Hello guest! (Level: guest) Log in

You can change the width of the story text shown below:
Use how much percent of the screen width?

[ default ] [ 10% ] [ 20% ] [ 30% ] [ 40% ] [ 50% ] [ 60% ] [ 70% ] [ 80% ] [ 90% ] [ 100% ]

Options: Plain text or PDF (fanclub only!) version  |  Mark story  |  Mark author

Don't forget to vote for this story, in the yellow voting box below the story!

Jana Cleveland has been interviewed! Click here to read interview.

Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story

tables."

"Yes, thank you so much for finding them. I wanted to check out a few books here today." He said as he opened the case and put the glasses onto his face.

"Of course, if you need me to help you find something, I'll be at the front desk," I replied.

I must say that the man who had gotten his glasses back sounded like he was well-spoken and well-dressed in his appearance. I wondered about him while I continued with my regular duties as a librarian, I was in no rush to get to know him better since I had just met him. A few minutes later, he came up to me at the front desk and asked me for his assistance in finding some books. I briefly noticed that he had a book on wines in the book basket; one of the other librarians had suggested book baskets from repurposed shopping baskets, making it easier for those who like to check more than one book at a time.

"Could you help me find a few cookbooks? Also, do you have any recommendations?" He had asked me.

"Of course," I replied as I walked with him.

I had helped him find a few cookbooks and gave him a few recommendations, some of them that I have owned a copy for myself. One of them that I suggested was a Korean cookbook that has comic book-style illustrations, he seemed interested in that one and probably wanted to cook dinner for his parents.

"If I may ask, are you taking up cooking as a hobby?" I had asked him while we looked for cookbooks.

"Yes, I am. I had recently signed up for a cooking class at the adult education center. I wanted to try something new when I'm not teaching students." He said to me.

"What subject or which subjects do you teach?" I asked him.

"I teach two subjects: Humanities and Public Speaking, both at the nearby community college. I'm a professor there." He replied.

"That's very interesting and I say that because my mom was a teacher. She taught English literature at a private school." I said to him. "Did you attend a private school?" He asked me.

"Not at all. I went to public school from kindergarten up to the 12th grade." I replied.

I felt some type of way with him while I was assisting with books; I mean, he's intelligent and handsome, not to mention very well-spoken for a community college professor. It made me wonder more about him, and imagine being touched by him in more ways than one. Princeton and I came back to the front desk a couple of minutes later; there I checked out the books for him, scanned his library card, and let him know that they're due in two weeks, which I will see him again, and I hope he can return them on time.

Two weeks later... It was on a Wednesday afternoon when Princeton came back to return the books he borrowed from the library. With his favorite pair of black-rimmed eyeglasses on his handsome face, he was ready to read again; his body frame was covered in a white polo, with the two top buttons unbuttoned and a pair of gray pants, already had me wondering about his clothing size because everything he wears fits him to a T.

"I came back to return the books I borrowed and check out a few more." Princeton said with a smile on his face.

"Always a good sign. What are you into reading today? I had asked him.

"Recently, my humanities class had just finished Oedipus Rex and had a test on that said book. I was wondering if you could help me find books on Greece. We've been having discussions on ancient Greece and their philosophy, comparing Greeks and Romans in ancient times." He explained to me.

"The one who stabbed his own eyes after he murdered his father and married the mother; family relations went wrong, unchecked pride, a tale of fate versus free will, and the origin of a complex. Also, are we looking into Greek history or Greek culture?" I asked him.

"Yes, and I'm leaning more into traveling and tourism in Greece. Places like Mykonos, Santorini, and of course Athens." Princeton replied.

From there, I helped him find a few books on visiting Greece, one of them being Fodor's travel guide on the country.

"While you're here, I can make a few recommendations for you." I suggested.

"Just as long as they don't have murders within the family and coveting one's relative or spouse." Princeton replied with a bit of a laugh. "I guess we can rule out the genre of true crime." I replied with a soft laugh.

I then made three recommendations to him, such as a James Patterson book if he wants an adrenaline-pumping action, a recently released self-help book in non-fiction, and an inspiring autobiography he can listen to on audio.

"All of those sound good." He had said.

After scanning his library card and checking out the books for him at the front desk, I printed out the receipt and wrote a note on the back with my mobile and home phone numbers before giving it to him. I reminded him that the books were due back in two weeks before he left the library. I got to know Princeton through phone calls and conversations; his parents are still alive and married for over 40 years. Both are from South Korea (his mom was from Busan and his dad was from Seoul). He likes to play golf and pickleball for fun; he cares about both his students and fellow faculty members at the college, he still gets care packages from family members, and he's a graduate of UCLA. From what I gathered, Princeton sounds like an intelligent, well-spoken, caring, kind-hearted man who loves his parents and carries a positive aura everywhere he goes. Another thing that he shared with me was that he had created a reading nook/personal library for his place out of a spare room because he wanted a comfortable place for leisurely reading, which I found very interesting and also creative. I wouldn't mind visiting his reading nook. Maybe he'll give me a personal tour of his place.

