Ensnare: The Librarian’s Lover #1

�d flash his smiles at the lucky few, and always beautiful, girls who swooned at the sight of his chiseled abs beneath his tight shirts and his wavy hair that glistened in the sun. It made me hot just thinking about his strong arms wrapping around me as he embraced me in a delicious, sensual kiss.
But he never flashed those smiles at me. I wasn’t one of the pretty girls. To tell you the truth, I was a mousy little thing with plain brown hair, plain brown eyes, and plain white skin from my hours working at the library. Even though he didn’t admire me, I admired him from afar. That’s what I was doing that fateful late afternoon when Tyler strolled into the library with his arm wrapped around Ashley Alston’s waist. She was the head cheerleader for the college squad. After all, who else was good enough for him to go out with?
But I’m jumping ahead in my story. Let me introduce myself. My name is Leslie Faulkner, wallflower extraordinaire. I was a college student at a four-year state university when my adventures began. Apprenticed to the college library to help pay the bills, I was the loner nobody ever paid attention to, even the professors. I could lie dead in the middle of campus and nobody would have noticed me until the stench became overpowering.
Stench was the definition of my life. Everything about it stank. I had my routine: get up, go to school, work at the library, go back to my room. Simple, boring routine. I wanted adventure, excitement, and a boyfriend. I waited for them patiently like a child waits for Christmas, but my presents never came. That is, not until that fateful afternoon.
Tyler and Ashley walked arm-in-arm, the perfect picture of perfection. Locked together, the pair went up to the second-floor study area of our large library. It was an impressive building, five stories tall with three of the upper floors open to the foyer. The top floor was completely closed off and accessed through a locked door with the key handled only by the full-time librarians. The other floors were filled to the brim with shelves three columns deep that stretched out from one wall to the other, or from one wall to the balcony overlooking the foyer. In a few of the corners were study tables and chairs, and even a couch here and there. There was also a creepy basement where the spare shelves and computers were stored. Most of the shelves were those moved when the college decided to put computers on half the ground floor five years before.
But as I was saying, on the second floor, Tyler and Ashley passed by me like I was one of those bookshelves. An invisible person with a cart full of books. They slipped into one of the corners that had a couch, and like their shadows, I followed them back there. I told myself I needed to go in that direction to shelve the books on my cart, but none of them went in that part of the library. My real desire was to watch them from the bookshelves and yearn for what they had: love, affection, and lust. I quietly pushed my cart along the balcony walk, mindful of the bumpy spots on the faded gray carpet. The hour was about five o’clock on a Monday afternoon, so the library was deserted except for these two scholars intent on learning more about human anatomy.
I left my cart beside the bookshelf closest to the railing around the drop to the foyer and slunk into the stacks of books. My prey were found on one of the couches, close together with sweet, tender smiles on their faces. “So are you going to give me the notes from class?” he cooed.
Ashley giggled, a sound as empty as her head. I suspected he wanted something from her, but it wasn’t her notes. “Maybe, but what do I get out of it?”
Tyler smirked and leaned in to capture her lips in a breathtaking kiss. His hands slipped up beneath her shirt and massaged her perfect body. She groaned and leaned her head back to allow him to leave a blazing trail of kisses down to the tops of her perfect breasts that peeked out from the top of her small shirt. My hands clung to the nearest shelf, and I bit my lip to keep back a moan of delight and disappointment. I wanted to be the one on the couch, the one to feel his hot lips against my heated skin.
Ashley was a little worried about the location. “Are you sure we’re alone?” she breathlessly asked him.
“You really want me to stop?” he mumbled from between her luscious breasts.
“No, but still-”
Tyler pulled his head back and grinned at her. “It’s all right. Nobody’s around here,” he comforted her. He was right. I was a nobody. “Now let me really reward you for those notes.” He flung off his sports jacket and set it behind Ashley as a pillow. He lay her down atop it and pulled her shirt over her head to reveal her white bra and flawless skin. Her breasts heaved, and her eyes were half-lidded as she gave into her ecstasy. His lips pressed down against her breasts as his hands slid up her short skirt. She gasped when he found her sweet spot.
I stood in the wings with all the frustration of a jilted lover. My needs were simple, but unfulfilled. My body ached to replace her, to be on that couch beneath him as he made love to my breasts. To have his fingers dance across my quivering flesh as my moans filled the air. He would undo my pants and thrust into me with the fury of a lustful lover. I would cling to him and scream his name to the heavens as I achieved an orgasm no woman had ever reached.