I had been on the job for a month when she started. We filed into the small meeting room at our disposal one hour Monday mornings and Ben said, “Okay, peons…”
“Pee off on the peon crap,” said Harriet.
“Yeah, you make, what? 55 cents more an hour than we do, so don’t get above yourself, friend,” said Fiona.
“You tell’im, Miss Mtotwa,” Harriet joined in, and she and Fiona high fived.
“No, you forget, I’m an engineer, you’re…what are you gonna be again, a PE teacher?”
“Physical therapist, Benny Boy.”
Harriet piped in, “And you’re not an engineer yet…and you’ll only stay an engineer long enough for your first bridge to collapse.”
We all finished laughing and Ben continued, “Okay, okay, it’s all fun and games until you hurt someone. Then it’s just fun. Now, allow me to introduce our newest shelver, Callie Baker.”
The stunning black woman sitting next to him in the high collar and sweater stood up. “Pleased to meet all of you.”
“What do you study?” asked Fiona.
“Accounting.”
“Do you do taxes? Like, international taxes, you know, for people who don’t have PhDs in advanced math?”
“No. Would I be working in a library if I did?”
Harriet chortled happily as Fiona slapped the table laughing; the rest of us laughed and shook our heads.
We went around the table introducing ourselves, the six of us, though I found it hard to speak naturally when I looked into her eyes. She smiled warmly at each of us, and I was surprised to find myself jealous of each of the others getting the same smile I did. She was assigned to shadow Harriet, which left me despondent, and the two of them wandered off after we all had a quick cup of caffeinated mud from the lounge, Harriet saying, “You know, you don’t have to dress like a librarian just because you work in a library.”
“If I had tattoos like yours I might dress like you, but I don’t.”
“I can set you up.”
“No thanks, not my style.”
“Ah, come on, you don’t want a Celtic cross and harp on your arm?” she teased.
Callie smiled as they walked off down the hall, “I’m afraid my skin isn’t as suitable a canvas as yours for such art.”
They then turned the corner and their voices faded away.
Monday was one of my six-hour days, so at lunch I ate two sandwiches as Ben slammed down something spicy and disgusting he said he had made up in the kitchen, though I suspected “scraped off the floor” was more accurate. Callie went off to eat with Harriet and Fiona and I sat there trying to convince myself she wasn’t all that. However, when I saw her again that afternoon I decided she was.
The next two days passed uneventfully. On Thursday morning I had just left the lounge and was walking down the corridor at a fairly fast clip. Something to my left caught my eye, and I glanced that way just as I passed a side corridor that Callie was just then exiting. My right elbow sank into her left breast. I looked down and backed away quickly, bringing my elbows to my side. As I blushed furiously, my ears ringing, I said, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking!”
She smiled sweetly and said, “Don’t worry about it. I should have been more careful.”
“No, really, I am so sorry.”
“It was an accident. We should both just be more careful in the future.”
Certain I was marked out as a pervert in her eyes for the rest of time, I said, “Listen, I should let you get to work.”
“Actually, I was looking for you. I’m shadowing you today.”
“Tired of shelving?”
“Not really, but I need to learn about the file keeping.”
“Well, come this way then.” We walked down the corridor between the bookcases towards my little cubbyhole behind a desk.
“So what do you study?”
I sighed, “Not library science, thank god.”
She chuckled and said, “Wasn’t it Russian studies?”
“Slavic, but yes.”
“We’ll be able to keep our own secrets and makes jokes about everyone else then.”
“Ah, vy govorite?”
“Da.”
“Skol’ko vremeni?”
“Tri goda.”
“Excellent. But why?”
“Curiosity.”
I goggled. “Good for you then!” She smiled.
When we got to my little office I said, “Okay, so all the books come here for this floor and we scan them in. We have to go to this screen here. That’s to indicate they’re back here in case anyone can’t find one when they’re looking. They often can’t because grad students are assholes and hide the books they need for research one or two shelves over so no one else will check them out. Then we put them on the carts in order. When each one is scanned, you have to do this, click this, and check the message here. And that’s it.”
