The Sex Club at the Library

Not an urban legend; after all

During my second year at Harvard University, I learned about the club.

Harvard was a top university, attracting the best minds. People who became movie stars, judges and presidents. We even had credit for a social media mogul whose app was bringing down the world one 👍 at a time. Hey, don’t blame us for him. We didn’t know.

I was in the bio lab when my partner mentioned it.

“Hey. Did you hear about the sex club in the library?” Joel whispered while I studied the slide.

I looked up at him, skeptical. He wasn’t the best listener. “A sex club? At the library? What do they discuss? What condoms are best for dynamic or static stretching?”

Joel rolled his eyes. “No stupid. It’s an actual sex club. Swinging from the stacks. Banging on the books. Licking librarians…literally!” Joel giggled at his alliteration. “First years can’t join, but we can. Let’s do it. There’s a test and everything.”

Leaning in closer, I whispered back. “A test. To do what? Join? You know how to fuck or not. It’s not hard.” I laughed at my joke.

Joel closed his eyes, frustrated at my goof. “No, man. Look, it’s more than that. It’s to show that we’re smart enough to be in a Harvard Sex Club. They don’t want losers. They are looking for smart men. Women too. People who want to learn, explore and grow in sexual know-how. And have sex hanging off the ceiling. You can’t forget that part.”

The lab wrapped up, and we split off into separate directions. Classes were done for the day, and I returned to the dorms.

Sitting in my bunk, I thought about everything Joel mentioned. It didn’t seem real. The idea of a sex club in the library had to be a joke. My 4th-year roommate walked in. Steve was a BioChemistry major who knew the library inside and out.

“Hey, man. You ever hear about a sex club in the library? That’s a joke on new students, right?” I watched Steve dump his bag and flop on his bed.

Sitting up, he motioned for me to close the door. I did and then mirrored his pose. “Finally heard about it, did you? Where? In the bio lab? Those lab assistants can’t keep their mouths shut.”

“It’s real? Dude! Give me the details. I want in!”

Steve explained the basics. There was a members-only sex club at Harvard. They met in a secret library section, closed off to research students with few keys. No walk-ins. You had to be invited by a member. You had to pass a test.

Clean play, no diseases, no hurting people, and “NO” was always respected. Consent was the club’s motto. It focused on learning about yourself, the body and your desires. Kink and fetish were encouraged, and everyone was body-positive. It was not about a perfect body. It was all about a healthy mind.

My mind was blown. I had to learn more. “Are you a member? Can I join?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” Steve grabbed his iPad and made a few quick notes. “Someone will send you a list soon. Follow the instructions, and you’ll be considered for the club.”

A week later, as I waited for molecular biology to start, the teaching assistant walked up. Melody was hot and stacked like the books she carried. She thrust an envelope into my hand.

“Follow the instructions. Be at that location in two weeks.” I gaped at her boobs falling out of her shirt when she leaned in. “Don’t be an ass. Think, and you might make it in.”

I tore open the manila envelope, pulling out the forms inside. Included were a police background check, a requisition for STI testing at student health, three references, and several personality trait questions. Something you’d see if you were interviewing. Except for the STI ones. Those aren’t standard.

The last page had one question on it. Instructions to appear with all the completed forms, and the answer to the question at the appointed place and time. They wanted a verbal reply, in person. Not an essay of 1000 words. Succinct and clear was the intent.

I read the question out loud. “What does a woman want?”

I heard a laugh in front of me from another student. He nodded and lamented, “That’s a question with no answer.” The professor walked in, and I stuffed the papers in my bag.

I wasted no time getting the paperwork going. Test results returned in about a week, the same with the background check. The big question was the only question. I spent hours thinking about what it meant.

Did it mean sexually? It was a sex club, after all. Did they all want rigid, ripped bodies with huge cocks that got a hard time after time without any refractory period? Did they want someone who loved to eat pussy? A man with an oral fixation could spend hours worshipping her from below.

What about socially? Acceptance into a male-dominated workplace? More money? More opportunity? A chance to grow? Learning? Safe places to hike and jog? There are so many things that a woman could want. What was the best one?

I didn’t have a clue. The one girlfriend in Grade 10 didn’t teach me much. I now focused on school with some hookups when I needed a release. A sex club, though? A way to get that release where we all want the same thing? That I can get behind. No girlfriends. Just pleasure. I needed that answer.

Two weeks passed quickly, and that night at 8:30, I headed to the library archives in the basement. It was closing soon, but I slipped in before they told people to leave. I walked through the oldest part of the basement, full of musty books and poor lighting. People rarely came to this section. I sat by the fountain and waited until someone came by. Twenty minutes passed, and I was about to leave when Melody sat beside me. She asked for my forms. She read them all quickly. Satisfied I met the requirements, she said, “Follow me.”

We walked through a maze of stacks to a dark door, half hidden by some boxes. You’d never see it if you didn’t know it was there. It was artfully hidden in plain sight. She knocked twice, and it opened slightly. I could see a pair of green eyes peeking out.

The feminine voice asked, “What does a woman want?” Both Melody and the woman at the door waited for my reply. I paused. I had to get this right.

“To live her life… her way.”

Melody smirked and nodded. The answer seemed to please her. The door opened wide now, showing the delights waiting to be seen and had.

Her hand rested on a curvy hip covered in black lace. A green eye winked at me.

“Welcome to The Naughty Nerd.”

Welcome to the Naughty Nerd? Are you a member? What happens there? Feel free to run with this and give us a night to remember. And stay tuned for what happens next for our newest addition. He has potential.