He then asked me, "Are you free this Saturday?"

I replied, "I work from 9 AM-1 PM on Saturdays, but I'm free the rest of the day."

"I'd like to take you on a bookstore date to shop for books, then go to the coffeehouse, and have dinner at my place." He said to me.

"I'd like that very much." I responded.

Thrilled at my response, he said, "It's a date. See you on Saturday."

"Can't wait!" I exclaimed.

That Saturday after my five-hour Saturday workday, we met up at the library parking lot before we got into our cars and drove to the bookstore called Bookmarked, which was on the corner of Main Street. Princeton and I each looked and bought a few books from different genres; we also bought a few bookmarks. We then walked to the Buzzed Bean coffeehouse, which was next door to Bookmarked and had a coffee bean-shaped sign. There, we talked about our book buys over coffee and Princeton showed me pictures of his reading nook on his smartphone; I then showed pictures of my bookshelf from my Instagram page. I had already gotten a buzz and not just from the two coffee drinks I had consumed.

"I'm curious about you, Evonne. What are you like and what do you like to do outside of the library?" Princeton asked me with a pure and confident smile.

"Let's see...my interests and hobbies when I'm not surrounded by books almost every day; I'm into fashion, Pinterest, and food, and I like to draw in my sketchbook. I like to relax by doing adult coloring and binge-watch travel shows; I thrive on caffeine and I love to read romance novels. If I could pick one flaw about myself, it would be my envy of those individuals whose parents are still together because my parents are divorced." I explained to him.

I then asked him, "What would be your one flaw?"

"If I could pick one flaw about myself, it would be that I'm very caring about people and the world in general. I care so much that I forget about my individual needs sometimes. For example, I was on my way to the college one morning and this one guy's car broke down on the side of the road, I helped him out by calling a tow truck, waited with him, and drove him to where he needed to go, which was his job. It felt good though it made me late for work and almost made me run out of gas that day." He replied.

After a day of book shopping and conversations over coffee, Princeton and I drove over to his place that evening. His place was a 4-bedroom/3-bedroom 3,732 square foot, two-story, Mediterranean-style house, which he bought a few years ago; the exterior of the entire house was painted a golden yellow color with white trim and a bright blue front door and the interior was just as warm and inviting with a touch of coziness. He gave me a tour of his house, which also included his reading nook on the second floor, a breakfast nook and open pantry in the kitchen, a covered lanai, and an attached two-car garage.

"Thank you for the tour of your amazing house. It's so warm and cozy on the inside and bright on the outside." I said to Princeton.

"You can relax in the living room and make yourself at home while I get dinner ready." Princeton said to me before going into the kitchen.

"Sure, I'll relax on the sofa and read one of the books I bought from Bookmarked." I replied as I sat down on the sofa in the living room.

While Princeton was getting dinner ready in the kitchen, I relaxed on the living room sofa and started reading one of the books I bought over at Bookmarked; the book was a collection of interracial erotic romance short stories that featured Black women main characters with men of other races and it's written by this author named Ruby Velvet. My nose was then enticed by the smells coming from the kitchen, thinking that dinner was ready. I placed a bookmark in my book and sat down over at the dining room table, which was a rectangular-shaped table with a mahogany finish and a matching set of six chairs.

"Do you need any help, Princeton?" I asked as I offered to help him.

"I'll get the plates and silverware ready. Can you please get the glasses from the cabinet above the stove?" He responded.

"Sure, I'll get the glasses." I said as I went into the kitchen and took out two drinking glasses from the cabinet.

"Thank you." He replied.

Princeton served the food and I placed the glasses next to both of our plates. He then said, "I hope you don't mind if we have some leftover Korean food for our dinner." Princeton said as he set the table.

"I'm sure it's all delicious." I said in anticipation.

I watched as Princeton placed several dishes on the dining room table; dinner consisted of spicy pork over rice, grilled beef short ribs, soy spinach, kimchi fried rice, green onion kimchi, and tangy seaweed salad. He showed explained each of the dishes and what they're called in Korean. Once we blessed the food, we chowed down. Everything was so delicious and flavorful, especially for leftovers. We talked a lot about books, literature, travel, current events, philanthropy, our passions, etc., all while we enjoyed leftover homemade Korean food. After dinner, we went out to the covered lanai for a leisurely, nighttime stroll; the night sky was decorated with a full moon and dazzling stars, which made the night very magical.

