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Silver Spoon story (wip)

By jdb
Created: 2023-11-25 01:31:55
Expiry: Never
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  1. >What a boring fuckin job
  2. >Book
  3. >Shelf
  4. >Cart
  5. >Sigh
  6. >Book
  7. >Shelf
  8. >Cart
  9. >Sigh-
  10. >Ding!
  11. >Ding?
  12. >Oh, right, ding
  13. >You head to the front of the store leaving your cart of unorganized books behind
  14. >Stepping around a bookshelf you see the young silver haired girl who had rung the bell for attendance standing in front of the check out desk
  15. >She was cute
  16. >Powder blue glasses, hair in a braid
  17. >Nice legs too, cute little butt in a skirt
  18. >Jesus would you stop thinking like that? She looks like she’s twelve or something
  19. >This is dick to brain, negative, we haven’t had a good stroke sesh in a few days now
  20. >”Excuse me? Could I get these two books please?”
  21. >Shit!
  22. “Yeah, sorry about that. Just the two?”
  23. >You make your way behind the desk as you speak while mentally reprimanding yourself
  24. >Sneak another glance at that butt tho
  25. >”Yes please...”
  26. >Her voice gives off a hint of embarrassment which you pay no mind to
  27. >Until you see the books that is
  28. >One is just a book on obscure and uncommon medical conditions but the other is from the adult romance section of the shop
  29. >You had stocked books a ton of times and had seen that particular book before
  30. >It was the third in the series
  31. >Kids are getting started early these days huh?
  32. >You put on your practiced, blank, customer service face and ring up the items
  33. “Alright, anything else I can do for you?”
  34. >You look up and the girl’s staring at you, red in the cheeks
  35. >Her eyes readjust and you can see a small amount of panic behind them
  36. >”No! Nope that’s it, thank you.”
  37. >She takes her books and dashes out the door
  38. >Weird
  39. >Oh well
  40. >Your eyes drift down to the open register
  41. >Wait!
  42. >Fuck!
  43. >She ran off before paying
  44. >You stand up and bolt out the store searching for her
  45. >Nothing
  46. >Fuuuuuck
  47. >You’re getting written up for sure for this shit...
  48.  
  49. ...
  50.  
  51. >Book
  52. >Shelf
  53. >Cart
  54. >Sigh
  55. >Whatever, fuck this shit, you can do it later
  56. >After paying for those books out of pocket to keep from getting yelled at yesterday you didnt really have the patience for stocking books in a tiny hole in the wall shop
  57. >Besides, the boss lady wouldn’t be in till closing to take the extra cash to the bank
  58. >You head behind the counter and open a tab on the computer you use as a register to watch something while the day passes by
  59. >Noon turns to evening as 5 pm rolls around
  60. >Just a few more hours...
  61. >At this rate you might actually get bored enough to read a book
  62. >Wouldn’t be the first time
  63. >Instead you opt to try spinning a pen around your hand
  64. >Instead of a sophisticated twirl you get a clumsy jerk and the pen meets the floor not long after
  65. >You curse while bending down to grab the pen
  66. >As you do so you hear the door to the shop creak open
  67. >Your blood runs cold
  68. >The boss wasn’t supposed to be in till tonight and you’d definitely get an earful for not stocking the books yet
  69. >You whip up but don’t see anyone there
  70. >What?
  71. >It takes you a second to notice the small head of silver hair barely poking above the counter
  72. >Oh
  73. >Right
  74. >Customers exist
  75. >This one in particular you were familiar with and not in the best way
  76. >You squint at her suspiciously with a slight frown
  77. “Can I help you?”
  78. >Your tone is curt and sharp but you keep a civil pretense for the moment
  79. >The girl shifts under your gaze uncomfortably before placing a hand on the counter
  80. >”Hi, I was in here the other day and I kind of ran out without paying. You probably knew that though...”
  81. >You arch an eyebrow and give a humorless breath of a laugh in response
  82. >The girl quickly rolls into her next sentence
  83. >”I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to run off like that but I was just in a rush and you asked if I needed anything else so I thought we were done and I just had a lot on my mind and I couldn’t think straight and- and-“
  84. >Her mouth attempts to keep the excuses flowing but her brain seems to have run out of material
  85. >You roll your eyes and hold a hand up to stop her
  86. “Alright alright, I get it. Relax.”
  87. >Your words have at least some effect as the girl’s grip on the counter loosens
  88. >She looks up at you with worried eyes
  89. >”Did I get you in trouble?”
  90. >This time your chuckle does have some slight humor to it
  91. “Just my wallet. I put some of my own cash in the till so my boss wouldn’t notice. You know if you couldn’t afford to buy the books you could have just said so and I’ve have given you a discount. Hell you didn’t even have to buy them, we have a reading section in the back with some seats and a table.”
  92. >You jab a thumb over your shoulder indicating the lounge area
  93. >A pause hangs in the air for a second before you add
  94. “Although I don’t think you’d want to be looking through that particular novel outside of your own privacy. Aren’t you a bit young for that kind of thing?”
  95. >Her face goes beet red but she ignores the question
  96. >”Money isn’t a problem. I’m sorry if I caused you any trouble but here.”
  97. >She reaches into her purse before placing money in excess of what the books cost on the counter and slides it over to you
  98. >You grab the bill and open the register to get change but she stops you
  99. >”Wait, just keep the rest. For your trouble...”
  100. >You look at the bill and back to the girl
  101. >If she was telling the truth she’d be giving you close to a $30 tip
  102. “Are you sure?”
  103. >”Yes.”
  104. “Why?”
  105. >”Why would you have given me a discount?”
  106. >That makes you pause for a second since you don’t actually know why yourself
  107. “I don’t know. Sometimes shit happens and people need to catch a break. And I know what it’s like to be the one needing it.”
  108. >She lets out a chuckle of her own
  109. >”Do you really think you should be cursing when talking to customers?”
  110. “Do you really think a preteen girl should be reading smut novels?”
  111. >You fire back without thinking and regret the words as soon as they’re said
  112. >She half rolls her eyes but concedes the point anyway
  113. >”I guess you’re right. But now that our business here is done I think I’ll return home and enjoy said novel at length.”
  114. >She stares you up and down with a distant look for some time with her cheeks tinging a slight red despite her words
  115. “What is it?”
  116. >Her eyes lift up to meet yours and she comes out of her stupor with a start, any previous composure seemingly gone again
  117. >”Sorry, I just get a little flustered around cute boys.”
  118. >With that she turns and walks down the hall to the door
  119. >She stops and turns before leaving
  120. >”Thank you, I’m sorry again for the trouble.”
  121. >She turns to the door but doubles back around indecisively
  122. >”I’m fourteen by the way.”
  123. >Without another word she’s out the door
  124. >That... was weird
  125. >Something told you your business with her wasn’t quite over
  126. >Or was that just you hoping because it was the most interesting thing to happen in weeks?
  127.  
  128. ...
  129.  
  130. >The past few days had been more of the same monotony with the added exception of being able to think back on your interaction with the girl
  131. >An extra $30 was pretty nice on a college kids budget too so you had that to keep your spirits up a little
  132. >You’d seen no sign of little miss fourteen year old the past few days
  133. >Actually you’d barely seen anyone
  134. >At this rate you were worried you were going to get canned because there was no business coming in
  135. >Not a lot of bookworms nowadays
  136. >At least not many that had the money for physical copies anyway
  137. >Damn computers takin er jerbs
  138. >Stop acting like an old man, you’re only like 22
  139. >You think...
  140. >It was honestly hard to keep track sometimes
  141. >Whatever
  142. >You shoot a breath out of your mouth and rise from your seat at the desk
  143. >Stretching with a groan you pop some joints in your fingers before making your way towards the back of the shop
  144. >If no one was gonna come in you may as well read something
  145. >Not like there was a lack of material for you to choose from
  146. >You stand staring at the fantasy section for a number of minutes indecisively until an idea crosses your mind
  147. >You snort out a small laugh before turning and heading to the romance section of the store
  148. >It doesn’t take you long to find what you’re looking for and you grab the book off the shelf
  149. >You take a second to soak in the cover and the title
  150. Extra Curricular: Hot for Teacher
  151. >A schoolgirl in a skimpy skirt pulled up way too high stood with her hands on a teacher’s desk arching her back to pronounce her decidedly voluminous backside
  152. >Pfft, no wonder that kid was embarrassed
  153. >The cover made it look like little more than a porno mag and you figured the others in the series were much the same
  154. >You take your selection and retreat to the reading lounge to see what about these books was so worthy of lengthy enjoyment
  155. >You opt for an armchair instead of the couch or a beanbag seat and kick your feet up on the coffee table to get comfortable
  156. >Primed and ready you dive right into your book for the next half an hour
  157. >Oh
  158. >Oh damn
  159. >You were only about 50 pages in and HOLY SHIT
  160. >You were expecting a slow burn steamy romance but as soon as the brief intro and exposition was finished it wasted no time getting where it was going
  161. >The female lead had already seduced her gym teacher and what followed was the most detailed depiction of an underage pussy getting destroyed you had seen since you watched that video of a kitten getting tossed in a blender
  162. >The type of stuff in there was enough to make a war vet blush
  163. >The more you read the tighter your pants got and you had to shift yourself several times to get comfortable
  164. >All of what you were reading made you think two things
  165. >For one, what the FUCK was your store doing carrying this kind of shit
  166. >It almost felt illegal just reading it
  167. >And two, what in the FUCK was that little girl doing reading this stuff
  168. >The more pages you turned the more fetishes sprung forth and the more perverse the story got
  169. >Even so you couldn’t help yourself but to keep reading, besides, not like you could crank one out here and get bored or sickened of it yet
  170. >You become engrossed in what you’re reading and continue on for quite some time
  171. >Shifting in your seat you adjust your junk one more time without looking up from the pages when the sound of a throat clearing from in front of you reaches your ears
  172. >You yell in surprise and almost throw the book at the noise but instead you just tear it away from your eyes and search for the source of the sound
  173. >Standing directly across the coffee table from you was the silver haired girl wearing one of the smuggest grins you had ever seen
  174. “Jesus christ don’t sneak up on people like that.”
  175. >She lets out a small giggle and adjusts her glasses
  176. >”Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you having a good time.”
