But now in Mortonville the cocks weren't easy to find, especially for a librarian who spent her days among books, then went home to an apartment complex where her neighbors were mostly family people and senior citizens. She'd been in this town a month, and hadn't yet fucked anything. She hadn't yet gone to a singles bar because she hated those places. She missed college life. She was beginning to regret that she'd ever become a librarian.

The thought hit her that she might end up another Miss Wilmar and she felt sick to her stomach. Never! God, anything but that!

"Excuse me, but they said down there that you can show me where the books on gorillas are."

Sue snapped to attention, wiping the startled expression off her face and giving the patron a professional smile. "I sure can, young man."

She got out of her desk after surreptitiously slipping her shoes back on and led the boy back into the mezzanine stacks.

"You should find some books on this shelf," she said. "If you can't find what you need here, we can check the stacks in the basement."

As she turned to smile at the boy, she caught him looking her over in a way she was all too familiar with. This was a high school boy – not the collegiate male she was used to – but could sense his interest in her body.

As she slipped past him to return to her desk, she intentionally brushed her hand against the bulge in his jeans. He has enough prickmeat packed in there for three women, she told herself, giving him a shot of her wiggling ass and glancing back at him over her shoulder.

He was gawking at her, but quickly turned to his books as she caught his eyes.

At her desk, Sue couldn't sit still. That was about the closest she'd gotten to a male – any male – since she'd arrived in this town. She couldn't believe she'd dared brush her fingers over his cockbulge! She'd done it without thinking, as if she were back in college and teasing one of the studs who was trying to get into her panties. She fully realized the danger involved in teasing a library patron, especially when that patron was some innocent high school boy. She was sure he was a virgin – one of those clean living young athletes who spent half their high school careers taking cold showers to cool their natural desires.