As I pointed all this out to her, she stood next to me so close that my elbow nearly sank into her breast again. Ordinarily this would have appealed to me, but after accidentally groping her it made me nervous as hell, and when I looked over at her, she looked back at me with a simple expression. I shifted a little away from her and said, “Boring, I know. When we get a cart full, someone will come to get it to shelve. Books come in three times a day, so apart from that it’s just trouble-shooting. If people are sick, then we shelve the ones near the station, but otherwise we just do routine work and have time to read coursework maybe two hours a shift.”
I let her practice scanning in a few, then I scanned in a few, and showed her the rest of the job as tasks came and went. After a while we had time to chat, so she and I sat in my cubbyhole as I watched the desk.
“So what does Callie stand for?”
“Callimastia,” she said with a small smile.
I coughed slightly and stared nowhere but her eyes, and certainly not down. “I will take your word for that.”
She laughed and said, “No, it’s short for Calinda.”
“Oh, like Delius!”
She goggled a little at that and said, “Yes, exactly. My parents’ favorite.”
“That is quite a surprise.”
She gave a mock frown and said, “Oh really. And why is that?”
“They’re Americans, right? Not British?”
She laughed, “Yes, well, they’re great Anglophiles. When they retire they’re going to find some impecunious noble and buy his title.” After a second she said, “I’m just shitting you. It’s Callista, like you’d expect.”
We laughed and chatted easily for the rest of the morning. When we went to clock out at one, she asked, “What are you doing for lunch?”
“No real plans.”
“Oh.”
I gathered up my courage and said, “Allow me to buy you lunch. To…make up for earlier.”
She smiled, “Okay, I’d like that.”
After that the ice was broken and we ate lunch together every day after that. Two Mondays later when work ended, I walked her out of the library, and when we got outside I asked, “What are you doing tonight?”
She looked up at the sky and over at the trees and back at me and said, “I was going to wash my hair and clip my toenails. Why?”
“Oh, well, if you have such a packed schedule, I guess no reason, really.”
“Where did you want to take me?”
I resisted the urge to say Against the wall to start and smiled, “Dinner and a walk in the park.”
“That sounds perfect.” She smiled and said, “Where shall we meet?”
We made arrangements and each went to our separate classes.
I was at the restaurant a few minutes early, and she was right on time. Fortunately, we had dressed about the same, me in slacks, long-sleeve dress shirt, and sweater, her in a black skirt, green satin blouse, and light sweater.
“You look beautiful tonight,” I said.
“Thank you, kind sir. You look quite presentable for a grad student.”
I gave her a mock bow and after we chatted without much purpose while surveying the menu, we gave our orders and then I asked her, “So, what are you reading these days?”
“Oh, I probably shouldn’t tell you.”
“Ah, well then, you probably shouldn’t.”
“Oh, but I know you’re eager now to hear.”
“No, not if I shouldn’t hear.”
In mock frustration she said, “What are you reading then?”
“I certainly shouldn’t tell you that!”
“Now you have to,” she grinned.
“Bryusov.”
“The interesting stuff or the naughty stuff?”
“Both at the same time.”
“Oh, well, if you’re reading that, what I’m reading is nothing then.”
“Well, if it’s nothing, then we should just let it pass.”
She gave a mock squeal of frustration and said, “I should let you decide for yourself then since you’re so contrary.”
“Or not.”
We laughed and she said, “Okay. So, I found out a friend of mine has a blog, and she was writing about a number of things that…I had no idea she was like that.”
“Such as?”
“Well, the big surprise was…she has more than one lover. And they know about each other. It sounds quite tame, really, nothing wild, but still.” She spoke lightly but seemed to be watching my reaction.
“Well, some people are like that.”
“It made me start thinking…not that I’m interested in it, but would I be able to do that?”
“Yes. I suppose for many people the jealousy would ruin it.”