  177. >She finishes her sentence by pointing down at your crotch where your not so hidden erection was tenting up
  178. >You quickly slam the book down on top of yourself to cover your shame, wincing as you accidentally clock yourself in the dick
  179. >You sputter for a response but only succeed at making her giggle even harder into the back of her hand
  180. >This time the tables are turned as she holds up a hand to stop your own verbal flailing
  181. >”I didn’t realize reading on the job was allowed. Does your boss know?”
  182. “Well not exactly, what momma don’t know won’t hurt her though.”
  183. >Your voice ripples in high notes layered with panic, fear, embarrassment, and a little humor as you try to recoup from the disaster that was the start of this conversation
  184. >”You mean to tell me your mom owns this place and you’re jacking off in the back while on the clock?”
  185. >You throw your hands up hoping to somehow defend yourself from the accusations
  186. “It’s just an expression! And I-I-I was not- I wasn’t- you know-!”
  187. >You flail your arms in an exasperated motion pointing to the area around you
  188. “I wouldn’t do that kind of thing back here. I was just reading!”
  189. >Your complete lack of composure in the face of being caught with your metaphorical pants down does nothing but spur on the young girl’s amusement
  190. >You sit up and wave a hand at her
  191. “What is it? Can I help you? Do you need something?”
  192. >Her eyes drift over the book on your lap at your last question
  193. >You watch her vision wax over for a moment before snapping back into focus
  194. >Suddenly her demeanor’s a bit less cocksure than before but she answers your question with a smile
  195. >”Just here for the next book.”
  196. >She smiles while holding it up for you to see
  197. >She held number four and five in the seemingly ongoing tale of the lecherous school girl in her hand
  198. >You blink dumbly for a second before shaking your head
  199. “Wait over by the counter, I’ll be right there.”
  200. >The grin on her face spreads wider
  201. >”Got something to finish up back here?”
  202. >You rub your hand over your face before snapping back at her
  203. “No, just- just give me a second ok?”
  204. >She takes the hint and the sound of giggling trails off towards the counter
  205. >Once you’re sufficiently deflated you make your way to the counter after stashing the novel that had caused you so much trouble back on the shelf
  206. >You round the counter and grab the book off of it before stopping just short of ringing it up
  207. >Book
  208. >Singular
  209. “Where’s the other one?”
  210. >She looks up at you with big, innocent, eyes
  211. >”Oh, I put it back. I just enjoy coming here so much I figured I wouldn’t mind coming back for another visit when I need it.”
  212. >You hold the book in the air and stare down at her suspiciously
  213. >All that greets you is a sweet little smile that only a devil in disguise could be wearing
  214. >You keep your mouth shut and ring up the book before telling her the total
  215. >She hands you another large bill from out of her purse which you take
  216. >You shake your head as you’re making her change
  217. >You hand her the money and hold the book just out of her arm’s reach
  218. “Someone your age really shouldn’t be reading stuff like this.”
  219. >”What are you gonna do? Not give me the book I payed for? Besides, isn’t that a bit hypocritical given what I just caught you doing?”
  220. >You shrug noncommittally
  221. “I was just checking it out to see what was so good about it.”
  222. >You weren’t exactly lying but you both knew it had gone beyond that already
  223. >”It’s good right? Wait till you get to the second one when her little sister becomes a freshman.”
  224. >She punctuates her sentence with a wink before taking the book from your now slightly limp hand
  225. >Strolling to the door she stops and turns to you once again
  226. >She gives you a cute little wave and a smile before exiting the store
  227. >It shames you but your pants had gotten a little bit tighter than you cared to admit at the sight
  228. >You’re going to hell aren’t you?
  229.  
  230. ...
  231.  
  232. >Man, you knew you should have left earlier
  233. >Your work out had taken longer than expected and you had to go straight to work without showering
  234. >At least there probably wouldn’t be many people coming in
  235. >And it had only been a few days since the girl had come in so you weren’t worried about her seeing you like this
  236. >You would only be worried because she was a customer and it’s improper to be disheveled in the work place
  237. >You just don’t want to seem unprofessional
  238. >Right?
  239. >Right
  240. >You don’t smell that strong at least
  241. >You think
  242. >No reason to worry about that now though
  243. >You go through your routine of setting the shop up for business before retreating back to the reading lounge once again
  244. >It had become somewhat of a routine for you as you had little to do most days
  245. >You were almost to the end of the first book and were honestly a bit eager to start the second
  246. >So you sat and you read
  247. >You’d made sure to be a bit more attentive to your surroundings after getting caught that first time so you had your ears perked listening for the door
  248. >You have the better part of an hour completely alone and that was all it took you to finish the remainder of the already rather short publication
  249. >It had ended on a cliffhanger with the lead trying to work her magic on a different teacher for a better grade
  250. >She’d been rather taken aback to find out that he only really preferred younger women
  251. >Much younger
  252. >He was going to rat her out to the principal but instead she offered to let him have his way with her younger sister as much as he wanted the following fall when she was a freshman
  253. >It was just up to her to convince her sister to go along with it
  254. >And that’s where it ended
  255. >Writers are such cockteases
  256. >Both literally and figuratively in this case
  257. >You head over and replace the book and reach for the second one when you hear the jingle of the bell on the door signaling a customer
  258. >Oh boy, time to test out how funky you smell
  259. >You make your way to the front and find an older lady perusing the shelves
  260. >She notices you and you acknowledge her with a wave before going to sit behind the counter
  261. >You sit drumming your fingers against your thigh for the better part of 20 minutes as she wanders through the store
  262. >You had resorted to browsing the internet when the woman came up to the desk asking for help finding a specific book of poetry
  263. >You wracked your brain for a moment then led her down an isle
  264. >As you did so you heard the front door open again
  265. >Marking it in the back of your head you pick the book she was looking for off the shelf and led her back to the register
  266. >Ringing her up and completing the transaction you wave goodbye with a practiced smile and sit back down in your chair
  267. >That didn’t go too poorly
  268. >Didn’t seem like she could notice the smell
  269. >Although she might have been old enough that her senses had started to dull
  270. >You shrug to yourself internally before ending your useless musing
  271. >”Hello there.”
  272. [spoiler]General Kenobi[/spoiler]
  273. [spoiler]Shut up brain[/spoiler]
  274. >You start a little at the disembodied voice before peering over the computer to once again find a silver, braided, ponytail
  275. >A small flutter in your stomach makes itself known when you recognize her
  276. “You know you really need to stop doing that. Drink some milk or something so I can actually see you over the register.”
  277. >She shoots you a pouty glare
  278. >”Maybe you should just be more attentive.”
  279. “I was helping a customer. And just cause I didn’t see you doesn’t mean I didn’t hear the door open.”
  280. >You respond with a bit of a smirk and let it hang in the air for a second before continuing
  281. “So what’ll it be today? The usual? You sure go through those quickly don’t you?”
  282. >She shrugs feigning indifference
  283. >You see her sniff at the air directly afterwards, eyes darting around as if searching for the smell for a moment
  284. >You cringe inwardly but she doesn’t seem to make anything of it
  285. >”They’re a good read. Don’t you agree?”
  286. “I do actually. I just finished the first one before you got here.”
  287. >Her eyes light up at your words and she visibly perks up
  288. >”How did you like the ending?”
  289. >*sniff*
  290. >”Did you start the second book yet?”
  291. >*sniff*
  292. >”W-What do you think of the sister?”
  293. >*sniff*
  294. >”She’s uh- cute right?
  295. >*sniff*
  296. >”Younger girls are always cute- cuter aren’t they?”
  297. >The questions rapidly rattle out of her only slowed by her nose punctuating each question
  298. >You look at her and she seems to be in a dreamy state by the end of her prodding
  299. >Her eyes are looking at you but they’re not looking *at* you
  300. >It was as if she’d gone into a trance or something
  301. “You ok there?”
  302. >Her vision seems to refocus on you and her mouth opens as if to say something before closing again only to reopen it
  303. >”Yes, I-I’m fine. What-umm...”
  304. >She pinches the crease of her eyes behind her glasses between her thumb and index fingers with an intense look of focus
  305. >”What were we uh-“
  306. >*sniff*
  307. >Aaaaand she’s gone again
  308. >What’s going on with her
  309. >At that moment she shakes her head quickly
  310. >”Talking about! Sorry, what were we talking about?
  311. >And we’re back
  312. [spoiler]With EA radio BIG[/spoiler]
  313. [spoiler]Shut UP brain[/spoiler]
  314. >You arch an eyebrow questioningly
  315. “The book, and how much cuter young girls are apparently. No I haven’t started the second one yet but I did like the ending. Cliffhangers always kind of bug me though.”
  316. >You think about leaving her last two questions lie but it gets the better of you
  317. “What exactly did you mean by the young girls thing?”
  318. >She gives you a small but knowing smile
  319. >”Oh you know, we’re more innocent.”
  320. >She gives you a cute smile
  321. >”We get to dress in cute little outfits.”
  322. >She places her purse on the counter and steps back
  323. >Raising her arms and does a twirl for you, her skirt lifting up as she does and-
  324. >OKAY THOSE ARE HER PANTIES
  325. >White with light blue lace and small intricate designs across the face of her backside
  326. >The panties molded to her shape as if they were a size too small and presented her more than modest posterior in full form
  327. >That was all you could glean in the span of about a second while they were exposed
  328. >Her skirt falls back into position as she faces you again seemingly oblivious or uncaring about the fact that she just put herself on display
  329. >Stepping back up to the counter she presses herself against it
  330. >It’s just high enough for her to rest her petite chest on it which she does before leaning towards you
  331. >”We’re very curious. Naive even.”
  332. >She breathes deeply through her nose and you pull back reflexively in a futile attempt at trying to keep your workout musk away from her
  333. >Her eyes flutter and she wobbles slightly on her tiptoes as the air fills her lungs
  334. >”You could probably convince us to do just about anything if you wanted to...”
  335. >She closes her eyes and takes another deep breath through her nose just inches away from you
  336. >She stands stock still for a moment enjoying whatever sensation was flooding her brain before her eyes snap open
  337. >She recoils backwards quickly and holds the back of her hand up to her nose
  338. >”Nnnh! What’s that s-smell? It- it smells so...”
  339. >Okay you knew you’d gotten sweaty while working out but you didn’t think you smelled that ba-
  340. >”...so good.”
