Story 1, Part 1: "Suggestive Sex Pun Here"
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Posted:Nov 14, 2014 3:37 pm
Last Updated:Nov 17, 2014 12:24 pm
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Matt was what you would normally consider your typical guy. 23 years old, a student at a local university. Average grades, a job at a local book shop, with a family from a conservative background. A girlfriend here or there in high school, sex twice in his life- wait, three times if you count that blowjob he got after senior prom in the basement of his friend's place.
But college was different. It changed him. He could feel it. Average wasn't good enough anymore. He knew it wasn't about grades, or about work. He was fine with his situation there. But his body, his appetite for women, something had changed. The girls he met all throughout college bored him, they were either too promiscuous to be a challenge, or too critical about every little thing about him.
No, what he wanted wasn't logical, or even biological. Something animal, something aggressive stirred inside him. And now he found himself, a young man with barely any sexual experience, with a woman, bare from head to toe, kneeling at his feet, panting, begging for more, moaning his name. He only realized now how much had changed in just the course of 7 weeks.
Let's backtrack a bit, to where it began.
Week One
Matt had just finished his undergraduate at a local state school. His major in English and a minor in Political Studies had done little to help him find his calling in life, and he found himself back at his bookstore job for the summer, wondering what he would do now. Tens of thousands of dollars in his education, and nothing to show for it.
He sighed as he paged though an old favorite - The Great Gatsby - Something about the suggestion of stealing another man's wife away, and being a mysterious character drew him to the story. But today just wasn't cutting it. The book more seemed to mock him more than anything. Outside, a light cold rain pattered against the windows. He watched his reflection. Light brown hair, a little messy, but he liked it looking a little natural, his hazel eyes, bored even from his perspective, his face, a little sharp, but not to intense. He just looked like an average man, even from his eyes. No meaning, it felt, even in his imagination.
The bell rang singling someone entering the store. The first costumer all day, maybe all week. Hardly anyone but elderly regularly read physical books now. The person moved towards one of the shelves, and Matt barely even looked up before turning to his next page. A moment passed, before the figure walked up to the counter. It was then that Matt realized the 'Click Clack' of her high heeled shoes. He looked up.
She was stunning. Most literally, he was in awe. A woman, standing as tall, maybe even a little taller than him in her high heels, stood in front of him. Blonde hair, slightly waved, and partially covering her face. Lips, red as a ripe cherry, and skin, barely tanned, but her eyes... her eyes are what drew him in. A bright, solid blue, standing out against her hair and her lips, eyes that could make any man weak. But... There was something else. Something in her eyes that Matt though he saw, for only a moment. An invitation? A suggestion? Even... a bit of weakness?
"Hello?"
Matt jumped, visibly. How long had he just gotten lost in this woman?
"Yes, sorry, how can I help you?" He said, trying not to look at her again, but failing badly as he closed his book.
"I asked if you could help me find something. I've been looking all over for it and I haven't been able to find a single copy in all the regular bookstores."
Matt looked down. She was holding a piece of paper, with bright red ink on it. He glanced at it. Seemed possible. He nodded and stood up, going down the isles to a far back corner of the store. Odd, that he never came back here to browse. Why was that? He traced his fingers along the authors, crouching down low to find the book.
"Ah, here it is." He said, pulling out a rather dated style of paperback. He glanced at it. How to train obedience in fancy letters on the front, and... a woman? laying on her side, her face in a wanting expression. He turned red. From the title, he had assumed it was some sort of animal training manual. He turned to offer the book to the woman behind him.
She was standing over him, looking down. It was then that he realized her fully, looking at her from the bottom up. Shoes, a dark black, pointed and sharp, way too high to be considered normal heels. Definitely not the right choice today. Her dress, a simple white and red mix, flowing barely to her upper leg, and her chest, slightly larger than average, but definitely exposed aggressively. Her nails, hands and toes, done in a cherry red, and her sweet perfume wafted over him as a soft sweet smell. He glanced up casually, without meaning to, and realized something was missing. He panicked.
"Here.... Here you go." He looked at the floor in confusion. Was he mistaken? Maybe she was just wearing something similar to her skin color. the woman nodded gently and slowly reached down for the book. When she grabbed it, he thought he felt her tremble through the paper. Was she nervous?
The two of them quietly made their way to the front of the store, where she checked out the book. He said nothing, embarrassed that maybe she was scared of him for staring at her so much. It wasn't like him to be so obsessed. The woman spoke up first.
"Are there... other books by this author?" She looked around the store. Matt glanced at her for a moment, and then at his computer. A quick search revealed quite a few titles, but nothing they had in stock.
"It seems like it. but we don't have any of them. You could get them online?" He said, trying to avoid eye contact. She shook her head.
"I'm not very good at these things. I prefer my books the old fashioned way. I can't help it." She smiled, for the first time, and Matt felt a heat rising over his body. Why did a simple smile on those red lips rile him? Something about her made it so... natural.
"We could... Order them for you? And give you a call when they arrive?" He said. She nodded, pulling out a small piece of paper and writing on it. She slid it across the table to him, her red nails, almost the same color as the ink.
Jaz/I] 820-XXX-XXXX He nodded. "It should be about a week or two. We'll give you a call when they come in. Are you sure you want all of them? There's nearly a dozen here."
She smiled softly, biting her bottom lip. Matt though he saw... excitement in her eyes. "Yes" Jaz said softly, "I'm sure. I don't mind doing all that studying."
Wait, what? Matt was still lost on the playfulness in her eyes.
She thanked him and turned around to leave, giving a little wave as she opened the door. Matt stared at her as she left and watched as she walked by his window. He was just about to go back to his book, when a wind blew outside. The woman grabbed her dress, keeping the front from going up, but the back was victim to the wind. Full, white, and beautiful, for only a moment, and, confirming Matt's theory, completely bare.
His blank thoughts remained for the rest of the day, stuck on what had happened.
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