On the other hand, Polly thought, she couldn't be the only person in the whole school who was horny. There had to be some guy there who was secretly dying to get laid and he was the guy she wanted. But she couldn't very well advertise on the bulleting board. "Horny librarian seeks well-hung sex partner" – no, that just wouldn't do.

All she could do was check out each man she met and see if he was interested. She decided to start with the assistant librarian, Jeffrey Taylor. He was a couple of years younger than she was, a very shy and puritanical young man. If he was interested in sex, he sure was good at hiding it. But Polly was determined to find out. She had to start somewhere, and she knew Jeffrey better than any other male at the school.

The next day she wore her long hair down instead of in her usual prim bun. She wore a short skirt that showed off her nice legs, and she wore a tight-fitting sweater that accented her big thrusting tits. As she walked into the library she noticed a couple of male students flashing her quick appreciative glances. Too bad they were so young.

"Good morning, Jeffrey," she purred.

He looked up from his desk and stared at her, eyes travelling quickly to her large firm tits, then darting away again. "Uh, good morning, Miss Prentiss," he stammered, getting a little red in the face.

"Oh, please, call me Polly," she said, leaning close to him. "After all, we're going to be working together every day, so we might as well be friends, don't you think?"

"Oh, yes, ma'am – I mean, Polly," he breathed.

He was attracted to her, all right. He tried to disguise it, but Polly could tell. Now question was, was she attracted to him? Robert Redford he wasn't. He was slender, wimpy, with plastered down hair and rimless glasses. But Polly told herself that none of this mattered as long as he had a hard cock and was ready for some fun.