  341. >What?
  342. >As she says the words her eyes lose focus again and her hand slowly drops from her nose
  343. >She leans forward once again visibly sniffing in your direction
  344. >”Nnnh! Hah!”
  345. >She shifts her legs underneath her seemingly rubbing them together
  346. >She looks close to drunk if you had to guess but you can’t tell why or how it happened
  347. >You start to feel slightly worried at the display playing out before you
  348. “You ok?”
  349. >She opens her eyes once again with a loud yelp and forcefully pushes herself away from the counter
  350. >A look of panic like someone waking out of a nightmare overtakes her and she throws her hand up to pinch her nostrils shut
  351. >In a nasally voice she hastily spits out a few words
  352. >”I’m sorry but I have to go!”
  353. >She dashes for the door and throws it open before running out onto the sidewalk
  354. >You stand stunned at what just happened for a second before your eyes drift down to the counter
  355. >Her purse still rested on the wooden surface completely forgotten by its owner
  356. >What the actual fuck
  357.  
  358. ...
  359.  
  360. >What a weird ass day
  361. >At least it’s over
  362. >The walk home had given you some time to sift through the events of the day and your mind kept coming back to the way the girl had been acting
  363. >The only word you could think of to describe it was bizarre
  364. >And she had left her purse
  365. >That makes twice now that she’s run off and forgot something important
  366. >Wonder if that’s a habit of hers...
  367. >Your thoughts slowed as you approached your front door
  368. >Turning the key in the lock you push the door open and are greeted by the smell of dinner
  369. >You walk through the kitchen to get to your room and are greeted as you round the corner
  370. >”Welcome back, how was work?”
  371. “Hey mom, it was ok. Kind of weird though.”
  372. >You proceed to your room to drop your stuff off with your mom calling down the hall to you
  373. >”Weird how? Did somebody actually come in for once?”
  374. >You chuckle softly at her remark before heading back to the dining room where she had set the table for dinner
  375. >You take the seat opposite hers and sit down
  376. “A few actually. One person left in a hurry and forgot their stuff. They seemed pretty distracted.”
  377. >”They leave any money? You deserve some extra cash for all the hard work you do.”
  378. >Her last sentence was dripping with sarcasm
  379. “I’m pretty sure i’m overpaid as it is compared to the amount of work I do. And I’m not gonna steal her cash, she’ll probably be back for it on Monday anyway.”
  380. >Your mom throws a stupid look at you and wiggles her eyebrows
  381. >You know where this is going
  382. >”Her? She? You got yourself a little girlfriend there anon?”
  383. >You sigh and slightly shake your hands at her in frustration
  384. “No mom, come on, not every girl I meet is girlfriend material.”
  385. >”Well is she cute? Does she have a nice pair of girls.”
  386. >She squishes her arms together emphasizing her chest before shaking it back and forth
  387. “No mom, no. Why do you do this shit to me?”
  388. >She just laughs in the face of your discomfort
  389. >”Because I know I’m still hot and it’s fun to mess with you.”
  390. >She smiles innocently at you before her face and tone goes sour
  391. >”Besides, you’d probably be just as good at it as any of the guys out there if I had to judge based on my past three dates. Don’t date when you’re middle aged son, it’s a disaster.”
  392. “Ok I really didn’t need any of those images in my head.”
  393. >She shrugs then points her fork at you in between bites
  394. >”You didn’t answer my question.”
  395. “What?”
  396. >”Is she cute?”
  397. >You pause caught between saying what you actually thought and what you should say
  398. >The latter wins out but not before your mom notices something’s up
  399. “Mom she’s like fourteen.”
  400. >This makes her stop her chewing for a second before rolling her eyes
  401. >”Figures.”
  402. >You take a bite of your food while she swallows her own
  403. >”But you do think she’s cute.”
  404. >Her eyes narrow and again her fork is jabbed accusingly at you
  405. >”At this rate you may as well start cradle robbing or you’ll be single till you die like me.”
  406. >You nearly choke on your food
  407. >You swallow and cough to clear your throat before showing your hand palm up to her
  408. “Mom what the fuck. She’s eight years younger than me.”
  409. >”It’s only weird because you’re young, if she were 30 and you were 38 no one would bat an eye.”
  410. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a terrible influence?”
  411. >”Your father, but I’m not the one that got caught railing coke off my secretary’s ass now am I?”
  412. >You tilt your head in defference
  413. “Just because you haven’t been caught doing it doesn’t make me think you haven’t done it before. Knowing you it’s more likely than not.”
  414. >She smirks
  415. >”Hey I was single ok? And it was his dick not his ass.”
  416. “Okie dokie time to change the subject. How was work for you today?”
  417. >She doesn’t skip a beat and starts rattling on about her job until the end of dinner
  418. >Woman sure loved to talk when she got the chance
  419. >You finish your meal and place the dishes in the dishwasher before retiring to your room
  420. >Jesus your family is so fucked up
  421. >At least your mom loves you
  422. >Your dad...
  423. >Well it’d be kind of hard to ask with him living halfway across the country and all
  424. >At this rate no one would really be surprised if you ended up a deadbeat
  425. >What with your mom smoking weed all the time and your dad being legitimately addicted to drugs
  426. >It’s hard to ignore the flaws in your mom sometimes but you do it because you love her even if those flaws will probably end up killing her one day
  427. >You’ll be better
  428. >You’ll get a good job and a good wife and you’ll be a good father
  429. >A good role model
  430. >You hope
  431. >Whatever, you’re already working on the job part, the wife and kids thing can come later
  432. >You let your mind drift off the subject in favor of playing videogames
  433. >You have the weekend to yourself and all of your homework was already done so there isn’t much for you to worry about
  434. >Taking all online classes this semester had been a good decision you think to yourself for the umpteenth time
  435. >The night drags on and your mom goes to bed leaving you and the cat the only two conscious things in the house
  436. >At least you think the cat’s conscious
  437. >Or alive for that matter
  438. >Thing was getting way up there in age
  439. >Good lap cat though
  440. >You sit letting youtube autoplay itself into obscurity as you watch the algorithm propose weirder videos each time you click a different tangential suggestion
  441. >It was reaching that time of night though and you decided to switch over to a more adult oriented video playing website
  442. >You browse the categories and nothing really piques your interest for a while
  443. >Then you spot the teen section
  444. >Not your usual but hey maybe tonight it will be
  445. >You browse the videos before clicking on one
  446. >It doesn’t take long before you’re bored of it and you click off to a different one with a girl with glasses
  447. >It’s a bit more to your liking but the video in particular wasn’t doing it for you
  448. >You type up “teen, glasses” in the search bar
  449. >Once again you don’t really find anything too great
  450. >”teen, glasses, skirt”
  451. >You look through the videos and again find nothing to scratch the itch
  452. >You look at the mass of different selections on your screen
  453. >Buxom women in revealing or no clothing abound
  454. >None of them even look like teenagers
  455. >Your eyes flick up to your search bar and its contents
  456. >You stare at it for a moment
  457. >Then back down to the videos
  458. >Up
  459. >Down
  460. >Up
  461. >You sigh
  462. >You click off of the sight and close your eyes
  463. >Drawing up a picture in your mind’s eye you begin to rub yourself
  464. >The clearer the image you muster the faster you go
  465. >Glasses
  466. >Skirt
  467. >Schoolgirl
  468. >Small innocent smile
  469. >...
  470. >...panties
  471. >White with blue lace
  472. >It doesn’t take long for you to climax into a waiting tissue
  473. >As soon as you come down from your peak you toss it in the trash
  474. >Close the browser
  475. >Go through your nightly wash routine
  476. >Lay in bed
  477. >Stare at the ceiling
  478. >...
  479. >Stare at the ceiling
  480. >...
  481. >Stare at the ceiling
  482. >...
  483. >Yeah, you’re going to hell
  484.  
  485. ...
  486.  
  487. >The weekend goes by quickly
  488. >You’re left with little to do outside of playing games
  489. >At least you would be if you hadn’t brought the second book home with you on Friday...
  490. >You had already started it and gotten far enough in for things to get interesting
  491. >That’s where you had stopped though
  492. >Every time you think about reading on and seeing how the younger sister gets used you can’t help but feel a little bit sickened on top of your arousal
  493. >It hadn’t clicked with you until you were on the verge of the first sex scene that you had subconsciously been imagining the freshman as a girl with silver hair and blue glasses
  494. >You don’t think it even mentioned her having glasses now that you think about it...
  495. >This was going a bit too far and you began to think you had better stop yourself
  496. >So you discard the book into your bag and opt for something else to pass the time
  497. >Games?
  498. >That’ll take your mind off stuff right?
  499. >But it didn’t
  500. >Aaaaalright
  501. >TV?
  502. >You turn on a random movie but halfway through you realize that you’re just daydreaming about lewd things instead of paying attention
  503. >You think about jerking off
  504. >The shame comes back at the thought of what you’d done last time however
  505. >You’re not going to stop thinking with your dick unless you do it though
  506. >You sit at your computer and pull up a doujin site
  507. >”anal, skirt”
  508. >Schoolgirls
  509. >Schoolgirls
  510. >Oh look, more schoolgirls
  511. >Why do japs always draw chicks to look like they’re so young?
  512. >Bunch of pedos...
  513. >You weren’t like them
  514. >You wouldn’t actually do anything with a kid
  515. >You’re better than that
  516. >But it’s just a comic right?
  517. >It’s not the same as actually doing it so it’s fine
  518. >Right?
  519. >Right
  520. >That was the logic you put forth in your head as you clicked on a story with a loli on the cover
  521. >There was a gnawing at the back of your mind but you push it down and enjoy yourself
  522. >Right up until you finish
  523. >You sit staring at the screen
  524. >At the picture of a young girl getting her pert little butt impaled on a dick as cum sloshes out
  525. >Your mouth dries up a little and you click off the page quickly before cleaning up
  526. >The rest of the day you find it hard to focus on much of anything
  527. >You end up laying in bed around nine willing yourself to sleep
  528. >Tomorrow’s Monday and work will keep you busy
  529. >Take your mind off of things
  530. >You fall asleep with the lies hanging in your mind
  531.  
  532. ...
  533.  
