The Librarian
Copyright© 2026 by DangerMouse
Chapter 5: Rear Window
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5: Rear Window - The life and times of a male librarian who's attempts to be helpful (without any concern for personal reward) quickly spiral out of his control. This is an edited version of a story I posted about 20 years ago that has somehow disappeared from the site.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Workplace Cheating Incest Mother Father Daughter Group Sex Anal Sex Double Penetration First Oral Sex Pregnancy Voyeurism Prostitution
While I was at the reference desk the next day, another beautiful teenage girl approached the desk with a stack of books under her arm. Could this be the encounter that I have been expecting?
“What can I help you with?” I asked with my standard greeting.
“I need to get some information on rocks and minerals” she stated.
I was a little disappointed that this wasn’t Miss Jacobsen. Oh, well, I can’t go down on every girl that comes into the Library, can I?
“What kind of information do you need?” I asked, switching to real reference librarian mode.
“I need to be able to tell the difference between a rock and a mineral for a test in my earth science course.”
Fortunately, I had taken just such a course in college and remembered some of it. Plus we do have quite a few books on rocks, minerals and geology in the 552’s. I wrote down a few call numbers and handed the paper to her. She didn’t immediately reach for it and she blushed a little bit as she hefted the stack of books up on to the top of the reference counter before taking the slip of call numbers from my hand.
I must have looked a little puzzled. Her shoulders drooped just a little and she raised her left arm. There was no hand where one would normally expect to find one. Oh. I felt like an ass, but that was nothing new.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t see that before” I offered apologetically. “Let me take you back to that section and we can see what is back there for you.”
As we walked I, of course, looked her over a bit. She was wearing the standard cute girl summer uniform of shorts and a tank top.Her tank top had a nice deep neckline that showed some of her lovely chest. Her skin was smooth and well tanned. Her short brown hair was pulled back from her face and clipped with a couple of barrettes. We neared the section that I was looking for and I started spilling everything I new about rocks and minerals.
“As far as I can remember, a mineral is made up of a single material, whereas a rock is made up of more than one mineral. Minerals have some properties that rocks don’t usually have like a common melting point if they can melt and cleavage.”
She giggled at that a little bit.
“I don’t get to talk about cleavage with cute girls very often” I said, unconsciously glancing at the neckline of her top. She blushed again, but thrust her chest out a little bit.
“What is cleavage?” she asked, nibbling the bait.
“Well, if you look it up in the dictionary it would probably have a couple of definitions. The geological definition would involve the plane along which a mineral would naturally break. This is what gives crystals and gems their flat sides.”
“And the other definition?” she prodded, taking the bait.
“That would involve the exposed skin above and between the breasts of a woman when she is wearing a low cut blouse.”
She turned her chest toward me and pushed her breasts out a bit.
“How will I recognize cleavage?”
“Well on a mineral it should be flat and the cleavage planes will meet at straight edges. You may have to feel them to make sure they are straight.”
“Hmmm, does feeling help you identify a woman’s cleavage as well?”
I reached my hand up and placed it on her exposed décolletage. Her right hand covered mine and I felt her chest rising and falling with her breath and the gentle thumping of her heart.
“Why yes, I believe that would definitely be cleavage.”
“Wow,” she exclaimed, rolling her eyes, “you sure know a lot about minerals.”
“In my line of work, you have to be multifaceted.” (Wow, a library and geology joke at the same time. I’ll be here all week folks, enjoy the buffet, and remember, the 9:30 show is completely different from the 7:30 show). She didn’t get it. Sigh.
Unfortunately, I heard a bit of a rabble out by the reference desk.
“I should get back” I said, reluctantly pulling my hand back. I showed her where the book she might be able to use were, then gently kissed her cheek before heading back to the desk. She smiled and blushed when I looked back at her as I turned around the end of the shelves.
As it turns out the rabble at the desk was the result of the arrival of a van load of beginning genealogists. Insert Sam Kinneson yelling “AAAAHHHHHH, I’M IN HELLL” here. I can think of no group who expects so much information and wants to do so little work on their own. I would like anybody who is thinking about researching their family tree to know that it is a tremendous amount of work. The Library will have resources that you can use, but likely the librarian will not know much about Joseph Smith that was born in some county in Kentucky in 1869. Stepping off my soapbox now, I’m sorry.
Anyway, that shot the rest of my shift on the reference desk. I tried to keep an eye out, but I didn’t see cleavage girl again. Grrr, this didn’t make me any happier to be dealing with the genealogists.
After work that day I noticed that I had a new neighbor behind my house. It used to be a little old lady that lived there. Now it was a young, tan, gorgeous girl. I was mowing the lawn and she came over and introduced herself. Melody was her name. It suited her. She had a melodious voice, for sure and her body made me want to sing. She was stacked. Her breasts were large for her size; she wasn’t taller than 5’3” or 5’4”, and strained against a sports bra. Her exposed stomach was flat and tan and her ass was snuggled tightly into some spandex exercise shorts. She appeared to be moving in alone. This could be dangerous. But dangerous sounds a little like DangerMouse doesn’t it.
The introductions over, we went to our neutral corners.
I was out mowing the lawn a couple of days later. A girl rode up on a mountain bike. I looked up, right into April’s eyes. She looked very good glistening with the sweat from her exertions. She smiled.
“So this is where you live?”
“No, I’m the mad lawn mower. I sneak all over town mowing random lawns ... Here’s your sign.”
She stuck her tongue out at me and giggled. I’m not sure it’s a good thing that she can find me anytime now, but there isn’t much I can do about it. We chatted for a few minutes before she rode away. Being in full sight of the whole neighborhood, we couldn’t even sneak a kiss.
A couple of days later, I noticed a phone company van at Melody’s house. She was outside, so I called to her. “Having phone trouble?”
“I’m having DSL installed” she said as I neared.
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