Dante' had a habit of lingering in the college library, although no one really knew why. He wasn't a scholar and wasn't very fond of books to begin with. But Elsbeth the librarian, was the reason he stayed. She had a generous beauty about her. Cloaked beneath her prim and proper dress. Dante' saw beyond all that, her bewitching eyes that twinkled when he would catch her innocently looking at him, the expression of her full pink lips when she was concentrating. The tight bun carefully formed at the back of her head hiding her long auburn hair. All he could think about was what her luscious little body with her voluptuous curves and swells would feel like squirming beneath him.
He watched her everyday memorizing her delicate features, the gentle sway of her hips when he watched her skirts sweep across the hardwood floor. Yes she was perfect, maybe even too perfect. And maybe she was too good for him, although he did not care. All that mattered was the stir she created in his loins and he had to have her.
Elsbeth was born into a devout catholic society. Brought up by Nuns and forced into a life of servitude, to become a bride of the higher being. Remain pure, no thoughts of wicked lust. She was told that boys were the spawns of Satan, they were born bad and forced by their own nature to corrupt innocent girls with their poisonous words.
Dante' seemed the very condensation of everything she'd been taught about boys, with his brown hair framing a pair of gleaming green eyes set in a strong, square jawed face. His body was hard, with corded muscles that were easily seen beneath his tightly fitted T-shirt and blue jeans. His mouth seemed set in a perpetual smile, whenever she dare glance at him out of the corner of her eye.
For his part, Dante' had no understanding of her inhibitions... nor did he care, beyond the breaking of them. He would shed her of such limitations as he did her prim little dress. He burned with the very nature that Elsbeth had been warned about.
One Friday afternoon, as the rest of the library customers finished their business and departed, Dante' made his way to the second story attic, where Elsbeth habitually returned to, filing the older tomes. Propping himself up in a chair, he relaxed while he waited for his prey.
Elsbeth finished closing up the rest of the library shortly thereafter. Dante' listened as she began locking the main entrances. She sashayed up the stairs to the second floor, as she did every night. Though the building had an elevator as required by law, she preferred to take the stairs. It was by constantly walking and moving during the day, that she maintained a healthy physique. Her soft ass swayed underneath her skirt as she moved, her hips moving in a gentle, almost dance-like motion.
She reached the top of the stairs, grateful this night was over and she could go home to a nice warm bath and a Dickens novel. Something beyond the corridor stirred and she called out. "Shamus is that you? Hello…is someone there?"
Slowly she stepped, inching her way closer, a book in her hand using it as a shield and ready to strike. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." The deep baritone voice spoke as he removed the book from her hand in one easy motion.
Elsbeth turned quickly, her glasses flew off of her face as she bumped into something akin to a brick wall.
The force made her stumble backward falling to the floor her skirts bunched up her stocking covered thighs. What a beautiful mess she made Dante' thought as he chivalrously extended his hand. She slid her soft hand in his as he gently lifted her to her feet. "I'm sorry, are you all right? He questioned although fully amused. He held her there for a brief moment staring into her face. Her hair tumbling carelessly down her back, and just what he had been dreaming about all those empty nights. And for the first time he realized just how beautiful she did look without those old maid glasses…
"Old maid…indeed," he whispered softly raising his free hand to touch a loose tendril.
"I'm sorry, did you say something?" her voice shaking more from the heat of his large hand holding her small one and his fingers gingerly playing with her hair. Dante' dared to pull her closer. Elsbeth tried to loosen her hand from his strong grip, but he held it firm, then tempted to lay it on his beating heart. After all, Dante' was a rule breaker when it came to women. She felt his hard chest breathing a bit heavy. A large pit began to form in her belly as she felt the blood draining from her face.
This man was real, the closest she would ever get to one in her thirty years. Never did she ever think upon a man with lust in her mind. No that was not what the nuns taught her. She would repent if she allowed this to go further. She could feel the fires of hell casting a stone in her direction and what a cruel punishment it would be! And here she was…alone with the big bad wolf.
Blasphemous! Her mind repeated over and over.