  534. >The next day dawns and you head out to work in the morning
  535. >You walk quickly as your mind is still occupied by thoughts of your loosening grip on morality
  536. >Ok anon, just treat her like any other customer, all business
  537. >Hell, she probably won’t even come in today, the store closes at 5 and she’s got school till like 3 doesn’t she?
  538. >Is that when highschool kids get out of class?
  539. >Whatever it’ll be fine
  540. >Your mom was wrong
  541. >You didn’t think she was cute like that
  542. >She was just nice and kinda fun to mess with
  543. >A friend
  544. >No
  545. >No Anon
  546. >An acquaintance
  547. >You don’t even know her name
  548. >Wonder what it is...
  549. >No
  550. >You don’t care what it is
  551. >She’s just a customer
  552. >Like that old lady looking for the poetry book
  553. >You just happened to see her panties one time...
  554. >And rubbed one out to the thought of it...
  555. >But that was a one time thing
  556. >You were just horny and it was the first real thing you’d seen in a while
  557. >Yeah
  558. >That’s all it was
  559. >Definitely not because-
  560. >Oh hey you’re at work
  561. >The door’s locked
  562. >Duh
  563. >Keys
  564. >Keys?
  565. >In your pockets?
  566. >Nope
  567. >Uhhhhhhh
  568. >Backpack?
  569. >Yeah they’re in the backpack
  570. >You turn the key in the lock and set about going through your routine of opening the store
  571. >Setting your bag down once you’re finished you set up to do your homework on the computer while you have the time
  572. >Much of the day drags on as you work with a nagging worry eating away at your mind
  573. >A few customers come in and every time you hear the door jingle your brain hitches for a second
  574. >And every time you watch with baited breath to see who comes through it
  575. >No familiar faces though
  576. >Good
  577. >That’s good
  578. >The hours pass as you slog through your homework
  579. >At this rate you’d get most of the week’s work done before it had even started
  580. >Every few problems you finish you check the clock
  581. >Each time it had ticked later and later into the day
  582. >Maybe she just won’t come in today
  583. >It’s already like 3:30 and she hasn’t shown up yet
  584. >Maybe she doesn’t know where she left her purse
  585. >She probably doesn’t even need her old purse with how much money she was throwing around each time she was here
  586. >Probably forgot all about it
  587. >Just bought a new one and moved on
  588. >Why were you worrying about seeing her?
  589. >She wasn’t coming in today
  590. >And by the time she came in for the next book you’ll have your thoughts cleared and your resolve hardened
  591. >You’re a good man
  592. >You won’t do something horrible
  593. >No
  594. >Everything was gonna be fine
  595. >Just get through today, jerk off again to get it out of your system and you’ll be good
  596. >No problem
  597. >You feel a bit better about your situation as you finish your assignment and check the clock
  598. >It’s a quarter past 4
  599. >You stand up and stretch before moving around to the front of the counter
  600. >May as well start closing up shop, no one else is gonna come in today anyway
  601. >*Ding-ling*
  602. >You turn your head slowly towards the door, your thoughts completely derailed
  603. >Something in your gut tells you who it is before you even see her
  604. >She approaches you at the desk and smoothes her skirt out as she looks up at you
  605. >You see her tentatively sniff the air before coming closer seemingly satisfied with what she did or didn’t smell
  606. >Having her right in front of you really throws the height difference into perspective as the top of her head only reaches halfway up your torso
  607. >”Hello.”
  608. “Hey there.”
  609. >An awkward pause hangs in the air
  610. >”Did I leave my purse here when I...”
  611. “Sprinted off after flipping between seemingly drunk and... I don’t know, frustrated, angry?
  612. >Her eyes shift around the room avoiding yours
  613. >”Uh, yeah. After that...”
  614. >You reach behind the counter to where you had stashed the handbag and pull it out
  615. “This what you’re looking for?”
  616. >You see relief pass over her face as she takes it from you
  617. >”Thank you. I haven’t really been myself lately. I’ve been so distracted and I can hardly focus on anything and it’s...”
  618. >She sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose
  619. >”It’s just been a lot to deal with.”
  620. >Her voice is quiet and wavers as she speaks
  621. >She pinches her nose harder and squeezes her eyes shut for a moment before opening them and blinking back the wetness
  622. >”I’m sorry, this isn’t like me usually.”
  623. >Should you... hug her?
  624. >No
  625. >That’d be weird
  626. >She’s just a customer
  627. >But still, you can’t just do nothing
  628. “Listen, it probably isn’t my place to say this and you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to but are you alright? I don’t mean to sound rude but you’ve been acting kind of...”
  629. >You think of the best word to use for a second
  630. “...strange.”
  631. >Her eyes fall down to the ground and you see a look of...
  632. >Shame?
  633. >”I just-“
  634. >She pauses and shakes her head still looking at the floor
  635. >”-need something. I need it so badly and it’s all I can think about. All. The time.”
  636. >She pauses again and wipes her eyes under her glasses
  637. >Taking a shaky breath she continues
  638. >”It’s gotten so bad that I’ve started thinking of these horrible ways to get it and half the time I can’t believe I’d even consider it but the other half- the other half of the time my body just moves on its own no matter what my brain is screaming at it and I feel like I can’t stop myself.”
  639. >She’s shaking with ragged breaths halfway between crying and suppressing her emotion
  640. >Every time a tear begins to fall she wipes it away in angry obstinance
  641. >You don’t really have much you can think to say but you clearly need to
  642. >That being the case you say the first thing that comes to mind
  643. “What is it that you need?”
  644. >She shakes her head as she raises her bloodshot eyes to meet yours with a melancholy smile
  645. >”I can’t tell you. I’m sorry.”
  646. >Well that doesn’t fuckin help
  647. “Ok, but is there anything I can do for you? What can I do to help you?”
  648. >She stares at you with a look of shame and suspicion
  649. >”Why do you care?”
  650. >You look around as if searching for the right words to say
  651. “Does it matter? Maybe I just don’t like seeing you like this. Maybe it’s because I enjoy talking to you. Maybe I’m just nosey.”
  652. >You pause and look right at her
  653. >You shrug and lighten your tone hoping to lighten the mood along with it
  654. “And besides, it’s not every day that I meet someone I can actually banter with instead of just someone I can banter at.”
  655. >She looks at you blankly
  656. >You raise an eyebrow and throw a goofy face her way which succeeds in eliciting a small giggle
  657. >”You can’t banter *at* someone, you have to do it *with* someone. That’s what bantering means.”
  658. >You let out a snort of a laugh
  659. “I don’t know, there are plenty of other things you can do without the other person getting into it. It’s just more fun when they do.”
  660. >”Like what?”
  661. >Her voice feigns cute innocence as she crosses her arms over her chest
  662. “Nothing that you should be worried about at your age.”
  663. >She rolls her eyes at you
  664. >”Please, you read the first book so you know what kind of stuff I’ve seen already.”
  665. >The two of you share a laugh
  666. >You look down at her and she returns the gaze
  667. >She lowers her eyes to your torso and swiftly moves forward wrapping her arms around your waist
  668. >You tense up at the sudden contact but ease into the hug and pat her back gently relishing the contact
  669. >The two of you stand like that for a few long moments as she breathes deeply through her nose calming herself
  670. >Letting her arms fall she steps back and smoothes her skirt again
  671. >”Thank you.”
  672. >You smile at her
  673. “No problem.”
  674. >Another silent pause fills the air as you stand facing each other
  675. >Deciding things had gone at least somewhat back to normal you try to redirect the conversation
  676. “So you gonna pick up that book today too or did you just come in for your stuff?”
  677. >She thinks and comes to a conclusion before hesitantly speaking
  678. >”Do you- um, would you mind if I just kind of hung out for a bit? I know you’re close to closing and I’ll leave whenever you need me to but I just don’t really feel like going home yet.”
  679. >You suck air in through your teeth and put a false tone of indecision in your voice
  680. “I dunno about that. You’re a real trouble maker.”
  681. >She rolls her eyes at you again with a slight smile
  682. >You smile back
  683. “Yeah it’s fine, you can chill in the lounge if you want. You sure you won’t get bored though?”
  684. >She adjusts her glasses before speaking
  685. >”I don’t want to bother you if you’re busy but some company would be nice.”
  686. >You wave a hand in the air indicating the empty shop
  687. “Yeah, real busy. Come on.”
  688. >You motion for her to follow you as you turn on your heel and head towards the back
  689. >Picking one of the bean bag chairs you flop down and pull out your phone
  690. >You notice that instead of sitting she begins to survey the area taking it in
  691. >Her eyes roam over the arm chairs, then the couch, and then the bean bags
  692. >All of the seats were arranged in a misshapen semi-circle
  693. >Following that she scans the bookshelves surrounding the enclosure
  694. >”I’ll be right back.”
  695. >She walks off between the shelves with you watching her backside as she goes
  696. >You mentally berate yourself and pull ip an app on your phone as a distraction
  697. >A minute goes by before she returns with a book in her hands
  698. >You don’t have to look to know what it is
  699. >Walking forward she sits in an armchair opposite your beanbag and crosses one leg over the other and reclines slightly getting comfortable
  700. >The two of you sit in quiet company occupied by your respective interests for quite some time
  701. >Every few minutes she shifts her legs swapping which one rested on top of the other and each time it drew your attention
  702. >Your eyes would catch glimpses of the gray material resting nestled between her thighs in the small period of time that it was visible
  703. >Each time it happened seemed to last longer and you’d get a better look at her each time before once again chastising yourself only to have your eyes return the next time
  704. >You feel yourself begin to grow within your pants
  705. >You adjust your crotch and cross your own legs to hide the sight
  706. >Not long afterwards she closes her book and gets up from her seat
  707. >You see her pull her skirt up higher to the point that most of her upper thigh is exposed coming dangerously close to revealing her butt
  708. >Walking around she goes up to a bookshelf and scans it quickly before turning around to face you and the chairs
  709. >She stares for a moment, pondering something before moving on to the next shelf
  710. >She looks back at you and the seats again, studying something
  711. >She moves to the next shelf
  712. >Looks back at you
  713. >Looks at the seats
  714. >Next shelf
  715. >Looks at you
  716. >Checks the chairs
  717. >She moves about the room in this fashion only pausing to fidget with something on one of the shelves
  718. >She seemingly finds interest in something on the shelf opposite your seat and stays there
  719. >Scanning the shelves she bends at the waist the further down she goes until you force yourself to avert your gaze before her skirt rides up too high
  720. >Just the sight of her legs and the thought of what lay just a little higher has you nearly at full mast and you’re forced to adjust yourself again
  721. >Just focus on your phone
  722. >”Excuse me?”
