Book Worm

Disclaimer: This story will eventually contain abuse and forced sexual relations. If you are disgusted by either concept, turn back now; you’ll be wasting both our times if you read it. For all of you who don’t care, lets get on with it. Yet first I’d like to mention my dear friend Sara (Corrupted_Sara), if it wasn’t for her good-natured prodding I’d never have written this story. She is also responsible for some of the ideas and concepts in this story, and also honored me by helping me edit it.


Ever since they’d built the new library, he’d been there every single day, getting lost in the piles of historically based fictions and constantly studying for his college classes. Yet no matter how much he tried to convince himself he was doing it to broaden his intellectual boundaries, he could never seem to stop himself from watching the one girl he lusted after like no other. Michelle was a tall girl, she looked like she might be in her early 30s and had beautiful blue eyes that could melt any man’s heart. She was just the right weight as far as Patrick was concerned; she wasn’t skinny, but she wasn’t large enough to be called fat, she managed to fit the perfect medium. She was the head librarian and her uniform fit her body in a perfect way, beautifully accentuating her curvy body and showed off her gorgeous ass superbly. He’d tried so many times to get her attention, but he never could manage to get her to pay attention to him, unless he was signing out another book. So day in and day out, he’d show up at the library, always too afraid to actually talk to her unless it was about a certain book he was signing out. As he would read, he’d secretively stare at her breathtaking beauty.

He knew he could never be attractive enough to mean much of anything to her; he just wasn’t a looker and never had been. He was tall to the point of almost looking gangly. He’d been rather tall since he could remember and could barely remember a time when he was shorter then someone. His tallness wouldn’t have been such a bad thing, except for the fact that he had absolutely no muscle tone whatsoever, and probably never would. He’d always envied the well-built, toned jocks he was constantly tormented by during school, and always believed that if he could look like them everything would get better for him. He had spent years working out trying to become just like his tormentors, but he finally gave up when he realized that he just could not build an admirable muscle tone, no matter how hard he tried. He knew his face was rather homely—he had been told so by too many girls to count over his high school years, and his hair certainly didn’t help matters any. He had blondish-brown hair that grew at an exponential rate, so even after he cut it, it’d look like he had a chia-pet on his head a week or so later. His hair seemed to bring out the homeliness of his face, somehow accentuating it and making it all that much more noticeable.

Over the years, Patrick had been building up the courage to walk up to Michelle’s desk and ask her to dinner or possibly even a movie. With any luck, she’d come back to his place for a drink and he could have her like he’d always dreamed about. It was over two years before he could muster up the balls to go ahead and make the next logical step in building a relationship with her. The day that he finally got the courage to ask her to dinner, he’d been at the library studying for an American History exam the next day, and watching Michelle go about her duties from behind his textbook. Watching her was beginning to be torture to him, knowing that he didn’t have what it took to merely walk over there and ask her what he had wanted to for years now. Several hours later he was signing out a book and ready to leave, when he blurted out what he wanted to for so long. He was standing there and without thinking about it, he asked “Michelle, I have really liked you for quite a while, and was wondering if maybe after you’re done here you’d like to go out for a bite to eat.” He had no idea where it had come from, and was scared to death of what Michelle would say. She just stared at him for the longest time.

Authors Note: Sorry about the cliffie, you’ll just have to wait to see what happens next chapter. Please let me know what you think of it so far