1. Just A Tiny Spark


    Date: 8/12/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: LushStories, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com

    I hadn’t seen her before, and like always when meeting someone I wasn’t familiar with, I became tongue-tied. Though today, for some unfathomable reason, my awkward shyness was even worse. I had decided to come first thing in the morning before the big rush to the library started, but that meant that we were the only two people here and there was no crowd to hide in. Her green eyes roamed up and down the stack of computer books I had placed on the counter from behind sophisticated, dark rimmed glasses, and her lips turned into a soft pout that made her look five years younger in the blink of an eye. Talk about eyes. Mine flicked to the small badge with her name affixed to her knitted creamy-white vest while I wondered where Isabelle, the regular librarian, was. The vest looked expensive, if a little old-fashioned, but it fit her perfectly. The dark blue blouse shimmered through the loose knitting, the woolen fabric hugging her body. She was fit, nothing like pudgy, always sweaty Isabelle, who would, by now, have wrinkled her nose and complained about students always returning ‘her’ books at the last moment. ‘Ms. Henderson,’ the badge read, ‘Head Librarian.’ Her dark-brown curls shimmered perfectly in the light and made me think of expensive chocolate. “...changing your major?” I blushed crimson red. “Sorry,” I muttered. It wasn’t like me to space out like this. Or perhaps it was, but not often, and not around people. “You’re changing your major?” If my inattention annoyed ...
    her, she covered it perfectly. The smile she sent me was warm. “Uhm, yes. How do you know?” “Well, let’s see.” She tilted her head slightly, an amused sparkle in her eyes, and these eyes seemed to look deep inside me. I felt my pulse speed up. There was something about her that shook me off balance. She reached out with a well-manicured finger and traced the titles on book backs, and for the first time, I was able to guess her age. She had to be above forty, this I realized when I saw the small wrinkles on the back of her hand, even though her face didn’t appear a second older than thirty. “All your books are on the required reading list. Here’s Stroustrup. Required reading for the first two years in computer lab, just like Wirth’s Algorithms and Data Structures here.” She poked the two rather worn looking books. “You might be starting third year, but then you wouldn’t have Basics of Economics here, which is only needed through first year.” She gifted me with an amused smirk. “Unless you failed that course. But nobody fails Economics.” My blush intensified. “And, if you were going into third year, there’d be Practical Applications of Finite Automata and some odd book on hardware, depending on the professor you had, in that stack. So, the only logical conclusion is that you’re changing your major. Now the only question left is, to what?” “Oh, wow. You’re good!” I think it was then that it happened, but it would me a long time to put my finger on it. When she looked directly into ...
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