The Shy Librarian

I’m a retired, divorced man in my mid 60s and visit the library quite a bit in my town. I get books but also use the printer as I don’t have one at home. There is a female librarian, “Camille”, about the age of my late 20s daughter. She is quite attractive I think but does nothing to show that. The way she dresses, wears her hair, even behaves, is very low key and withdrawn and shy. Even frumpy. I’m not very tech savvy and she helps me a bit.

As I’ve gotten to know Camille a little bit over time I’ve come to realize she is rocket scientist smart but painfully shy and very literal in her thinking. Almost unemotional, like maybe on the spectrum a bit. Sort of geeky but in a charming way. Anyway, I always try to make a nice comment, maybe about her hair, or something she’s wearing, things like that. She usually responds with a delightful smile and a sparkle in her eye. I’m not coming on to her, just trying to be friendly and give her some attention she seems to need.

So one day I’m checking out a book, Across the River and Into the Trees by Hemingway. I’d read it before and it’s about an old soldier revisiting a city where he was during the war years earlier, and rekindling an affair with a much younger woman. As Camille is checking out the book she says “Oh I love this book. The romance between the older man and younger woman is so exciting”. I wasn’t surprised that she’d read the book. She’d probably read the whole library. But her comment caught me off guard. I sort of stuttered “yes I think so too”. Then she looks at me very matter of factly and says “maybe we should do something like that”. I almost laughed because I thought she was joking around. But Camille was just being herself and unemotionally stating what she was thinking. I couldn’t believe it. But heard myself saying “yes, we absolutely should do something like that. Would you like to have a drink sometime?” “Ok” was all she said. And that was that.

Three days later Camille I were having a drink at a local bistro. Now I want to be clear that I initially had no expectations of where this was going. I really though it was a friendship. On the other hand, I’m old but I’m not dead. While Camille may have enjoyed the attention of an older man, I certainly enjoyed the attention of a younger woman. We saw each other a number of times in addition to library interactions, always platonic, and each time she seemed to grow more comfortable with me. She responded to my subtle hints about hair, dress and makeup. By our 6th “date” she was looking remarkably attractive.

I was very hesitant to try and turn our relationship sexual as I didn’t want to hurt her feelings or offend her. She was a genuinely sweet young woman and I was growing very fond of her. But to be sure I was thinking about it a lot. Sure enough though, that wasn’t lost on straightforward Camille.

One night while having dinner at a cafe she says very matter of factly “the characters in the book have sex…why don’t we have sex?”. Again she caught me off guard. And she wasn’t saying it like let’s have sex. It was an actual analytical question as in “what is the reason that we don’t have sex”. She was too bright to be anything but truthful with her, so I explained that I was very attracted to her and I would greatly enjoy a sexual relationship but didn’t want to hurt her or offend her. She looked at me sort of blankly, processing what I had just said through her unemotional filter. “I want to have sex with you” she said, adding “a lot”. Two seconds later I said “Check please !!!?

We went to her place, which was very close by. Unemotional Camille was definitely not interested in romance. She was interested in sex. And lots of it. I learned that she’d had sex numerous times in the past, but it was not physically fulfilling. By that she meant she didn’t orgasm. Well, she orgasmed that night. Three times in fact, moaning and releasing sexual tension that had been pent up, I guess, forever. She used the words “harder” and “faster” and “deeper” a lot that night. And she gave as well as she took. It was wonderful.

Camille and I would go on to have the most amazing, unlikely, and sexually fulfilling affair with more twists and turns than you can imagine. She would not hesitate to tell me about things she wanted to try, usually as a result of reading about it. Sixty nine, three-ways, anal sex, bondage, full blown orgies.

Eventually Camille became closer with some men her own age, who undoubtedly could sexually satisfy her more than I could. I was ok with that. I knew it had to end eventually. I was lucky to have been part of Camille’s life and to have partially satisfied her sexual curiosity. When we did see each other it was actually more of a friendship, with occasional sex. I don’t see Camille a lot now outside the library. But what great memories. Remember this next time you visit the library and see a shy unassuming librarian. They may have a fire burning in them that needs air to burn, and needs to be put out occasionally.

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