Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The following story involves graphic descriptions of sexual encounters. If such things offend you, please read no further. For everyone else, I hope you enjoy the story.
This story is, as the name implies, the second part of an earlier story. Please reference that story for descriptions.
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Wes hung up the phone in an eerie silence. After having a wild, passionate night of sex with two young ladies, he had called his older brother Vic to tell him all about it. After a long conversation, his brother had told him that he was involved . . . with another guy. That had pretty much set Wes back on his heels. His whole life, he had tried to live up to his brother's legend. He had always been one year behind, and he had finally given up. Now, the guy who had been seen as a god by his parents and everyone he had gone to school with had just dropped a bombshell; he was bisexual, and was involved (apparently romantically) with another male. And strangely, the thing Wes felt the most was relieved. If his brother wasn't everything his parents had ever wanted, then Wes didn't have to be either. Vic wanted to make sure Wes was o.k. with it before Wes got on a plane to come visit him. Wes was a little weirded out, but hey; Vic was still his brother. He was still going to go visit him, and he didn't anticipating their relationship changing that much. But Wes was SO looking forward to his parent's finding out. It would serve them right to have a little shock to their system.
But the conversation did have an effect, just not the one he might have expected. When his brother talked about his "friend," he sounded happy. Vic had never sounded that happy before. Wes realized what it must have been like to hide his true nature under the façade his parents and community had created for him. Having that façade lifted and finding someone he seemed to care about had done wonders for his brother.
Wes wondered if he would find someone like that. His brother had suggested enjoying life, and it sounded like Wes was off to a good start. People aren't looking to find someone even more miserable than themselves to spend their lives with. Wes had gotten a laugh out of that. The two confirmed travel plans, and Wes had hung up the phone.
A few days passed, and the day his plane was leaving was approaching. Wes had been deep in thought, trying to figure out exactly what he really wanted. The sex with those two swimmers had been great, and could potentially reoccur. But he wanted to be as happy as his brother had sounded. Did he need to start looking for a soulmate, or should he just play it by ear?
These were the types of thoughts that were floating around his head as he headed to the university library. He had gotten his class list for the following fall semester, and figured he would check out one of the assigned readings for the trip. Luckily, his university allowed that even over the summer for students who were of a certain status and had already enrolled in the fall. But like many first year students, he hadn't spent nearly as much time in the library as he probably should have. He was completely unable to use the library's antiquated database. He was completely lost. He went to the information desk.
There was a man there talking with the reference librarian. He had an air of pompousness about him. A three-piece suit (even though it was after hours during the summer), wide tie, small circular glasses, and slicked back hair completed his image. He looked like an accountant.
The librarian was a lean woman, but not thin-looking in the breakable sense. She had thick-rimmed glasses, and a nice-looking blouse that completely covered her medium sized chest. The rest of her body was obscured by the counter. Wes would put her age in the early thirties. But she had a delicate beauty about her. She wore no make-up, which was a shame because Wes thought she had some wonderful features that could be brought out, including high cheekbones and full lips. Her eyes, even behind those glasses slightly obscured them, seemed wide and beautiful. As he weighted for the man at the counter to conclude his business, Wes imagined what the woman would look like without her glasses and with her hair released from the severe bun she kept it in. He imagined she would be quite striking.
The man at the counter seemed to be finishing up, he leaned forward and kissed her very properly on the cheek. For her part, the woman just stared blankly off to the side. They exchanged cordial goodbyes, and the man wandered off. As Wes approached the counter, she seemed to be fiddling with her wedding ring.
"Hello," he said, and she reacted as she had been awoken from a daydream.
"I'm sorry. I didn't see you there. Can I help you?"
"Yeah. Sorry, but this is so embarrassing. I can't find a book."
"There are some right over there," she said with a bit of a smirk.
"Hah (pause) hah. I walked into that, didn't I?"
"Just a bit," she said with a laugh. She was prettier when she laughed. "Seriously, what's the book?"
"'Introductory Biology,' by Smith and Greenwell."
She checked her terminal. "One copy. Third floor. You just go up and . . . You know, it would be easier just to show you." She looked around to verify that no one else was waiting for service. The library was pretty much deserted. She headed towards the stairwell, apologizing that the elevators were shut down for maintenance reasons. They chatted amiably about the weather, what classes he was taking, and if he had plans for the summer. Wes didn't mind the idle chit-chat. She had a long skirt on, which clung to her hips and legs. She actually had a very nice ass, and her calves seemed strong and toned. He watched her butt move all the way up to the third floor, wishing that the book was a little further up the stairs.
They made their way along the narrow stacks of books until they came to book's assigned location. She seemed confused as she scanned the shelves.
"It should be right here! Those twits who do the reshelving had better not have . . . Damn. I think it is still waiting to be put back. The problem with using students to do these things is that they are usually really anxious to leave for the summer, and don't always get their jobs done first." She shifted direction, squeezing by him in the narrow aisle. Her midsection brushed closely against his, and he found himself getting a little hard. He hoped she hadn't noticed. She led him to a room in one corner of that floor of the library. There were piles of books all over the place.
"If you like," she said dejectedly, "I could look for it and leave it for you at the desk for the morning."
"No, that's alright. I'll help you look."
The two maneuvered around the small room, bumping into each other several times. Wes could swear that at times he had caught her looking at him from the corner of her eye, but he convinced himself he was imagining it. At one point, she was looking at a high stack of books, and she stood on small stool to get a better look. Luckily, Wes saw her waiver before she actually lost her balance. He went over and braced her. He noticed, a little late, that he had done so by placing one hand directly on her ass. He was embarrassed and quickly removed it. Unfortunately, she had shifted her weight a bit when he caught her, and now she was completely off balance. He was forced to catch her. His member was more than a little aroused already, and her leg was rubbing against it as she collected herself.
"Thanks," she said blushing furiously.
He was also blushing. "I'm sorry about that. I wasn't watching . . ."
