For as long as I can remember the most important item in my life has been books. I remember in year one being taken into the school library where we were told that we could select a book to take home to read. Of course, the teacher meant picture books with a little writing that our parents could read to us: I selected a massive book that my mother told me was about something called physics. The following morning the book was returned but only after I had looked at all the pictures.
Seven years later I found myself in a class where the Dewey Classification System was explained and once more the world of books became even more important. At the end of year seven, I topped the class in library studies and the following term was asked if I would like to become a library monitor: this was my real start in books and libraries. Initially, I think the school may have regretted making me the library monitor because during our break periods I never left the library where I always found something to do. On leaving school I was awarded the Librarian prize which was something that had never happened before. At university where I studied an arts degree with English Literature as my major, I had only one wish and that was to work in libraries.
At the age of twenty-one, I graduated and found work in the city library as a junior assistant which I enjoyed for two years. Finally becoming bored with just working on the front desk or wheeling trollies of returned books I began to make inquiries about working at a school library where I would be in charge of the entire section.
It wasn't until twelve months later that I heard of a large Anglican Girls School seeking a librarian to take charge of the school's main library as well as a library in the boarding house. With shaking hands I sent in my qualifications and five weeks later was invited for an interview which was in-depth and had my knees shaking for the half-hour it took to complete a walk around the school while answering questions about my past work: needless to say I won the position and was told to commence work first term in the New Year.
Now I know everyone's thoughts about librarians. They are small men or women wearing very thick lenses because they've ruined their eyes by reading too much. The women are mostly mousy looking with short drab-colored hair: in short, they are dull uninteresting people. Well, I am the opposite being five feet eight with long honey blond hair. I do wear glasses but have been doing so since just before my eleventh birthday when I was diagnosed as being short-sighted. I have a small nose with a dimple on my left cheek and well-formed kissable lips. Unfortunately, my breasts seem to match the set idea about librarians because they are small and hence attract very little attention.
One point I should raise here is that I am more attracted to women than men. While at university I had several short flings with other like-minded women, but it wasn't until my final year that I found myself in a long-term relationship. She was doing a degree in biological science and it was this that finally came between us. Although it didn't occur until after I had graduated she still had to complete one more year. We discussed it for a long time but when I secured my position at the library which happened to be a full day's travel from the university, we regretfully decided to make a clean break although even to this day we are still good friends
You may find it interesting that I accepted a position at an all-girls school, but I had taken this into consideration and had set myself rules which mostly stated that there were not to be any relationships with anyone at the school. For the first twelve months, everything worked to plan, and I found myself organizing my two libraries where I cataloged new books and taught year seven girls library studies. Then the second year commenced, and I found that not only did we have a whole new year seven, but we also had a new girl from France joining the school as a final year student. Although most of the girls in her year were seventeen going on eighteen, she was already nineteen going on twenty which was caused by her diplomat parents hauling her around the world which meant she had excellent English but due to the many different curricula she found herself lacking in a number of other departments one of which was how to navigate a library.
Her name was Amélie and when she entered the library after the final bell had rung, I was smitten. She was taller than me standing around five feet ten with brown hair which she wore short. She had a pleasant face with deep brows and dark eyes. Her nose was much like mine, but it had a lean to the right which she said was caused when a hockey ball broke it. Unlike me, she possessed breasts that were perfect being of a nice size and shape where mine were mere bumps. She had a dark complexion but that's not surprising seeing she had just come from a tropical climate where our climate was temperate. I found her intelligent although a little scatterbrained and easily distracted.
Our first session was simply an introduction to the library where I explained the main groupings and what could be found in them. I loved her accent which could be defined as soft and alluring and talking to her I found my pussy begin to tingle with excitement. Our library sessions were supposed to be forty minutes but talking with Amélie was not easy because she was always taking off on a tangent which caused confusion and I made a note to raise the problem with the headmistress hoping to be given extra time so as to bring her up to scratch for her most important school year.
Time went by and we continued our classes working slowly due to her always talking about the past weekend or some concert she had attended: I should note here that she is highly talented with the cello and hoped to complete a degree in music. One evening it was cold with sleet blowing on the wind which meant we were in for an early winter. Seeing that Amélie was not well dressed for the turn in weather I volunteered to drive her home and pulling up outside her lovely two-story colonial sandstone residence I turned to rummage around behind my seat for a small collapsible umbrella. It was while doing this that I felt her hand run along my thigh and under my skirt which caused me a brief moment of panic before turning back where I was met by Amélie kissing me her tongue running along my closed lips.
Struggling back, I began to speak nervously explaining that we cannot do this because it's most inappropriate because she was a student while I'm the teacher.
Amélie replied with a few tears beginning to form under her eyelids.
"But why? After all, I am already nineteen and before the end of this year will be twenty. For fuck's sake, I am a woman."
"Yes, you may be, a woman but you are still a school student. Now let's forget all this and we will meet again on Monday afternoon."
I sat watching her as she walked to her front door noticing that she was crying which made me feel a beast. I knew I was right, but it still hurt.
Our library sessions over the next few weeks were tense with Amélie who is usually very punctual arriving late and not doing much to help herself until one Friday afternoon when she slammed her books on a table announcing that it's not fair.
Trying to be tactful I made a few suggestions on how we can continue but Amélie refusing to cooperate and calling me a fucking cunt collected her things and stormed out.
That evening I sat at home crying because I was at my wit's end. I was aware of Amélie's tactics ... 'I will only cooperate if you will accept me.' It was a very slow seduction and although I was fighting I knew that there would be only one winner. Amélie is incredibly beautiful and I recognized her intelligence although other teachers were commenting on how her schoolwork had changed. Where she had been a willing outgoing resourceful scholar, she was now losing ground. Her mathematics teacher caused me to look up one lunch when she said that she felt Amélie was having some sort of relationship issue. This frightened me because recognizing Amélie's emotional characteristics and knowing that it would only take a small crisis at school to cause her to breakdown and reveal the reason for her loss of interest in her schoolwork.
Taking a bath, I lay in the tub thinking about the past few weeks. Amélie's quiet seduction was beginning to get to me and like her, it was beginning to have an effect on my whole workplace demeanor and I knew it wasn't going to be long before other members of staff noticed. I lay soaking until the water began to chill me so getting out, I wandered through to my bedroom where I lay with just my dressing gown wrapped around me until the cool night began to chill me so getting up, I made cocoa and sat by the loungeroom heater.
I sat there thinking about Amélie and how I could possibly talk her through her unfortunate infatuation. If only we were at the end of the school year and I could talk her into waiting just a few weeks longer, but we were only half-way through the second term and I knew that it would be impossible to hide a teacher-student relationship for more than half the year.
My reverie was broken by my door chimes sounding and drawing my bathrobe close I sat hoping the person would go away, but the chimes only sounded once more so getting up I reluctantly opened the door to find Amélie standing in tears. It was probably the coldest night of the year and she stood shivering as the tears coursed down her pretty cheeks.
"Amélie for God's sake how did you get here?"