Princeton had asked me, "If I was a main character in a book, how would you describe me?"

My inner bibliophile gave it some thought, looked into his eyes, and then I said, "I would say: With his job as a professor at a community college, Princeton would often stimulate his mind with books on various topics while teaching his students on humanities and public speaking. Academics and intelligence aside, he can be a hero to those in need with random acts of kindness and good deeds, regardless of either being late or absent. And when he's not teaching or reading, he's an amazing home cook who makes delicious meals, though he's taking cooking classes. He often stimulates his heart and mind, but what about his body?"

I looked at him and noticed a bit of a smile with a curious look on his face.

"Now it's your turn, Princeton. Do your best. How would you describe me as a book character?" I said to him. We had a bit of a moment when he placed his hands at my waist and we looked deep into each other's eyes.

"Evonne is a modern-day Athena, who surrounds herself with books as a librarian at the public library. She's passionate about books and literacy; loves to read everywhere she goes and celebrates book-related holidays. She seeks love and passion in romance novels, despite having parents divorced at an early age. She looks like the type of woman who deserves a life filled with love, passion, and romance; she's Athena-coded with her knowledge and wisdom hidden in her librarian occupation, yet she has a longing desire to be worshipped and admired like Aphrodite." Princeton described.

I felt my heart flutter with his well-spoken words and I replied, "You described me perfectly, you have such a way with words."

"Let me prove my worthiness to you, Evonne." He said to me as he took one of my hands and kissed it.

I responded by cupping his face into my hands and gave him a slow-burning kiss on his lips. For a brief moment, I looked into his almond-shaped eyes before he returned my kiss with a deeper, passionate one. We then returned to the house where we shared another passionate kiss as we entered his reading nook, we took a breather as Princeton went to light a few wood wick candles to set the mood, the light from the candles provided a soft, warm glow. He came back and knelt in front of me, I watched as he took off my pair of chocolate brown knee-length boots.

"Would it be okay if I give you a leg and foot massage? I'm sure they're exhausted after a long day of walking and standing." Princeton said to me.

"I could use a nice massage." I replied.

I watched as he gave my legs and feet a gentle massage, I must say that a rub or massage makes for good foreplay. We moved over to the comfortable sofa where Princeton continued with my leg and foot massage, he asked me if that felt good and I told him that it felt amazing. That had me imagining those hands on the rest of my body. After a good rubdown, I deeply kissed Princeton's full set of soft lips in response and I felt his hands underneath my cropped sweater; I then let out a moan as he kissed down to my neck and played with my long, curly hair. I took my time taking off my cropped sweater and long, denim skirt till I was in my lace lingerie, Princeton looked at me and said, "You are absolutely gorgeous. Plus, you're very stacked."

Then, it was his turn to take his clothes off; he unbuttoned his dark blue button-down shirt, which revealed his built upper body, fit in all the right places. He's got the mind of a college professor in his early 40s with a body of a man 10-20 years younger, practically age-defying. if you ask me. He definitely got brains AND body!

I asked him," Can I touch it?"

He nodded yes and I slowly rubbed my hands all over his upper body, his abs rippled against my fingertips and his honey-kissed skin felt smooth to the touch. With my hands and my mouth, I began exploring his body, I made a trail of soft kisses from his neck down to his abs; my hands gave his firm back end a gentle squeeze before moving up to his back muscles.

"How does it feel when I touch your body?" I asked him.

"Your hands feel so good on my body, I want to open you like a book, Evonne." He replied.

I took my time taking off his pants and slid my hand down to feel his length against his boxer shorts, he felt thick enough to wrap my hand around it. We then made out while our hands explored each other's bodies before we sat down next to each other on the sofa, "You smell so good." Princeton breathed against my ear as he kissed my neck.

I reached into his navy blue boxer shorts and stroked his cock with my hand, I said to him, "I can't wait to feel you inside of me." Princeton then stood up and sat on his knees in front of me, he gently opened my legs like a book and started kissing my legs and inner thighs. I lifted my hips and he took off my lace panties; I watched when he licked my clit and fingered my pussy with two fingers on one hand while he stroked his cock with the other hand. I moaned and groaned in response, he was getting me wet in arousal.

After that, Princeton kissed my lips full of passion and said to me, "You taste so sweet, I want to make you wet some more."

He rubbed my pussy with his fingers and tasted it with his mouth, I responded with audible moans as I looked at him pleasuring me. I then took off my bra and gave my breasts soft squeezes and caresses to give him a show while I rubbed circles around my clit. I felt my pussy's wetness from being licked and fingered by him, I was wet and ready for his cock once he was done going down on me, but I have to make sure he has protection first.

"Princeton, do you happen to have any condoms on you?" I asked him.

