Library Girl - Sex Stories

Library Girl

... footnotes. Everything. I'm sure she has our entire index in her head, and not just the titles, but the position of each book on its shelf.

"When she was in middle school, she came to our director and said she wanted to work here. We were happy to take her on as an apprentice. When it came time for the kids to start the summer jobs, we hired her part-time, and she became full-time as soon as she graduated. She'll probably be here her whole life. She's our most valuable asset."

"I could tell..." I muttered. "But... why..."

"As is often the case with the autistic spectrum, she's also a highly sensitive person. She can't stand large crowds, loud noises and bright lights. The library is really the perfect place for her. And also," the librarian smiled, "she is irritated by almost any fabric that touches her skin. She wears loose clothes outside, she's socially adjusted enough... but she takes everything off whenever she can. We see no problem with that, as she never works at the reception, her domain is our depository, where people rarely go".

The librarian gave me a key card and showed me around, pointing out the rules and regulations.

"Our index room is to the left. The most popular books are in the reading rooms, and if you need anything special, just ask Lila, she's always happy to help."

***

I thanked her and dug into the index. I was really looking for something special. In my love of books, call it perverse or not, I often searched not just for a ...

... particular title, but for a particular edition and print, for particular errata, typefaces, and illustration versions. Well, if you just want the plain text, you can always resort to soulless digitals, but with real books, every little detail is precious.

And of course, the book I was looking for today - William Burroughs' "The Soft Machine", second edition - was not in the reading rooms, so I called Lila.

"The Soft Machine, second edition? Yes, no problem. Follow me, please," she said in a soft voice and led me to the depository.

As I said, the library building was old and big, and most of it was the depository, with all its corridors, stairs, and countless rooms with independent microclimate control. The smell of old books was everywhere, and I revelled in it, as one might revel in the bouquet of an expensive wine.

I was lost after the second turn, but Lila confidently led the way, her pale bare feet making no sound, turning through corridors and up and down stairs, leading me deeper and deeper into this book labyrinth, and I felt like I was in a fairy tale, in the land of books, led by a naked Snow White. And by the way, the sight of her slender figure from behind was a delight in itself.

Finally, we reached the row of bookcases, and Lila reached for the book. I could swear she was not looking for the bookshelf, she knew exactly where it was. And she pulled out the volume without hesitation among the similar ones, knowing exactly what she needed.

"Let's go to ...