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Sandra Simmons is a young, attractive college librarian engaged to a handsome, virile man, yet she is unable to communicate with her future husband at the most basic level and is driven to seek false love, and fulfillment in the arms of strangers. Thus Sandra degrades and demeans herself and threatens their relationship.
HORNY BALLING LIBRARIAN—a story of an individual in an uncaring society, a portrayal of an affliction that plagues many American marriages.
Sandra Simmons was a librarian at the State College library, and she liked her work, but she had to admit that it wasn’t the most exciting job in the world. On this warm May afternoon she actually was yawning as she watched the clock and prayed for quitting time. Unfortunately she was caught in mid-yawn by the head librarian, a mousy little man named Lester Creelman.
“Time on your hands, Miss Simmons?” Creelman asked coldly. “Why don’t you take this cart and shelve some books?”
“Yes, Mr. Creelman,” Sandra said, suppressing the urge to stick her tongue out at him.
As she pushed her loaded book cart away, Sandra knew Creelman was watching her, ogling her from behind like he always did. Some of the other librarians had told her about it, and a couple of times she’d turned suddenly and caught him at it. He seemed to have a fixation on her ass, or maybe he was just too chicken to admire her face-to-face. She didn’t know, and she really didn’t care. Lester Creelman gave her the creeps.
With a sigh she reached for the first of the books to be shelved. It was some obscure, dusty old thing about philosophy. She was just putting it in its proper place when she heard strange noises from the next aisle. Somebody was approaching—perhaps more than one person—and there was harsh breathing and frequent pauses between footsteps. Sandra held very still, listening, and pretty soon she heard a giggle.
“Ssshhhh, Penny,” came an urgent male voice, “somebody’ll hear us.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it, Roger,” came the reply. “Nobody ever comes back here.”
Quietly Sandra looked through the gap left by the philosophy book and saw two students, an attractive boy and girl, standing there nervously hugging each other.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.