Being a piano instructor at a large university is not as glamorous as it sounds. I sit in my studio all day long teaching lessons and, since I’m the newest of the three piano teachers, none of my students are the talented piano majors. Mine are the future elementary and middle school music teachers who need to attain a certain level of proficiency to do their jobs. When not teaching there are endless committee meetings to attend and student recitals I have to grade. On top of all that, my contract requires that I complete my doctor’s degree within five years or I have to start looking for a new job. One Wednesday evening last fall I was in one of the faculty study rooms at the university music library working on my dissertation when I heard footsteps outside the room and the door quietly opened.
”Pardon me, sir. We're about to close.”
I turned around, expecting to see Miss Eldridge, the old crone who usually works the reference desk at night, but this was definitely not Miss Eldridge. This woman looked to be about thirty, with auburn hair, a cute turned-up nose and the most intriguing green eyes I had ever seen. I must have been staring because as I gazed at this stranger she blushed, turned and walked out of the study room without closing the door behind her. As she walked away I noticed her shapely legs below the black skirt that ended a few inches above her knees.
Great legs, I thought to myself, rising from my chair to follow her out. I hurried in the direction of the reference desk but didn’t see her there. As I moved past the bank of computers I glimpsed her turning a corner ahead. Rushing ahead I caught up to her.
“Hello. Are you new here?” I asked.
“Yes. I’m the new reference librarian,” she said.
At this point my brain reverted to its freshman year in college and made my mouth blurt out, “The usual librarian is pretty old, and not much to look at. If you're working here I'll be coming in more often.”
This juvenile remark caused her to look at me like I had just farted, but with an enigmatic smile she said, “We'd love to have you whenever you can come.”
As I left the library, I began to play I wonder. I wonder if the new librarian is single. I wonder if she has a boyfriend. Hell, I wonder what her name is. I was in such a hurry to catch her, I didn’t even introduce myself, much less ask her name.
I was still thinking as I walked through the faculty parking lot. I got into my car to head back to my apartment. I couldn’t get her face out of my mind and wondered if I had a shot with her. Driving the few miles home I wondered how I could find out more about her without making it obvious I was enthralled with her. I was still deep into these thoughts when I pulled in to my parking space and reached into the back seat to retrieve my briefcase. Problem. The briefcase wasn’t there. I looked on the passenger side floorboard. No luck. Then it hit me…I had been so distracted by the new librarian that I’d left my briefcase in the study room. Looking at my watch I saw it was 8:50. By the time I got back to the library it would be after nine o’clock and everything would be locked up. Fortunately all that was in that briefcase was my dissertation research.
Without my briefcase my evening plans for work were thwarted. Maybe it was a sign that I needed to relax this evening, I decided as I headed inside. Looking in the fridge I spotted last night’s pizza and a couple of beers. After finishing off the pizza and beer I checked my email and Facebook accounts and went to bed.
Sleep came quickly and so did the dream. When the dream began I had just arrived at the music library. There was no one at the desk, but I heard a noise coming from the stacks. Following the noise I went to the very back of the stacks and saw the librarian on a ladder trying to reach a book on the top shelf. At the angle I was viewing I could see her navy blue skirt riding up and unwittingly exposing the fact that she was wearing stockings, not pantyhose. I could see her upper thigh where the clasp of the garter held up the silky fabric. My mind was wandering where my eyes could not, up to the joining of her thighs, and I fantasized about what it would be like to run my hand above the stocking.
As I moved closer I accidentally bumped into a large book that extended beyond the shelf and it fell to the floor. The sudden noise caused the startled librarian to look around and, in doing so, lost her balance. I raced forward and luckily was close enough to catch her before she struck the floor.