Many
an afternoon was spent in the old college library surrounded by books. Senior year she spent most of her time there
studying. Once fate brought them
together, they went there often with friends to study and complete papers for
class. They sat side by side at the same
table with friends each working on their own work. Stealing glances, holding hands under the
table, neither getting much work done as they only had eyes for each other in
the early days of their relationship.
The chemistry between them was electric and palpable. Their friends joked that they should get a
room. They shyly glanced at each other
and giggled mischievously whenever this was suggested and continued to keep up
pretenses of work.
One
day after reading the same sentence for the umpteenth time she took his
hand. Their eyes met, and they knew they
must…if only this once. Their need for
each other was too great. They hurried
deep into the stacks, back into the bowels of the library where few ever
tread. Back to where the light was
dimmed and the older volumes were kept.
Once there they embraced. With a
shared smile, their lips found each other as they seemed to melted into one. The outside world faded and all that was left
was the two of them, the heat that radiated off of them, and the urgent lust
that demanded to be satisfied. Their
caresses held urgency as they lost themselves in each other. There was always that chance they would be
discovered which fueled their passion even more. In that one moment, they were the only two people that existed. They could have been anywhere even on a beach at sunset.
Ten years later they are happily married and she visits the library weekly with their daughter for story time. Even now, the smell of old books reddens her cheeks and makes her deliciously hot. Only her husband knows what went on in the stacks all those years ago. Only he knows how the smell of old books still affects her. Those long ago moments surrounded by old books were the single most erotic moment of her life. It is a memory her fantasies have been based on ever since.
This is a fictional tale written for the Write Tribe Wednesday writing prompt "the smell of old books".