  723. >Your eyes jerk up at her words only to find her bent fully at the waist looking at the bottom row of books
  724. >Her skirt had ridden nearly all the way up and her panty clad ass was presented in all of its glory for you to stare at
  725. >These ones were a plain gray but had a similar purple lacy pattern around the hem
  726. >They molded around her cheeks seamlessly and in the small gap between her thighs you could see the outline of her mound pressed into the fabric
  727. >You felt your manhood solidify as your eyes drank in the sight before you
  728. >Her butt shakes back and forth slightly as her head shifts to and fro scanning the bottom shelf
  729. >Then she swings her head around to look back at you whilst still being bent over
  730. >Your eyes widen and you stammer over yourself trying to find your words
  731. “Uh y-yeah what’s up?”
  732. >She stands up straight and begins to walk over towards where you were sitting
  733. >”Were you staring at me?”
  734. >You shake your head
  735. “No no, I just looked up because you asked me a question. Wha-What was it you were going to ask?”
  736. >She inches closer until she’s standing directly over you and the bean bag
  737. >”I was going to ask why you’ve been so nice to me when you barely even know me.”
  738. >She places a hand on your foot and pulls it off your knee before letting it fall to the floor
  739. >Your shaft was resting along the side of your leg so it wasn’t explicitly obvious
  740. >”Do you treat all of your customers this well or just the ones you like?”
  741. >You look her in the eyes trying to think of something to say but cotton dominates your mouth
  742. >That’s when you see it in her eyes
  743. >They’re dreamy
  744. >Spacey
  745. >You’d seen that look before when she spaced out on Friday
  746. >You don’t think she’s in her right mind right now
  747. >She places a hand on each of your knees and pushes them apart
  748. >Anon you should stop this
  749. >She then kneels down on the bean bag between your legs and crawls her way up your chest until she’s a foot away from your face
  750. >Anon
  751. >”You do like me right? I know you’ve been looking.”
  752. >She places a hand on your leg and you see her eyes widen slightly at what she finds
  753. >She must not have been expecting you to be hard
  754. >”I like you a lot too. You’re handsome, kind...”
  755. >She gives you a light squeeze through your pants and you let out a low groan
  756. >Her eyes light up at the sound like she had just struck gold then flutter back into a haze
  757. >Anon, stop her
  758. “We really shouldn’t be doing this. It isn’t right, I don’t want you to do something you might regret.”
  759. >She smiles cutely at you
  760. >”And you’re so considerate, you’re worried about me even though you’re so pent up like this.”
  761. >She gives you another squeeze and you let out another groan
  762. >It was as if every sound you made was transferring some of the sensation to her because she cooed along with you
  763. >She’s just a kid Anon
  764. >Don’t do this
  765. >She leans forward further, closer to your face
  766. >You inch backwards just a fraction but it’s enough to halt her progress
  767. >Your cock is throbbing underneath her grip as she lightly massages it up and down
  768. >”Do you want me to stop? Just tell me to stop and I will.”
  769. >You look at her lips and then at her hand on your manhood
  770. >Your heart is beating fast enough to feel like it’s going to explode and your head is faint
  771. >But you don’t say anything
  772. >She starts to move closer again
  773. “Wait.”
  774. >She freezes
  775. “I don’t. Even know. Your name.”
  776. >You stagger the words to emphasize the situation
  777. >”My name is Silver Spoon.”
  778. >You stare into her eyes
  779. >All you see is desire
  780. >Don’t do this Anon
  781. >You’re a good man
  782. >Right?
  783. “I’m Anon.”
  784. >You are weak
  785. >She plants her lips directly on yours and falls forward onto your chest
  786. >Your lips mingle and slide over each other in a small dance of flesh as the two of you go back and forth in the kiss
  787. >Her lips are soft and you can smell a faint scent of perfume about her wafting up to you
  788. >Her hand continues to work your length and your own hands begin to wander
  789. >You leave one around the small of her back and move the other down past her skirt
  790. >You flip it up and grab one of the mounds of pert flesh underneath rubbing it under your fingers
  791. >She stops her lips for a second and moans into you while her body tenses
  792. >Her hands find their way under your jaw and pull you back into the kiss once again
  793. >You roll her tight cheek in your hand before letting your finger dip down to her mound
  794. >You can feel a large damp patch in the cloth underneath your touch
  795. >Another moan escapes her mouth into yours and she lowers one of her hands back to your member to resume her groping
  796. >You moan in turn back into her mouth as she does so
  797. >Something is gnawing at your mind though
  798. >As much as you’re enjoying everything that’s happening you can feel it eating away at you
  799. >Your grip on her ass lightens
  800. >The intensity of your kissing fades
  801. >You can taste bile in your mouth
  802. >Or maybe it’s just in your mind
  803. >Either way this can’t go on
  804. >You raise your hand from her butt and place it on her shoulder pushing her off of you
  805. >She stares at you with her eyes darting back and forth between the two of yours unsure of which to focus on
  806. >A mixture of wild lust and panicked fear adorn her visage
  807. >You’re both breathing heavily from your coupling and she’s still rubbing her hand along your length
  808. “Stop, please. If you don’t then I won’t be able to control myself. You’re too young for this and I shouldn’t have let it get this far. So please, stop.”
  809. >You watch her face fall in horror at your words
  810. >”Wha-But-But don’t you like it? Don’t you like me? Please, please don’t make me stop.”
  811. >She looks like she’s on the verge of hysterics as the panic in her eyes grows
  812. >You look away
  813. “I... I love it and I like you and I want it so much but we can’t. It’s not right. We have to stop...”
  814. >You turn back to her and see a cocktail of emotions on her face
  815. >Pain, panic, fear, anger, desire
  816. >They all fight for dominance but frustration tops all of them
  817. >For a second you think she’ll dive back into your mouth
  818. >You hope she does
  819. >You silently beg in your mind for her to ignore your words
  820. >But she removes her hand from your member and places it on your chest
  821. >She pushes herself off of you and sits back on her knees
  822. >You can see the frustration giving way to panic
  823. >”I’m sorry, I just can’t- I-I can’t- “
  824. >She fails to get a sentence out before pushing herself up
  825. >”I need this. I need, I need something. I have to-“
  826. >She pinches the bridge of her nose hard and closes her eyes in concentration
  827. >You can see a small trickle of blood form under her nails
  828. “Woah! Hey, don’t hurt yourself.”
  829. >You stand up, having now begun to deflate and lightly grab her shoulder
  830. >Opening her eyes she sees the blood on her fingers
  831. >She recoils in surprise before digging a handkerchief out of her purse and wiping the blood off both her fingers and her nose
  832. >She stands taking large, deep breaths to steady herself
  833. >Her eyes snap onto the previously discarded book
  834. >She snatches it up along with her purse
  835. >”I need something, please. Can I buy this? I need to buy this and then I need to go. I’m sorry.”
  836. >You nod numbly and follow her to the desk after she grabs something off of the shelf across from your bean bag
  837. >She slaps a 50 dollar bill on the counter
  838. >”Just keep the change. I have to go. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
  839. >She continues to chant the words as she jogs to the door
  840. >She throws it open and runs outside leaving you alone in the shop with a storm of tumultuous feelings boiling inside of your gut
  841. >It’s almost enough to make you sick
  842. >You feel disgusted with yourself
  843. >You’re a good man
  844. >You had to stop it
  845. >So why did it feel like you were a monster?
  846.  
  847. ...
  848.  
  849. >Finally, you’re home
  850. >You have to get upstairs
  851. >You have to get to your room
  852. >The fire between your legs is burning fiercely and you need to relieve it
  853. >It’s getting hard to... to think
  854. >Focus Silver
  855. >Deep breathes
  856. >Take a deep breath
  857. >You pinch the bridge of your nose tenderly to avoid drawing more blood and steadily inhale and exhale
  858. >It helps to clear your head if only enough to not seem like a nervous wreck
  859. >You unlock the door and step inside
  860. >Just get to the stairs and-
  861. >”Hello Silver, how was school today?”
  862. >You wince minutely at the question but turn to answer
  863. ”Hi daddy, school was ok today.”
  864. >”Are your grades doing any better?”
  865. >You wince slightly
  866. “Yes daddy I’ve been working on them. It’s just been really hard to focus lately.”
  867. >”That’s good, all that time you spend studying at the library after school seems to be paying off.”
  868. “Well, it’s more of a bookstore, but yes it has been.”
  869. >”Whatever lets you focus on your work.”
  870. >The older man shrugs in his recliner
  871. >”Are you still doing that sleepover with Diamond when she gets back?”
  872. “If that’s alright with you, yes.”
  873. >”Just make sure you get all your homework done beforehand.”
  874. >Please just let this conversation end
  875. “I will.”
  876. >”Alright then.”
