His Lusty MILF Librarian

By Alana Church

Every year, Brynn Martin chooses a high-school senior to be her lover during the summer. Michael Kroger is the poor son of a single mother, working and saving for college. But when Michael goes to Brynn's house to return a lost debit card, his world gets turned upside down. Because he's won a night in bed from "His Lusty MILF Librarian!"

~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~

Brynn covered the pot and bent to place it back in the oven. As she did, she became aware of two things.

First, her robe was riding a little...high on her thighs as she bent over. The warm air of the kitchen flowed in, doing little to cool the carnal heat in her core, which had become more aroused, not less, due to Michael’s presence.

Secondly, she confirmed with a quick glance over her shoulder, Michael’s eyes were riveted on her. The knuckles on the hand that held his mug were white with strain, but his face was red as a stop sign.

But I don’t want him to stop. I want him to start.

But I think it’s going to take a little push to get him going.

Not hurrying, Brynn closed the door and pulled off her oven mitts, placing them neatly on the counter. “So, Michael,” she said as she sat back down, making sure she was between him and the door. “Did you like what you saw?”

If anything, his blush grew fiercer. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, I think you do.” Carefully, as if he were a shy animal unused to a friendly gesture, she put a hand on his forearm. The muscles there were hard and tense. “I don’t mind. How would we ever get cute little babies if men and women didn’t find each other attractive?”

She could barely hear his mutter. “I...I shouldn’t be looking at you like that. It’s not polite.”

“Polite?” She laughed, deep and clear, and Michael’s head jerked up in surprise. “Who the heck cares about polite? Polite is for when you’re visiting your grandmother, or making sure that everyone gets a cupcake at the birthday party.

“When I have a handsome young man like you in my kitchen, Michael, I don’t want him to be polite. I want to know that he finds me attractive.

“So? Do you?”

Brynn saw his lips shape the word, but no sound reached her ears. Keeping her voice warm and kind, she repeated herself. “Do you?”

This time she heard him. “Yes.”

Her body tingled with the thrill of triumph. But it was a long way from this reluctant admission to having the young man in her bed. “Well. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Despite her promise to be good, she let her smile widen. “And is it?”

“Is it what?”

“Hard, of course.” Her hand slid down Michael’s arm. A good arm, young and strong. Her thumb danced over his knuckles. “That’s the wonderful thing about high-school men. I get older. But they stay the same age."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Sep 25, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005519377

Alana Church

Born and raised in Illinois, Alana attended the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign, graduating with a degree in Education in 1994. She soon found out that the teaching life was not for her, and after a series of adventures has settled down in the Chicago suburbs, where she works for a telecommunications company.Alana lives alone, surrounded by books, pictures, a pile of story ideas, and a turtle named Pedro.

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His Lusty MILF Librarian

By Alana Church

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Copyright 2020 Alana Church

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~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~

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Chapter 1: Taking What They’re Giving

I love my job.

Brynn Martin leaned back in her chair. Around her was the hush of the school library. A few dozen computers, a sturdy shelf of newspapers, periodicals and magazines, and the stacks of books, running in neat rows down the rear half of the room. Not as many as she would have liked, of course. It was a running joke in the staff lounge that when budget time came around, Miss Martin always asked for twice as much as the school district was willing to give her. But over the last ten years, she had managed to upgrade a facility that had been permanently stuck in the nineteen-seventies into one of the best high-school libraries in west-central Illinois.

Of course, she thought with an inner smile, it wasn’t as if there was a whole lot of competition for that honor. Haven was forty miles from Peoria, fifty miles from Springfield, and light-years away from anything that resembled the twenty-first century. A farm town that always seemed a few bad years away from dying altogether, it was riddled by poverty. The good jobs had left years ago. Now there wasn’t much left besides the farms and the businesses that served them. And three or four bad harvests in a row would kick the remaining supports right out from under the five thousand or so people who lived in the town.

Which made her job all the more important. Many of the kids in the high school didn’t have much money at home. And what they did have was spent on necessities, not high-speed internet connections and laptop computers. So most of the young men and women who had the ambition and brains to try to get out of town and into the bigger world depended on the school library.

Yes. They depend on me. And I depend on them. Sure, Brynn could probably have gotten a job at a bigger school district. Or gotten out of education altogether and been a librarian in a larger town. But Haven was a good, clean place to live and raise her two children. The cost of living was cheap, the rent on her house was low, and she was able to get dependable day-care after school for Larry and Aliya.

And then, there were the invisible benefits. Like the ability to choose lovers from among the male students at the high school. A benefit which no one knew about besides herself. And her lovers, of course.

Brynn was careful. She knew how dangerous the game she played was. All it would take was one loose-lipped teenager to ruin her comfortable little life.

Which was why she chose her targets very, very carefully. After she and her husband divorced, she had grown everlastingly tired of the men her own age. They were so in love with their own personalities that sometimes she thought that they should save time and maybe clone themselves. Then they could stare at each other all day and tell themselves how great they were. No. Young men were better. They were young, they were grateful, they were practically tireless in bed, and with her ability to cut off the free-flowing spigot of risk-free sex that every teenager craved, they were something she could control.

Of course, she mused regretfully, the dreary dead period between one lover and the next, as she carefully selected the high-school senior who would share her bed until he went away to college, had the tendency to wear on her. But even that had its own special flavor of excitement. Until she chose, she had all of them. After, she only had one.

Which was why it was very, very important that she choose wisely.

The bell rang, and the scattering of students who were using their final-period study hall to do work in the library gathered their things and left. With a smile, Brynn got up, walking around the large room as she put things away. A few reference books, the sports section of the St. Louis paper one of the sports-crazy sophomores had left out, and a scattering of notebook paper that someone had forgotten to throw in the recycling bin.

The door opened, and one of her favorite students walked in. Hi there, Michael. What’s up?

Hi, Miss Martin. The dark-haired senior looked at her, then glanced away shyly.

"What are you doing here? School’s out. Or didn’t you hear the