Research in the library

Ronald Bolton was up on the rolling ladder shelving books when it clicked and shifted slightly from someone touching it. He glanced down and froze; his line of sight went right down the top of Kimberley Johnson's dress. The hint of cleavage and the chestnut perm and the hazel eyes made him gulp. Her voice was music.

"Ronnie, I need you."

He tried not to crush the ladder rungs as he climbed down three steps to the floor. His voice cracked like he was fourteen again.

"Sure, Kimberley; what do you need me for?"

"I'm looking for a book on spirits."

Kimberley never needed to find books! She knew most of the library better than Mrs. Chatham, the head librarian! But if she wanted a book on spirits...

Ronald had towed her by the slender hand and halfway to the culinary section when she squeezed his back and stopped him.

"I want the other kind of spirits - nature spirits and the like."

"Two-nineties or one-thirties?"

"I don't know. I need a book on love spirits and, uhh, kissing spirits."

Ronald gulped. That was the sort of thing Mrs. Chatham would make sure was with the naughty art books.

"That sort of book would be in the Special Collection downstairs. I could get in real trouble letting you in there without Mrs. Chatham's permission. She's gone home for the day, so you'll have to come back tomorrow. Anyway, the library's supposed to be closed now."

"Pleeease, Ronnie. I reeeally need to get in there. I'd do anything!"

She was leaning really close and Ronald tried not to hyperventilate. A clear vision of anything came to mind, but it almost certainly ended with Kimberley's boyfriend Tom beating him to a bloody pulp.

"I don't know..."

"Please! It's about Mary Ferguson; you know she got attacked in the woods yesterday and she said there was some kind of spirit involved."

"What would Tom say about you being down there with me?"

"I don't care! Tom dumped me for Janie Callaghan." Kim bit her lower lip, suddenly realizing what Ronnie meant. "You know, maybe I should come back tomorrow. It's kind of dark and scary down there and I'd be afraid to go alone."

"Well, if it's to help Mary we should do it sooner rather than later. I have to lock the front door first though; don't want any vandals sneaking in." Ronald bolted for the front door, then bolted the front door, turned off the main lights, and finally ran back to Kimberley. "Let's go down. Stay close, okay?"

The two crept hand in hand down the stairs to the Special Collection room. Every now and then Kim would squeeze Ronnie's hand just to watch him squirm and try to be brave. Ronnie unlocked the door, turned on the lamp, and led her in.

Ronald knew exactly the book to look in; it was a nineteenth-century book called "Temptacious Spirits" with a number of naughty pictures in it. When he put it on the table Kimberley slid her stool over so his pant leg was tight against her skirt.

"Have you looked through this book, Ronnie?"

"A bit. Mrs. Chatham wants to send it to another library mostly because of pictures like this." He opened the book to an incredibly lifelike sketch of a succubus in her working unclothes.

"Ooh, that is naughty. Why is her clitoris so big?"

Ronald hyperventilated.

"So, have you read any of it, Ronnie?"

Grateful for the question, Ronald recovered a bit. "Some of it: well, about three-quarters."

"Do you remember seeing anything like 'Any lover, any deed, any once?'"

"That sounds familiar; let me think." Her hand on his shoulder and the faint smell perfume made thinking hard, but on the third attempt he found the reference. "Here it is; it's about a secret society in Boston in 1835."

Kim read the chapter out loud. "The Stately Buck Club was a secret society of the most severe licentiousness; members would meet in secret to commit varyous intimate and unnatural perversions. The members claimed that they were heirs to a sacred spiritual tradition passed down from person to person by means of an inhabiting spirit which gave them **** nuptial prowess and fortitude. They were broken up by police and many of their members sent to gaol, though rumours of the club's secret passphrase 'Any love, any acte, any once, may it pass on' continued to be heard for some years thereafter." She kissed him. "That's it!"

"It's a strange story, but it's barely a footnote, Kimberley. What does it have to do with Mary?"

"A cuckoo clock said it."

"I don't understand."

"Ronnie, what would you do if I told you that spirit was real?"

"Well, it would be a funny story, but not much else."

"What would you do if I said I could pass that spirit to you?"

"Huh? How would you do a thing like that?"

She leaned forward and kissed him, gently using her lips to knead his lower lip. Without stopping she tugged him up off his stool and then down to the polished marble floor. Her hands slid up his sides, lifting off his sweater. Ronald stared in astonishment as she pulled off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, then went to work on his trousers. In just a few moments he lay on the floor in nothing but socks and the sweater as a pillow behind his head.

Kim straddled his stomach and smiled. "Undress me, Ronnie."

"Are you sure, Kimberley?"

"Ronnie, I've seen you watching me in the library. I want you to watch more of me. And I want you to touch me the way no other man has, not even Tom. One lover, one deed, one time. But with an option on more if I like it. Would you like that?"

Ronald gulped, then reached up and unfastened her dress. He lifted it off her from the bottom, taking the cotton off over her head. Her white silk slip came next, and he took the time to drag the soft material across her bare skin to her gentle sighs. Kimberley had to unclasp the bra herself and let it drop onto his chest. Afterwards he spent some time playing with her smooth and supple breasts. He had her lay on her back on his chest as he worked off her socks, garters, girdle and panties. She teasingly pulled off his socks.

Ronnie was soft and slow in his ministrations, taking his time to caress and explore every inch of Kim's body while she did the same for him. Kim had seen most of the male body before, but was happy to complete her knowledge hands-on. She concentrated on the pure sensation of lying next to him and pressing her body as tightly as she could to his. He found several 'sweet spots' that even Kim hadn't known about.

Ronald was pleasantly astonished; he'd never gotten beyond first base before and now he was lying naked with a girl he'd never before been able to look without blushing. Kimberley's body was the apotheosis of feminine beauty, especially considering the incredible mind hidden behind those eyes and those lips. His hands found so many sensitive spots, and any place her hands touched him were automatically sensitive. Her feminine region rubbing against him was so warm and slick he thought he'd melt but the application of heat made him stiff and firm, not soft.

Here goes, thought Kim as she slid herself slowly onto his cock. Her experience with Mary had been fantastic but this was just incredible. After all the foreplay she came before he was even fully in. But that didn't matter; she pushed her self fully in, then worked her hips counter to his to bring them in and out, in and out. His body pressed against and rubbed her clit while his hands slid up and down her back. She leaned down and kissed him again, pressing every inch of her torso against his as tightly as it would go.

Ronald held Kimberley firmly and tightly as their hips met. She pushed even deeper when his finger found the hole of her behind and pressed lightly against it. She was already slick and squishy on his member and the friction between them was everything he'd dreamed it would be. Her hips clenched around his rod a second time and she let out a plaintive moan of ecstasy. A sudden pressure seized his loins and he let loose his own warm liquid and passion into her. He felt something pass into him from her, like a combination of confidence and power. His inner voice told him: any lover, any deed, any once; pass it on.

Ronald prayed that Kimberley would be with him more than any once; any forever would be better.