“True, but lots of people have done that without a problem. And not just crazy Russian intellectuals.”
We laughed and I said, “Yes, but we only know about the Russian intellectuals who could handle it. The ones who couldn’t killed each other.”
We laughed again and she said, “It made me wonder is all.”
“I suppose it would depend on the situation. And the people.”
She smiled, “Yes. It would take special people.”
“True, but too, how would you schedule it? Put up a list of chores on the refrigerator?”
She laughed happily and said, “And for each one you do you get a quarter.”
“Well, no, you’d want to make the payment depend on how well it was done.”
“True. —So, tell me about the Bryusov you read.”
“Today was a story about…well, the person in the mirror. From her point of view, trying to get back out.”
“Ooh. Nice. Tell me more.”
Dinner went swimmingly, and after I settled up we walked to the park. Once we got inside, she allowed me to hold her hand and we walked down one of the lighted paths until we got to a branch. “So, which way, sir?”
“That way is lit, but that way is more interesting.”
She rounded her lips and said, “Ooh, show me then.”
We started down the dark path, which was lit somewhat by patches of moonlight and soon reached a small grassy area surrounded by trees. I said, “Care to sit?”
She walked ahead of me to the grass near the trees and sat down. I sat next to her and she faced me. “Are the trees thick around here?”
“Somewhat. There’s a band of forest about fifteen yards across, then the path again.”
“Is it impassable?”
“There’s a path, but it’s a bit hemmed in.”
“Shall we explore?”
In surprise I said, “Certainly.” I stood up and helped her up, and I pointed out the path and she walked ahead of me. After about five yards she stopped and said, “Quiet. Like no one is around at all for twenty miles.”
“Yes.”
She found a moonlit spot and leaned against a tree and looked at me. I looked back at her and moved to her side. She looked up at me unblinkingly in the moonlight and then closed her eyes as I leaned in. Her lips were full and soft and inviting, and soon she was kissing me deeply. She raised one arm around my neck, and the other soon snuck around my waist. She leaned hard against me, pressing her body against mine, clearly undisturbed by the prominence of my erection pressed against her belly, but when I raised my left hand from my waist toward her breasts, she shook her head and whispered, “No. You already felt it, remember?” I laughed and nodded and she added, “Slowly, slowly. It’s more fun that way.”
We kissed for another hour, by the end of it like two teenagers worn to a frazzle but refusing to go further, and I said, “Shall I walk you somewhere? Would you like something to drink?”
“I would love a beer before I go home.”
“Well then.” I held my arm out for her, and she followed me back to the grassy clearing. We then walked arm in arm to a small pub, where we had a beer each and chatted a little more.
When we left, she said, “The park was lovely this time of night.”
“The moonlight was delightful.”
“Shall I walk you to your place?”
“No,” she said simply. “No, I’d rather not.”
I said nothing, and when we reached an intersection, she said, “We separate here.” She kissed me sweetly and whispered, “Remember, trust is everything with me.”
I said, “I understand.”
“And do you agree?”
“Yes.”
She smiled and watched me as I walked on my way, and after I was some distance away waved goodbye and went on her way. I went to bed as soon as I got home and woke up at three when my climax flooded the sheets. I wiped up and went back to sleep, shaking my head at the state I was in.
The next three nights we met for short walks after dinner that always ended up in darkened spots ideal for leaning against each other as we kissed. Friday night we walked along the creek near campus, and after we had kissed for fifteen minutes, she whispered, “I think it’s been long enough since the last time you felt me up.” I chuckled and she smiled and said, “Just on the outside.”
I leaned in and kissed her deeply as my left hand slowly moved up her side from her hip. She trembled as it passed over her blouse, her sweater now wrapped around her shoulders, and sucked on my tongue as my fingers moved along the bra to the swell of her right breast. I caressed it tenderly as she sucked more firmly on my tongue, and when I finally cupped her breast she moaned quietly and pushed her breast into my hand.