  877. >You wait for him to continue but when he doesn’t you B-line for the stairs
  878. >You ascend them two at a time and throw your door open when you reach it only to close and lock it as soon as you’re inside
  879. >You throw your purse down after extricating the book and begin stripping hurriedly leaving most of your clothes scattered on the floor
  880. >Peeling your wet panties off of the skin they were sticking to and throw them across the room where they crumple against the wall
  881. >You scramble onto your bed to lay on your back in the middle of the pile of pillows adorning it
  882. >Your legs rub together of their own volition doing anything they can to ease the roaring fire that had started emanating from your slit
  883. >Light moans and squeaks of frustration sneak out of you as you flip frantically through the book in your hands
  884. >You search desperately for something, anything that could help you
  885. >Your hands shake almost too much for you to control them as your flip through page after page scanning each
  886. >Your mind hazes over more deeply as you search
  887. >You wish Diamond were here
  888. >You wish she hadn’t gone on that trip with her family for two weeks
  889. >She’s always able to help you calm down when you get like this
  890. >When she does it the urge stays away for a little longer than when it’s just your own hands
  891. >But she’s not here
  892. >She can’t help you
  893. >Your mind tosses and turns with a torrent of thoughts as you flip through the pages
  894. >It gets to the point where you realize you can’t even understand what you’re reading and you throw the book down in frustration
  895. >There was only one thing occupying your mind now and it dominated it completely as you began to frantically rub at your clit
  896. >Him
  897. >His smell
  898. >His taste
  899. >His moans
  900. >The throbbing of his cock in your hand as you pleasured him
  901. >Oh god
  902. >Oh my god
  903. >Your legs clench tightly over your hand as it’s coated in a light covering of cum
  904. >Your eyes squeeze shut and you hold your breath riding out the orgasm that rapidly hit with full force
  905. >You’re not even able to moan as every muscle in your body tenses at once
  906. >You shudder and shake in place before releasing and gasping for air
  907. >Convulsing on the bed you ride out the waves of sensation from the aftershocks
  908. >Some semblance of control returns to you not long after and your hand begins to rub against your clit once again
  909. >More
  910. >You needed more
  911. >The feel of his lips on yours was still vivid in your mind
  912. >The feeling of his hand groping your butt
  913. >God he made you feel so small as you laid on his chest
  914. >You loved it
  915. >You wanted him to rip your panties off right there and take you like a wild animal
  916. >You imagined him ravaging your tiny frame like a monster descending on its prey
  917. >Pounding into your tight pussy with every ounce of strength he had
  918. >Pumping in and out of you until he swelled within you and exploded deep inside
  919. >You moan out as your hand furiously rubs you into your second peak
  920. >You quickly grab a pillow and shove it into your mouth to quiet the rippling moans erupting from your mouth
  921. >Clenching the pillow tightly between your teeth and holding it to your chest the aftershocks of your second orgasm tear through your shivering body
  922. >You lay panting for air as your brain reboots a second time
  923. >A high pitched whine escapes your lips, the fire hadn’t been quelled yet
  924. >You start rubbing again instinctually but stop as the sensitive nubs sends off too much sensation bordering on pain
  925. >Instead you dip a finger inside of yourself and begin to gyrate it in a circular motion
  926. >You alternate between small circles and a beckoning curl of the finger that grazes across your sensitive g-spot
  927. >With your free hand you begin to grope and massage at your small breasts
  928. >Pinching the nipple you softly roll it between your fingers sending small shocks through the budding nubs
  929. >You build yourself up slowly this time
  930. >With the panicked desperation for release somewhat abated you are able to enjoy the process rather than just the ending
  931. >Images of him float through your brain as you steadily increase your pace
  932. >Soft moans escape your lips at the thought of him pushing you to your knees in front of him
  933. >His pants drop and he’s already hard
  934. >Placing a hand on his shaft you can feel the warmth in your mind’s eye
  935. >His member pulses in time with his heartbeat and twitches with every small motion you make with your hand
  936. >He sits in a chair letting you place your arms on his thighs for support as you begin bobbing up and down on his shaft
  937. >You bathe it thoroughly tasting the salty sweat mixing with your saliva
  938. >Diving down you let his musk drift into your nostrils as your nose rests on his sac
  939. >You continue your ministrations lapping at his balls while stroking his shaft with a free hand
  940. >Back in reality your other hand had begun pistoning in and out of your shallow cavern
  941. >You could feel the build up getting closer and closer to completion with each passing second
  942. >You dream of him putting his hands on your head and gently fucking your throat as his own orgasm approached
  943. >He lets you know that he’s there and you dive down with all your might to take in as much of him as you can
  944. >He pulses sending thick, heady, globs of cum down your throat and into your mouth which you swallow greedily
  945. >The thought sends you over the edge for the third time
  946. >You tighten to the point that you can’t even move your finger inside yourself
  947. >You sit, curled, and locked within yourself as the waves of pleasure wrack your body
  948. >You can feel the trickle of juices leaking out past your finger and onto the bed ruining the clean sheets
  949. >You shake and writhe letting the sensation run its course as you cum for the third time
  950. >As soon as you loosen enough to release your finger you spread out on the bed panting and sweating profusely
  951. >You lay as the sweat begins to mat your hair and chills run along your exposed body
  952. >Lifting your hand you find your finger pruned and shriveled from your own juices
  953. >You let it flop back onto the bed lifelessly
  954. >You hope no one had heard you
  955. >The haze over your thoughts had cleared
  956. >You prop yourself up and stare at the full length mirror on your closet door
  957. >It reflected a disheveled, sweaty, and sticky mess of a girl into your eyes
  958. >She looks pathetic
  959. >Desperate
  960. >Like she has no control
  961. >You shuffle off the bed and put on your robe
  962. >Heading to the bathroom you run a hot bath and take your glasses off
  963. >The water is scalding
  964. >More than enough to hurt
  965. >You dip your whole body in and curl your knees into your chest
  966. >Wrapping your arms around them you hold yourself in the burning water
  967. >Your body starts to quake, slowly at first
  968. >Over time it grows as quiet sobs ripple through both you and the water alike
  969. >You sit, fetal
  970. >Letting your salty tears mix and mingle with the cleansing bath water below
  971.  
  972. ...
  973.  
  974. >”Anon?”
  975. >You look up from your food at your mother
  976. “Sorry, what?”
  977. >”You’ve been walking around like a zombie for the past two days. What’s wrong with you?”
  978. >Your eyes fall back to your plate and you poke the food there with your fork
  979. >Your mind is far too jumbled to make sense of the thoughts there let alone put them into words
  980. >Remaining silent doesn’t seem to be an option though
  981. >”Are you going to talk to me or just stare at the food I made you like it fucked your girlfriend?”
  982. >Looking up at her you work your mouth in vain trying to find a way to vocalize
  983. >Your mom stares at you for a moment before getting fed up
  984. >She spins her hand in a circle egging you on
  985. >”Spit it out, what is it?”
  986. >You take a deep breath and stare at the table
  987. “I did something I shouldn’t have. And then I think I fucked up even worse.”
  988. >”What did you do Anon?”
  989. “I don’t think I should tell you.”
  990. >”Okay I’m gonna say this again since you never seem to get it. I won’t be mad if you did something stupid and you tell me. I will, however, be furious if I find out that you fucked up something fierce and wouldn’t tell me so I could help you. Understood?”
  991. >Why’s she always like this?
  992. >Can never just let stuff slide she’s always gotta push you for details and-
  993. >”Anon, don’t make me repeat myself again. I’m getting tired of it.”
  994. >You put your fork down and meet her gaze
  995. >You motion with your hands uncertainly as you speak
  996. “I kind of... made out with that girl I told you about. The fourteen year old...”
  997. >She seems surprised but doesn’t let it show much
  998. >”Is that all?”
  999. >Her tone of indifference hid a slight worry that you could only pick out by having lived with her your entire life
  1000. “Well, yes and no. Things started getting kind of... heated. I put a stop to it before anything happened though and she kind of freaked out.”
  1001. >”Freaked out? Cause you didn’t dick her?”
  1002. “Do you have to say it like that?”
  1003. >”Sorry, just a habit.”
  1004. >She is way too sexual for a woman approaching her 50s
  1005. “I mean, kind of? She’s been acting really weird, especially the last few times I saw her. She’d be fine and proper and normal one second and then it’d be like a switch was flipped and she’d get all dopey and just kind of, I don’t know. The only word I can think of to describe it is ‘horny’.”
  1006. >”Sounds like my little man’s a hit with the ladies.”
  1007. >She raises an eyebrow at you in jest
  1008. “Yeah yeah, funny. We were kissing and uh, you know, touching each other.”
  1009. >An angry and surprised glare bores into you from across the table
  1010. “Clothed, mom, we had clothes on. That’s when I figured it was going too far and I stopped her. She snapped out of it and kind of flipped then she bolted. I haven’t seen her since and I think I hurt her feelings or something. I feel like a pedo and an ass and I don’t know. Did I do the right thing?”
  1011. >Chewing her food slowly she seems to weigh your words in her head before swallowing
  1012. >”All you did was kiss?”
  1013. >You nod
  1014. >”And she wanted it?”
  1015. >Again you nod
  1016. “Yeah.”
  1017. >”Then what’s the problem? There’s nothing wrong with some kissing. You did good by stopping it there. When you see her next time just let her know that’s as far as you want to let it go.”
  1018. “Next time?”
  1019. >She rolls her eyes
  1020. >”It’s pretty obvious you like this girl or else you wouldn’t be so worried about her flipping her shit on you. Just keep it civil. Be a gentleman. You’re probably one of her first boyfriends and her body’s probably going crazy with hormones.”
  1021. >You look at her in slight disbelief
  1022. “Boyfriend? Aren’t you getting a little ahead of yourself?”
  1023. >She shrugs
  1024. >”Maybe, just wishful thinking.”
  1025. “You realize you’re actively encouraging me to go after someone EIGHT YEARS younger than I am right?”
  1026. >Another shrug
  1027. >”Just don’t do anything stupid.”
  1028. >You sit in thought for some time before speaking up again
  1029. “I don’t know. It seems like a disaster waiting to happen. And I don’t know how I feel about all this yet.”
  1030. >”So think about it. You spend so much time in your own head and don’t actually get anything done. Sometimes I wonder if you’re even capable of deeper thought.”
  1031. “Love you too mom.”
  1032. >She blows a kiss at you before returning to her food with you following suit
  1033. >The conversation had helped to alleviate some of your worries but there was a lingering unease gnawing at the back of your conscience
  1034. >You finish your dinner and wash the dishes before retiring to your room
  1035. >Passing the time in the usual ways helps keep you occupied until it reached that time of night again
  1036. >You look at the box of tissues nearby
  1037. >It had laid there untouched since before Monday
  1038. >Every time you went to get yourself off you could only think about her, the feel of her ass under your fingers, the smell of her hair, her soft lips and taste pressing into you
  1039. >It made you feel sick to know that you were fantasizing about her like that
  1040. >That you had done those things to someone barely more than a child
  1041. >Yet another night goes by in which you leave the tissues unmolested and lay yourself in bed without release
  1042. >It takes you a long time to fall asleep that night and it is anything but restful when you do
  1043.  
  1044. ...
  1045.  
  1046. >Thursday passes mostly uneventfully as you manage the store
  1047. >A few patrons come in and you help them as needed but nothing of interest comes to pass until later in the day towards closing time
  1048. >You’re washing the front windows when you hear footsteps approaching from your side
  1049. >You look up from your crouched position to see a familiar face
  1050. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t be coming around here anymore.”
