#OG story got nuked while it was still on pastebin https://pastebin.com/WUA2Fi6h >What a boring fuckin job >Book >Shelf >Cart >Sigh >Book >Shelf >Cart >Sigh- >Ding! >Ding? >Oh, right, ding >You head to the front of the store leaving your cart of unorganized books behind >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 >She was cute >Powder blue glasses, hair in a braid >Nice legs too, cute little butt in a skirt >Jesus would you stop thinking like that? She looks like she’s twelve or something >This is dick to brain, negative, we haven’t had a good stroke sesh in a few days now >”Excuse me? Could I get these two books please?” >Shit! “Yeah, sorry about that. Just the two?” >You make your way behind the desk as you speak while mentally reprimanding yourself >Sneak another glance at that butt tho >”Yes please...” >Her voice gives off a hint of embarrassment which you pay no mind to >Until you see the books that is >One is just a book on obscure and uncommon medical conditions but the other is from the adult romance section of the shop >You had stocked books a ton of times and had seen that particular book before >It was the third in the series >Kids are getting started early these days huh? >You put on your practiced, blank, customer service face and ring up the items “Alright, anything else I can do for you?” >You look up and the girl’s staring at you, red in the cheeks >Her eyes readjust and you can see a small amount of panic behind them >”No! Nope that’s it, thank you.” >She takes her books and dashes out the door >Weird >Oh well >Your eyes drift down to the open register >Wait! >Fuck! >She ran off before paying >You stand up and bolt out the store searching for her >Nothing >Fuuuuuck >You’re getting written up for sure for this shit... ... >Book >Shelf >Cart >Sigh >Whatever, fuck this shit, you can do it later >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 >Besides, the boss lady wouldn’t be in till closing to take the extra cash to the bank >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 >Noon turns to evening as 5 pm rolls around >Just a few more hours... >At this rate you might actually get bored enough to read a book >Wouldn’t be the first time >Instead you opt to try spinning a pen around your hand >Instead of a sophisticated twirl you get a clumsy jerk and the pen meets the floor not long after >You curse while bending down to grab the pen >As you do so you hear the door to the shop creak open >Your blood runs cold >The boss wasn’t supposed to be in till tonight and you’d definitely get an earful for not stocking the books yet >You whip up but don’t see anyone there >What? >It takes you a second to notice the small head of silver hair barely poking above the counter >Oh >Right >Customers exist >This one in particular you were familiar with and not in the best way >You squint at her suspiciously with a slight frown “Can I help you?” >Your tone is curt and sharp but you keep a civil pretense for the moment >The girl shifts under your gaze uncomfortably before placing a hand on the counter >”Hi, I was in here the other day and I kind of ran out without paying. You probably knew that though...” >You arch an eyebrow and give a humorless breath of a laugh in response >The girl quickly rolls into her next sentence >”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-“ >Her mouth attempts to keep the excuses flowing but her brain seems to have run out of material >You roll your eyes and hold a hand up to stop her “Alright alright, I get it. Relax.” >Your words have at least some effect as the girl’s grip on the counter loosens >She looks up at you with worried eyes >”Did I get you in trouble?” >This time your chuckle does have some slight humor to it “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.” >You jab a thumb over your shoulder indicating the lounge area >A pause hangs in the air for a second before you add “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?” >Her face goes beet red but she ignores the question >”Money isn’t a problem. I’m sorry if I caused you any trouble but here.” >She reaches into her purse before placing money in excess of what the books cost on the counter and slides it over to you >You grab the bill and open the register to get change but she stops you >”Wait, just keep the rest. For your trouble...” >You look at the bill and back to the girl >If she was telling the truth she’d be giving you close to a $30 tip “Are you sure?” >”Yes.” “Why?” >”Why would you have given me a discount?” >That makes you pause for a second since you don’t actually know why yourself “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.” >She lets out a chuckle of her own >”Do you really think you should be cursing when talking to customers?” “Do you really think a preteen girl should be reading smut novels?” >You fire back without thinking and regret the words as soon as they’re said >She half rolls her eyes but concedes the point anyway >”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.” >She stares you up and down with a distant look for some time with her cheeks tinging a slight red despite her words “What is it?” >Her eyes lift up to meet yours and she comes out of her stupor with a start, any previous composure seemingly gone again >”Sorry, I just get a little flustered around cute boys.” >With that she turns and walks down the hall to the door >She stops and turns before leaving >”Thank you, I’m sorry again for the trouble.” >She turns to the door but doubles back around indecisively >”I’m fourteen by the way.” >Without another word she’s out the door >That... was weird >Something told you your business with her wasn’t quite over >Or was that just you hoping because it was the most interesting thing to happen in weeks? ... >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 >An extra $30 was pretty nice on a college kids budget too so you had that to keep your spirits up a little >You’d seen no sign of little miss fourteen year old the past few days >Actually you’d barely seen anyone >At this rate you were worried you were going to get canned because there was no business coming in >Not a lot of bookworms nowadays >At least not many that had the money for physical copies anyway >Damn computers takin er jerbs >Stop acting like an old man, you’re only like 22 >You think... >It was honestly hard to keep track sometimes >Whatever >You shoot a breath out of your mouth and rise from your seat at the desk >Stretching with a groan you pop some joints in