"I should have some in my bathroom or nightstand, I'll check. Be right back." Princeton replied as he stepped out for a moment.

A few minutes later, he came back with a box of lubricated condoms he got from the nightstand in his bedroom. He opened the box, took out a condom, and I watched as he put the condom onto his thick, erect cock. He then took a throw pillow from the sofa and placed it under his knees, I spread my legs while my feet were on the floor. He teased my pussy lips with the tip of his condom-covered cock before gently guiding it inch by inch till he was inside me. We were in the delight position, he held me by the waist while he thrust; my pussy gave his cock a nice squeeze, making his thrusts more intense. I moaned against his ear in response while my hands traveled up and down his back. His kisses were placed on my lips and my neck. I got a smell of his cologne, which smelled so good on his skin.

Then, Princeton and I lowered our bodies from the sofa to the floor when he deeply kissed my lips. He placed the same throw pillow on my lower back before laying me down. I lifted my hips and his cock entered my pussy, where his body moved against mine, rocking his hips in a sexy figure-eight motion. My hands rubbed his back before moving down to his firm ass, drawing him deeper as he went from a slow pace to a faster one. His lips placed kisses all over my neck and I moaned against his ear, responding to his strokes. "I want you on top, let me see and feel you." He said to me.

I laid Princeton onto his back; I sat up straight, took his condom-covered cock, and guided it to my pussy. His hands were on my hips as I rode his thick cock up and down and in circles, he watched as I touched my body while on top of him. I got into the cowgirl position, he enjoyed the view from hearing his moans and I enjoyed it as well, especially when I leaned forward a little bit. He then sat up and gave my full breasts attention, he cupped them with his hands before kissing them and sucking my nipples.

He kissed his way up to my lips as we switched positions, I took a pillow and rested my head while Princeton took a weighted blanket and placed it on the floor. We then moved into the linguini position, He knelt directly behind me with one of his knees between my legs before penetrating deep in my pussy, I moaned in response to his deep strokes. His hands held onto my hips as he continued stroking me, though I was very relaxed in this position, I definitely enjoyed the ride and my groans let him know. Pleasure racked my body with each thrust as he increased the tempo, stimulating my g-spot. We made sounds of pleasure while reaching the climax.

"OMG, you're going to make me cum!" I moaned.

"Come for me, Evonne, come for me!" He groaned.

Finally, Princeton removed the condom from his cock and let out an audible groan as his hot seed spilled on the small of my back. But he wasn't done just yet, he then placed my body on the sofa. With his knees on the floor and a pillow under my lower back, he placed his head between my somewhat closed legs and performed oral on me. My inner thighs rested on both sides of his head, his lips and tongue tasted my sweet nectar while I moaned, gasped, and groaned. Princeton joined me on the sofa, took the weighted blanket, and covered our naked, lust-perspired bodies with it; he held my trembling body close to his and planted soft kisses on my face and neck. I rested on the sofa as Princeton got up to get us some water.

A few moments later, Princeton in his glasses and black sweatpants came back to the reading nook with two cold bottles of water for us. I have never seen a hotter, half-naked man in glasses since Brad Pitt in The Favor until I saw Princeton. I couldn't get the visions of our hot and steamy night together out of my mind, they were enough to fill a hard drive.

"That was so incredible, better than any romance novel." I said to him as I took a sip of my water.

"You're so amazing, Evonne." He replied, wrapping his arms around me.

We talked about our sexual encounter while our hearts slowed down and our bodies recovered. He then got out a copy of The Little Black Book of Sexual Positions from the bookshelf; we looked at it together and talked about the positions we wanted to try for the next round. As I said, our night together was better than any romance novel love scene.

THE END

Do you like this story? If you do, you may be interested to know that the author also has several other stories on the site that are available to the members of the EroticStories.com FanClub!
Click here to read more about the FanClub.

Request from webmaster Art:
Don't forget to vote for this story in the yellow voting box below!
Authors really appreciate the votes and it only takes a few seconds!

Options: Plain text or PDF (fanclub only!) version for easy saving or printing

ESmail: Click here to send a private message to Jana Cleveland (with ESmail, the site's internal message system)

Authors appreciate feedback! Please vote, and write to the authors to tell them what you liked or didn't like about the story!

Profile for Jana Cleveland, incl. 44 stories Email: justboycrazy2010@hotmail.com Add this author to your favorite author list Add this story to your favorite story list Send this story to me through email Recommend stories for further reading

Give your opinion about this story: select here 1 (terrible) 2 .. 3 .. 4 .. 5 (reasonable) 6 .. 7 .. 8 .. 9 .. 10 (excellent)

Send feedback to this author: Your name: Your message to Jana Cleveland:     (You are not logged in, so you can't send private messages) Public: post this message in the public feedback below