  1051. >”Believe me, I wasn’t eager to show my face after how I acted last time.”
  1052. >Turning back to the window you continue scrubbing
  1053. “I feel like maybe we should talk about it.”
  1054. >”I was hoping you’d just let that go actually...”
  1055. >You hum in your throat and shake your head
  1056. “Yeah I don’t think that’s gonna fly this time. I need to know what’s going on with you if we’re gonna keep this up.”
  1057. >”Keep this up?”
  1058. >Her tone questioned your authenticity with hope lingering in the fringe
  1059. “Well unless you were just coming on to me to try and have sex with me. Cause I’m not really into that especially if I’m liable to end up in jail for it.”
  1060. >”I-No- I mean kind of but that’s not really... Look, I wasn’t myself and I don’t know. I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I just get... like that sometimes and it’s like everything but what my body’s feeling goes out the window so I’m sorry.”
  1061. >You stop washing the window to look at her
  1062. >You stare unflinching until her own gaze wavers
  1063. “Why me?”
  1064. >Her gaze returns to you
  1065. >”I meant what I said even if I wasn’t all there. I do think you’re handsome and very nice and I like that you worry about how I feel instead of just getting what you want. You’re sweet.”
  1066. “Couldn’t have just found someone your age?”
  1067. >”I’ve always liked older boys. I only ever get to hang out with adults and Diamond so I tend to gravitate towards more mature people.”
  1068. “Diamond? And I’m a man, not a boy, that’s something you seem to be forgetting. Maybe you should wait till you’re eighteen before looking for a sugar daddy.”
  1069. >Her head cocks slightly and her eyes narrow sharply
  1070. >Guess you poked at the wrong spot
  1071. >”I am no common hussie and I am not looking for a ‘sugar daddy’. I have neither the need nor the desire and if I did which I never would or will I would certainly set my sights higher than someone working the counter of a bookstore!”
  1072. >She huffs to cap off her statement and turns her head away from you defiantly
  1073. >You laugh
  1074. >It starts as breathy air until you’re chuckling in your throat
  1075. >”What?”
  1076. “So you are from a rich family then? I kind of figured but thanks for confirming it.”
  1077. >”What do you mean?”
  1078. >The sharp edge in her tone had only slightly abated under curiosity
  1079. “Well the way you talk, dress, all the money you’re throwing around every time you’re here. The fact that you seem to be friends with someone named Diamond and the only type people who would name their kid that are the most trashy of trailer park folk or someone who is actually well off enough to wear high end jewelry and not just dream about it. And you don’t really seem like you’d run with the former crowd.”
  1080. >”Yes, what of it? You could have just asked me.”
  1081. “Honestly I don’t know if I can trust you since for one I barely know you. And for two you’ve basically been bipolar ever since we did meet.”
  1082. >”There... is some truth to that. Can we talk inside please?”
  1083. “What’s wrong with out here?”
  1084. >”I’d just like some privacy is all.”
  1085. >Finding nothing of suspect in her voice you agree and quickly finish the task at hand
  1086. >You lead her indoors and leave her in the common area as you put away the cleaning supplies
  1087. >As you return you find her sitting in an armchair with her hands folded over her skirt which you notice had been smoothed meticulously
  1088. >Back straight and eyes forward she follows your movements until you sit on the couch and turn towards her
  1089. “So, we barely know each other. But we still like each other at least somewhat. And there’s obviously more going on with you than is normal. So why don’t you start by actually telling me what’s up with you?”
  1090. >”I told you before, I just feel like I can’t control myself sometimes. It’s-“
  1091. “No, I mean tell me exactly what’s wrong with you. Why you get all weird and what makes you like that. Why were you smelling me the other day? Why are you so eager to jump my bones? All of it, spill it.”
  1092. >Her eyes roll slightly as they narrow in annoyance
  1093. >One hand rises up and adjusts her glasses before returning to her lap
  1094. >She speaks suddenly and concisely
  1095. >”Fine. When I hit puberty my body went through the usual changes. I got taller, my body become more feminine. Acne, periods, and everything normal. Something else started too though and I don’t know why it’s happening to me. People get ‘horny’ when they go through adolescence but for me it’s incredibly strong. If something triggers it then it dominates every thought I have until I can...”
  1096. >She pauses to clear her throat sheepishly
  1097. >”...relieve myself. Usually it takes multiple times for me to calm down once I’m like that though. My mind gets hazy, fuzzy, I can’t think very well and I just move on instinct a lot of the time. I’ve gotten a little better about keeping it under control but as you may have noticed it takes a lot of effort to keep myself focused when it hits.”
  1098. >Guess that explains a few things
  1099. >You think for a moment
  1100. “What ‘triggers’ it?”
  1101. >”Many things. Seeing someone I find overly attractive. Being touched in an intimate way, stray thoughts even, certain scents.”
  1102. “So what did you smell the other day?”
  1103. >”I’m not sure. It was... musky, heady, whatever it was it was coming from you. And it smelled so... so...-“
  1104. >She shakes her head and pinches the bridge of her nose
  1105. >”It smelled good.”
  1106. >She finishes plainly and bluntly with her eyes closed
  1107. “Got it, I think. So basically you’re a nympho?”
  1108. >Her hands clench her dress and the previously smooth fabric crumples within her fists
  1109. >”No. Do not call me that.”
  1110. “Oookay, didn’t mean to rile you up.”
  1111. >”I am not some sexual deviant. I won’t let this define who I am.”
  1112. “That’s good to hear, I guess? So answer me this. Were you making out with me and groping me because you wanted to or because I was the nearest thing around and you just wanted to get your hands on something?”
  1113. >She looks down for a spell before looking back up to you tinged with embarrassment
  1114. >”To be honest, It’s hard to stop thinking about you even when I’m not in one of my bouts. I had wanted to kiss you for a while, and you may have been my first...”
  1115. >Ah for fucks sake
  1116. “You’re telling me that that was your first kiss?”
  1117. >Her head lowers somewhat and her hands twist at her skirt nervously
  1118. >Is she blushing?
  1119. >”Well, yes.”
  1120. >Guess you’d stolen away something important
  1121. >Or rather had it thrust upon you in the moment
  1122. >The knowledge bugs you and you can’t quite place why
  1123. >It just kind of felt wrong that that’s how it went down
  1124. “I don’t think that was a very good way for you to get introduced to macking.”
  1125. >”And what would have been better? It was with someone I trusted and it was on my terms. I enjoyed it, thoroughly, actually.”
  1126. “I mean that’s good and all but it was all passion. There was no romance in it. Isn’t that what girls like?”
  1127. >”It would have been nice... but it was my choosing that lead it to be the way it was. I can’t really change that now can I?”
  1128. “I guess not.”
  1129. >You say the words but they still feel hollow and sour as they hang in the air
  1130. >You can’t help but feel like you’re responsible for things turning out this way even though what she’d said was true
  1131. >It was her choice to do it the way she did
  1132. >And there was no going back and changing that
  1133. >But still...
  1134. “Can I do something for you please?”
  1135. >She looks at you quizzically
  1136. >”What do you mean?”
  1137. “I- look, just answer me. Can I?”
  1138. >She tosses the posed question in her mind before slowly nodding out of curiosity
  1139. “Stand up.”
  1140. >You rise, followed soon after by the hesitant girl
  1141. >Motioning for her to come over to you you stand towering over her short stature
  1142. >Reaching out a hand to her waist you stop
  1143. “May I?”
  1144. >She nods and you let your hand wrap around the back of her waist
  1145. >The other hand raises to her cheek and brushes the hair away from her ear
  1146. >Your fingers rest on the back of her neck with your thumb landing in front of her ear near the temple
  1147. >You can feel her heartbeat steadily increasing and her breath quickening
  1148. >”Anon, what-“
  1149. “Relax, just close your eyes.”
  1150. >She does as you instruct and after a second you bend down connecting your lips to hers
  1151. >A small ‘eep’ escapes her at the sudden contact
  1152. >You softly let your lips roll over hers in a slow and sensual dance
  1153. >You hold her in your arms and sway as the two of your mouths intertwine together
  1154. >The kiss is delicate and sweet just like you wanted it to be
  1155. >A gentle caress holds you both in place for a brief moment before you pull your head back and open your eyes
  1156. >She opens her own soon after to look up at you
  1157. >A deep crimson blazes underneath her pale skin threatening to boil over should it get any more intense
  1158. >Her eyes are half glazed you notice
  1159. “That’s what a first kiss should be like, sorry it had to be your second though.”
  1160. >She looks star struck by your act and works her mouth in a futile attempt to talk
  1161. >”I-I, uh, I um- oh my gosh.”
  1162. >You see a small smile spread across her lips which she raises a hand to cover as she turns her head away from you
  1163. >You release your hold on her waist and step back from her
  1164. >As discretely as you can you adjust your pants
  1165. >She turns back to you as if waiting for something
  1166. >You know that what you’re about to do is a terrible idea but it’s not like you haven’t already been rolling with those up to this point
  1167. “I like you ok? But like I said we still don’t really know each other. If we’re gonna do this then I think we should do it right. That being said, do you want to like, go get dinner or something sometime?”
  1168. >It looks like your words don’t fully register for a few seconds until her eyes light up and her mouth opens
  1169. >”Yes! I mean. Yes, I’d love to. When did you have in mind?”
  1170. “Tomorrow? Could see a movie then go eat or something like that.”
  1171. >”That sounds wonderful.”
  1172. >Just then the old clock in the back of the store chimes letting you know that it was past five in the evening
  1173. >The sound seems to bring her back to attention as she checks her phone
  1174. >”I don’t mean to be rude but I really do need to be heading home. My parents might be wondering where I am by now.”
  1175. >You nod
  1176. “Yeah I should be closing up. So should I come pick you up or...?”
  1177. >She taps through her phone for a few moments then hands it to you
  1178. >”Just put your number in and I can text you my address. How does nine sound?”
  1179. >You type in the numbers talking as you do
  1180. “Won’t your parents be kind of a problem at that time of night? I kinda doubt they’d be cool with this.”
  1181. >”Don’t worry, they won’t be a problem. Just make sure you’re not too early ok?”
  1182. >You hand the phone back to her
  1183. “If you say so.”
  1184. >She turns to look back down the hallway then shifts back to you
  1185. >She closes the distance between the two of you and looks up at you from below
  1186. >She stares for a second then curls a finger in a come hither motion
  1187. >”Come down here.”