Her nipple was erect and easily tweaked through her thin blouse and lacy bra, and as I kissed down her jaw to her neck and up to her right ear, her rasping breath sounded heavily in my ears. I moved my left hand back to her back and brought my right hand to her left breast, and she chuckled, “I do hope they’re the right size. I don’t offer refunds or exchanges, you know.”
“I don’t know, they might be a little too large. I guess I’ll just have to put up with that, won’t I?”
“Don’t get too far ahead of yourself, sir.”
We chuckled and I sucked quietly on her neck as she started falling to pieces under my right hand and lips. Five minutes later I had both hands on her breasts and her tongue down my throat, and with a sudden groan her thighs twisted against each other and she moaned into my mouth. She breathed more slowly after a minute and said, “Thank you,” though whether for helping her or not pressing further was unclear, probably both.
I looked at her and she looked at me, and as she made no move to do anything I smiled and kissed her. “Buy me a beer?” she asked.
“I’d say you need one after that.”
“Yes,” she said simply. I held my arm out for her and she glanced down significantly and asked, “You’re sure you can walk?”
We laughed and I said, “Yes.”
She took my arm and leaned against me as we walked, her sweat drying, and she shivered and put her sweater back on. We went to our usual watering hole and had our usual beer, and when we separated she said, “I’m going to visit my family tomorrow morning. I’ll be back Monday. I hope you won’t be lonely.”
“I will be, but I can manage.”
She cupped my cheek and kissed me, and as she turned, she brushed her hip against my cock. She smiled back in mock surprise and said, “Oh, sir!” She waved as I stood there in surprise, and I watched her for a minute to make sure she made it to the next lit street, then turned and went home. I read for a couple of hours, and then went to sleep, interrupted for the fifth time that week by a wet dream. I cleaned up and decided she was worth the frustration.
Monday we both worked shelving in the same part of the library. We finished quickly as stood in a small side aisle. I asked her about her trip and she said, “Oh, I go home often enough. A fine dinner and happy family, it’s good in school.”
“I missed you.”
She smiled at me without apprehension and said, “I missed you too. I really enjoyed Friday night.”
“So did I.”
“Not as much as I did.”
“Most likely.”
She laughed brightly and said, “Where will we go tonight?”
“Where would you like to go?”
“The park again after dinner?”
“Yes.”
She came over next to me and reached up for a book on the top shelf with her left hand, and her right hand brushed against my crotch, then gripped me tightly for half a minute. She pulled away to open a book on…I peeked over her shoulder, the literary art of Alexander Pope, and she smiled and put it back. “Never could stand that guy.”
I paused and finally found my voice. “Not to my tastes so much either.”
“The things some people put you through at school. But sometimes it pays off in the end.” She smiled up at me from under her eyelashes and pushed her hip against me quickly as she reached up to adjust the book on the top shelf. She then said, “Let’s go get a couple of cups of mud.”
“My treat.”
“Big spender.”
“You ain’t seen nuthin’.”
She smiled over her shoulder and winked. “I’m sure I’ll find out tonight.”
I blinked and pondered it for a second, and she whispered, “The dirty joke was intended. You can laugh at my wit now.”
I chuckled, smiled, and shook my head, and a few minutes later we sipped our coffee as Ben looked over paperwork and said, “Cripes, you slackers, finish your coffee and go shelve the medieval stuff.”
That evening we ate a leisurely dinner, talking about everything except the upcoming walk, and soon enough, though it felt like hours later, we were walking quietly along the lit path. We came to the branch and she pulled me into the dark path without a word, and when we got to the clearance she looked up at me happily and walked before me into the path into the woods. A short way inside she leaned against a tree and looked at me expectantly. I kissed her and she kissed back enthusiastically, and soon I had my arms tight around her as I sucked on her neck and ears. As I hardened she pushed against me, and when my hands sought her breasts she whispered, “Yes, you play with them so well.” I cupped and cradled them and soon had her erect nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, and she sucked on my tongue as she began rubbing against me. Soon she climaxed, rubbing herself against my thigh.