1. Just A Tiny Spark


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

    my eyes, her face aglow with a satisfied smile, a strange warmth filled my chest. “Am I?” She held my gaze. There was some undertone in her voice that I couldn’t pin-point, but then she straightened up and her face turned professional, and I felt like I had lost something. This was turning out to be the strangest day I ever had, and my emotions jumped all over the place. “Literature,” I mumbled, trying to say something to bridge the awkward silence that suddenly tried to smother me. “I mean, my new major. I’m not good with that computer stuff. I guess not nerdy enough, at least that’s what I think when I look at Erin and Jen. They’re my roommates. Not that there’s anything wrong with them, but they do all this crazy stuff with their computers and I hardly understand… a… word...” Mrs. Henderson’s eyes glowed with amusement, and I felt like sinking into the ground. “I’m rambling, sorry.” I had not the faintest idea what was going on with me. A part of me urged me to turn around and bolt, but something else held me rooted to the spot. I took a deep breath. ‘Act like a grown-up,’ I ordered myself. A soft, melodic laugh filled the air. “You remind me of someone I know,” she told me, her head tilting once more. “Whatever people tell you, don’t change!” There was a short moment when something incredibly warm seemed to radiate from her eyes. But at the same time, my knees wobbled and I grew light-headed. I had to have caught some kind of flu. I never felt this dizzy around ...
    strangers. “So, let me guess,” she asked while she scanned the barcode stickers on the books, “Catcher and Jane Eyre?” I silently nodded. “Anything else?” “The Turn of the Screw.” “Ah, Professor Morrigan, then. She’s good. You’ll love it.” “You know her?” “We got our PhDs at the same time.” “You’ve got a...? But you’re…” I clamped a hand over my mouth, realizing my verbal misstep and suddenly feeling an intense desire to die on the spot. She didn’t appear flustered. In contrary. Another of those melodic laughs answered my outburst. “Just a librarian? Yes, it’s sometimes funny where life leads us.” Then she leaned closer, winking conspiratorially. “But can there be any better place to work at than one surrounded by books? Tens of thousands of wonderful worlds at your fingertips?” My breath hitched. Warmth spread all over me. It had to be a flu bug. I blinked away the dizzy feeling. “I… I guess not.” I didn’t have to lie. Reading had always been my one passion. Sure, I had shared all the hobbies that my friends had indulged in, like rollerblading, volleyball, riding, weaving friendship bracelets or doing each other’s hair, but when I had been alone, I tended to spend every moment of spare time cuddled on the couch or, if the weather allowed, on a low branch of my favorite tree, reading and dreaming. “You’re right,” I agreed once more, this time straightening my back and smiling at the fond memories of past times. “There’s no better place in the world!” “Well, then what are you waiting ...
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