  1188. >You bend at her words and find her lips pressed lightly into yours for a second before releasing
  1189. >You stand up straight as she backs off and looks at you with bubbling glee only being lightly suppressed by her practiced, calm, demeanor
  1190. >”Okay, um, I’ll see you tomorrow?”
  1191. “Yeah, see you tomorrow.”
  1192. >She gives a cute little wave before using her hand to cover her smile again
  1193. >”Bye.”
  1194. “See ya.”
  1195. >She walks down the hall turning to give one last wave before rounding the corner and heading for the door
  1196. >The door jingles in the distance before closing and leaving you in a happy silence
  1197. >Your mom’s gonna have a field day with this shit
  1198.  
  1199. ...
  1200.  
  1201. >”Anon, where are you going?”
  1202. “Uh, out?”
  1203. >”Where, it’s late.”
  1204. “I’m just gonna hang with some friends. A friend.”
  1205. >”And what’s this friend’s name? Last I checked you were kind of short on those.”
  1206. >Ouch
  1207. “Spoon.”
  1208. >”What like Meth Spoon? People name their kids the weirdest shit nowadays.”
  1209. >You raise a finger in question, then curl it in confusion, finally you splay your hand out palm up in bewilderment
  1210. “Ok, firstly, Silver Spoon. Second, people have been naming their kids weird shit at least since your parents had you miss ‘Storm Kicker’. And third, you LITERALLY named me Anonymous. You cursed me from birth to be forgettable.”
  1211. >”Hey, it’s a neat name, nice nickname too. Just imagine your cute little gay friend cooing your name as you pile drive him. ‘Oh Anon, mmmph Anon deeper, harder Anon.”
  1212. >She places her hands on the table taking fake thrusts from some unseen force as she acts out getting railed, presumably by her own son
  1213. >A few blinks bring it to your attention that you did in fact just witness that
  1214. “What the fuck is wrong with you? He’s not- he’s not even a he!”
  1215. >Her giggles stop dead as she hears your words
  1216. >Oh god now you did it
  1217. >”Waitwaitwait. So you’re telling me. That you’re leaving this house. At this time of night. To meet a friend. Who. Is. A. Girl?! Hold on, I’ll be right back.”
  1218. >She turns on heel and heads deeper into the house
  1219. >Leg it! Run! It’s your only chance!
  1220. >Yeah thanks brain I’m on it
  1221. >”Don’t you dare leave!”
  1222. >God damn it it’s like she was in your fucking head sometimes
  1223. >You groan and wipe a hand over your face
  1224. >At least whatever it was couldn’t be as bad as the image of you raw dogging your mom’s ass that was still stuck in your mind
  1225. >Dick, don’t you even fucking dare twitch I am not into that
  1226. >Your why boner has no time to respond as your mom returns post haste carrying a box of condoms
  1227. “Oh my god mom, what the fuck!”
  1228. >She plucks out a string of condoms and tears one off before pocketing it and shoving the rest of the box in your hands
  1229. >”I just want you to be safe.”
  1230. >You look at the box then at her
  1231. “Wha- I’m not a fuck machine! Why do you even have these?”
  1232. >”Because *I* just want to be safe.”
  1233. She sticks her tongue between her teeth in a sassy grin as she winks at you
  1234. >She pushes you around by the shoulder and shoves you to the door
  1235. >”I won’t keep you any longer. Go have fun!”
  1236. >The door shuts behind you and you stand in astonishment for a few moments
  1237. >You turn around and knock three times
  1238. “I still need my keys!”
  1239.  
  1240. ...
  1241.  
  1242. >Jesus
  1243. >The houses here were huge
  1244. >Guess you were wrong about the rich thing, wealthy was more like it
  1245. >You check your phone to see that you’re headed to the right place
  1246. >When she texted you she’d told you to park a few houses down
  1247. >This one’s about as good as any you guess
  1248. >You’re across the street and a ways off from the actual destination but you wait as requested
  1249. >You sit for nearly 15 minutes as time passes beyond 9 and you begin to worry
  1250. >Was that little minx actually standing you up?
  1251. >She didn’t seem like she was fucking with you when she said yes...
  1252. >Maybe you’re just a total loser who has become so out of touch that you can’t even read social cues anymore
  1253. >Oh wait no, there she is
  1254. >Your thoughts abate as you watch her stroll along the opposite sidewalk as she spots your car
  1255. >She crosses the street and as she does you see her wearing a fine dark blue dress that drops to just above her knees
  1256. >It looks beautiful and the black embroidery accentuates her smaller bust to make it seem more apparent without being slutty
  1257. >Elegant seems like too light a word
  1258. >You immediately panic as you remember the clothes that you’re wearing are nothing more than a flannel and jeans
  1259. >A sudden self consciousness rises up in you at the realization that you were taking a presumably wealthy girl in a fancy dress to get chili’s and watch the newest slaughter-sphere movie
  1260. >Slaughter-Sphere 7: The Re-Sphereening
  1261. >Maybe you should have taken her dancing instead...
  1262. >You don’t know how to dance
  1263. >Shut up brain
  1264. >*Thunk*
  1265. >”Uh, hi.”
  1266. >You turn to see her climb up into your car before plopping down in the overly large seat and clicking the seatbelt into place
  1267. “Sup, I didn’t realize it was formal wear for this. Sorry.”
  1268. >She looks at you and then down at herself
  1269. >”Sorry, I’d have worn something nicer if I didn’t have to jump out the window.”
  1270. >*That* isn’t nice to her? How fucking loaded is she
  1271. >Wait
  1272. >What?
  1273. “Jump out the window?”
  1274. >She smoothes her dress out
  1275. >”To get out of the house. I had to get out without my parents knowing. They think I’m asleep though so don’t worry.”
  1276. >You start the car and head towards the street
  1277. “Oh so your room’s on the first floor?”
  1278. >”Third actually. The roof slopes down to the second floor though and I can jump from there.”
  1279. “So you’re telling me you jumped off your *second story* roof?”
  1280. >She nods
  1281. >”Yeah.”
  1282. “Just kinda jumped? Off your roof?”
  1283. >”Well I have to roll when I hit the ground. I do a lot of gymnastics so I’m used to it.”
  1284. >You reach a stop light and turn to look at her
  1285. >Now that you’re inspecting closely you can actually see some grass fiber hanging off her dress in places
  1286. >You’re starting to think she actually jumped off her roof
  1287. >You shake your head ever so slightly
  1288. >Are all woman crazy or just the ones you know?
  1289. >”So what’s for dinner.”
  1290. >Uhhhhhh
  1291. “Chili’s?”
  1292. >”Ooo I’ve never been there. Is it good?”
  1293. >Maybe to budget living middle class peasants like yourself
  1294. “I mean, I like it. And I can afford it.”
  1295. >You laugh nervously waiting to see her reaction
  1296. >”If you wanted to go somewhere else I could just pay.”
  1297. >You side eye her as you drive
  1298. “No.”
  1299. >”Why not?”
  1300. “Because the guy’s supposed to pay, at least on the first date. It’s like the thing you’re supposed to do, chivalry and all that.”
  1301. >”But if I have plenty of money then why shouldn’t I just pay?”
  1302. “Because you shouldnt? It’s like you’ve never been on a date or something.”
  1303. >”I haven’t.”
  1304. >You look at her for a moment before turning back to the road
  1305. “I keep forgetting how young you are.”
  1306. >”Good, forget it when we’re sitting in the back of the movie theatre too.”
  1307. >The words are half mumbled out and under her breath but you hear them nonetheless
  1308. >You see her eyes shoot open and a hand fly up to her mouth in shock
  1309. >”I didn’t say that out loud did I?”
  1310. >You nod with a stupid grin
  1311. “Oh you totally did.”
  1312. >She covers her face with her hand and slides down in her seat making it appear even more comically large than it already did with her in it
  1313. >”I’m already messing this up.”
  1314. >She whispers to herself but you pick it up
  1315. “No you’re not. That’s one thing I want to get out of the way though. I’m not really comfortable with all this so we’re not doing anything scandalous ok? Just going out for a nice dinner, on my dime by the way. Seeing a movie. And maybe you’ll get a goodnight kiss if you behave.”
  1316. >”Isn’t the girl the one that decides that last part?”
  1317. “Yeah but unlike you I’m not the one who seems desperate here.”
  1318. >She opens her mouth and swivels her head at you to retort before shutting it and looking straight ahead
  1319. >”I can usually handle myself ok? It’s just... did you have to put so much cologne on?”
  1320. >You sniff yourself
  1321. “But I only put on one spray...”
  1322. >Truth be told you can barely smell it
  1323. >Maybe it’s just because you’ve been sitting in the car so long
  1324. “Sorry, I just won’t put any on next time.”
  1325. >”It’s fine, can we have the windows open a little though?”
  1326. >You comply and crack the windows to vent the car
  1327. >The brisk night air permeates the cabin as you drive towards the restaurant
  1328. >A bit of an unnerving silence fills the car with only the wind to provide noise in the background
  1329. “Do you have a movie you wanted to see or...? Cause I’ve got one in mind but I’m not sure you’d be into it.”
  1330. >She quickly nods
  1331. >”Mmhmm. Slaughter Sphere 7”
  1332. >You raise in eyebrow at her in question
  1333. “Slaughter Sphere?”
  1334. >She smiles cutely at you
  1335. >”Yeah Diamond and I watch the old ones all the time together.”
  1336. “Aren’t you a bit young to watch that stuff?”
  1337. >”No.”
  1338. >To the point you see
  1339. “And how does little underage you expect to get in to that?”
  1340. >”You’re 22. You can buy R-rated tickets for those who happen to be age challenged but are still mature.”
  1341. “Not just using me to get in are you?”
  1342. >She scoffs in mock offense at your jest
  1343. >”Of course not. If you don’t want to see it then what was your suggestion?”
  1344. >You bark with laughter at her question and shake your head
  1345. >”What?”
  1346. “It was Slaughter Sphere.”
  1347. >Her accusatory stare dissolves into a bubbly giggle at the revelation
  1348. >”Hypocrite.”
  1349. >You shrug and you both share a laugh as you pull into the parking lot of the restaurant

Silver Spoon story (wip)

by jdb