted, Heidi sighed, “Whew! Anne Marie was a VERY good teacher.”

“Let me show you what else she taught me,” Jason grinned. Heidi giggled softly, arching her back in invitation.

Jason began to softly unbutton her silk blouse, continuing to kiss her, his forcefulness gradually increased with each kiss. When her flat chest was bare, he smiled down at the sight as a less mature man might smile upon a set of implants. Heidi held the back of his head as he began to suckle on her nipples, his tongue circling the sensitive aureole. “Oh, Jason…” Heidi moaned softly, lovingly. Jason hummed in contentment at the endearment.

His hands continued to remove her blouse and jacket until the silky smooth skin of her upper body was completely exposed. Heidi began to tug at his T-shirt, gradually raising it up until he was forced to halt his ministrations while she pulled it off his head and arms. “Mmm…” Heidi smiled at the sight of his muscular body. Jason promptly returned to his adoration of her soft and fragrantly scented skin. “Ummm…” Heidi moaned, running her hands along his strong back tenderly.