your fingers before making your way towards the back of the shop >If no one was gonna come in you may as well read something >Not like there was a lack of material for you to choose from >You stand staring at the fantasy section for a number of minutes indecisively until an idea crosses your mind >You snort out a small laugh before turning and heading to the romance section of the store >It doesn’t take you long to find what you’re looking for and you grab the book off the shelf >You take a second to soak in the cover and the title Extra Curricular: Hot for Teacher >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 >Pfft, no wonder that kid was embarrassed >The cover made it look like little more than a porno mag and you figured the others in the series were much the same >You take your selection and retreat to the reading lounge to see what about these books was so worthy of lengthy enjoyment >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 >Primed and ready you dive right into your book for the next half an hour >Oh >Oh damn >You were only about 50 pages in and HOLY SHIT >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 >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 >The type of stuff in there was enough to make a war vet blush >The more you read the tighter your pants got and you had to shift yourself several times to get comfortable >All of what you were reading made you think two things >For one, what the FUCK was your store doing carrying this kind of shit >It almost felt illegal just reading it >And two, what in the FUCK was that little girl doing reading this stuff >The more pages you turned the more fetishes sprung forth and the more perverse the story got >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 >You become engrossed in what you’re reading and continue on for quite some time >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 >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 >Standing directly across the coffee table from you was the silver haired girl wearing one of the smuggest grins you had ever seen “Jesus christ don’t sneak up on people like that.” >She lets out a small giggle and adjusts her glasses >”Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you having a good time.” >She finishes her sentence by pointing down at your crotch where your not so hidden erection was tenting up >You quickly slam the book down on top of yourself to cover your shame, wincing as you accidentally clock yourself in the dick >You sputter for a response but only succeed at making her giggle even harder into the back of her hand >This time the tables are turned as she holds up a hand to stop your own verbal flailing >”I didn’t realize reading on the job was allowed. Does your boss know?” “Well not exactly, what momma don’t know won’t hurt her though.” >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 >”You mean to tell me your mom owns this place and you’re jacking off in the back while on the clock?” >You throw your hands up hoping to somehow defend yourself from the accusations “It’s just an expression! And I-I-I was not- I wasn’t- you know-!” >You flail your arms in an exasperated motion pointing to the area around you “I wouldn’t do that kind of thing back here. I was just reading!” >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 >You sit up and wave a hand at her “What is it? Can I help you? Do you need something?” >Her eyes drift over the book on your lap at your last question >You watch her vision wax over for a moment before snapping back into focus >Suddenly her demeanor’s a bit less cocksure than before but she answers your question with a smile >”Just here for the next book.” >She smiles while holding it up for you to see >She held number four and five in the seemingly ongoing tale of the lecherous school girl in her hand >You blink dumbly for a second before shaking your head “Wait over by the counter, I’ll be right there.” >The grin on her face spreads wider >”Got something to finish up back here?” >You rub your hand over your face before snapping back at her “No, just- just give me a second ok?” >She takes the hint and the sound of giggling trails off towards the counter >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 >You round the counter and grab the book off of it before stopping just short of ringing it up >Book >Singular “Where’s the other one?” >She looks up at you with big, innocent, eyes >”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.” >You hold the book in the air and stare down at her suspiciously >All that greets you is a sweet little smile that only a devil in disguise could be wearing >You keep your mouth shut and ring up the book before telling her the total >She hands you another large bill from out of her purse which you take >You shake your head as you’re making her change >You hand her the money and hold the book just out of her arm’s reach “Someone your age really shouldn’t be reading stuff like this.” >”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?” >You shrug noncommittally “I was just checking it out to see what was so good about it.” >You weren’t exactly lying but you both knew it had gone beyond that already >”It’s good right? Wait till you get to the second one when her little sister becomes a freshman.” >She punctuates her sentence with a wink before taking the book from your now slightly limp hand >Strolling to the door she stops and turns to you once again >She gives you a cute little wave and a smile before exiting the store >It shames you but your pants had gotten a little bit tighter than you cared to admit at the sight >You’re going to hell aren’t you? ... >Man, you knew you should have left earlier >Your work out had taken longer than expected and you had to go straight to work without showering >At least there probably wouldn’t be many people coming in >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 >You would only be worried because she was a customer and it’s improper to be disheveled in the work place >You just don’t want to seem unprofessional >Right? >Right >You don’t smell that strong at least >You think >No reason to worry about that now though >You go through your routine of setting the shop up for business before retreating back to the reading lounge once again >It had become somewhat of a routine for you as you had little to do most days >You were almost to the end of the first book and were honestly a bit eager to start the second >So you sat and you read >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 >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 >It had ended on a cliffhanger with the lead trying to work her magic on a different teacher for a better grade >She’d been rather taken aback to find out that he only really preferred younger women >Much younger >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 >It was just up to her to convince her sister to go along with it >And that’s where it ended >Writers are such cockteases >Both literally and figuratively in this case >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 >Oh boy, time to test out how funky you smell >You make your way to the front and find an older lady perusing the shelves >She notices you and you acknowledge her with a wave before going to sit behind the counter >You sit drumming your fingers against your thigh for the better part of 20 minutes as she wanders through the store >You had resorted to browsing the internet when the woman came up to the desk asking for help finding a specific book of poetry >You wracked your brain for a moment then led her down an isle >As you did so you heard the front door open again >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 >Ringing her up and completing the transaction you wave goodbye with a practiced smile and sit back down in your chair >That didn’t go too poorly >Didn’t seem like she could notice the smell >Although she might have been old enough that her senses had started to dull >You shrug to yourself internally before ending your useless musing >”Hello there.” [spoiler]General Kenobi[/spoiler] [spoiler]Shut up brain[/spoiler] >You start a little at the disembodied voice before peering over the computer to once again find a silver, braided, ponytail >A small flutter in your stomach makes itself known when you recognize her “You know you really need to stop doing that. Drink some milk or something so I can actually see you over the register.” >She shoots you a pouty glare >”Maybe you should just be more attentive.” “I was helping a customer. And just cause I didn’t see you doesn’t mean I didn’t hear the door open.” >You respond with a bit of a smirk and let it hang in the air for a second before continuing “So what’ll it be today? The usual? You sure go through those quickly don’t you?” >She shrugs feigning indifference >You see her sniff at the air directly afterwards, eyes darting around as if searching for the smell for a moment >You cringe inwardly but she doesn’t seem to make anything of it >”They’re a good read. Don’t you agree?” “I do actually. I just finished the first one before you got here.” >Her eyes light up at your words and she visibly perks up >”How did you like the ending?” >*sniff* >”Did you start the second book yet?” >*sniff* >”W-What do you think of the sister?” >*sniff* >”She’s uh- cute right? >*sniff* >”Younger girls are always cute- cuter aren’t they?” >The questions rapidly rattle out of her only slowed by her nose punctuating each question >You look at her and she seems to be in a dreamy state by the end of her prodding >Her eyes are looking at you but they’re not looking *at* you >It was as if she’d gone into a trance or something “You ok there?” >Her vision seems to refocus on you and her mouth opens as if to say something before closing again only to reopen it >”Yes, I-I’m fine. What-umm...” >She pinches the crease of her eyes behind her glasses between her thumb and index fingers with an intense look of focus >”What were we uh-“ >*sniff* >Aaaaand she’s gone again >What’s going on with her >At that moment she shakes her head quickly >”Talking about! Sorry, what were we talking about? >And we’re back [spoiler]With EA radio BIG[/spoiler] [spoiler]Shut UP brain[/spoiler] >You arch an eyebrow questioningly “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.” >You think about leaving her last two questions lie but it gets the better of you “What exactly did you mean by the young girls thing?” >She gives you a small but knowing smile >”Oh you know, we’re more innocent.” >She gives you a cute smile >”We get to dress in cute little outfits.” >She places her purse on the counter and steps back >Raising her arms and does a twirl for you, her skirt lifting up as she does and- >OKAY THOSE ARE HER PANTIES >White with light blue lace and small intricate designs across the face of her backside >The panties molded to her shape as if they were a size too small and presented her more than modest posterior in full form >That was all you could glean in the span of about a second while they were exposed >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 >Stepping back up to the counter she presses herself against it >It’s just high enough for her to rest her petite chest on it which she does before leaning towards you >”We’re very curious. Naive even.” >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 >Her eyes flutter and she wobbles slightly on her tiptoes as the air fills her lungs >”You could probably convince us to do just about anything if you wanted to...” >She closes her eyes and takes another deep breath through her nose just inches away from you >She stands stock still for a moment enjoying whatever sensation was flooding her brain before her eyes snap open >She recoils backwards quickly and holds the back of her hand up to her nose >”Nnnh! What’s that s-smell? It- it smells so...” >Okay you knew you’d gotten sweaty while working out but you didn’t think you smelled that ba- >”...so good.” >What? >As she says the words her eyes lose focus again and her hand slowly drops from her nose >She leans forward once again visibly sniffing in your direction >”Nnnh! Hah!” >She shifts her legs underneath her seemingly rubbing them together >She looks close to drunk if you had to guess but you can’t tell why or how it happened >You start to feel slightly worried at the display playing out before you “You ok?” >She opens her eyes once again with a loud yelp and forcefully pushes herself away from the counter >A look of panic like someone waking out of a nightmare overtakes her and she throws her hand up to pinch her nostrils shut >In a nasally voice she hastily spits out a few words >”I’m sorry but I have to go!” >She dashes for the door and throws it open before running out onto the sidewalk >You stand stunned at what just happened for a second before your eyes drift down to the counter >Her purse still rested on the wooden surface completely forgotten by its owner >What the actual fuck ... >What a weird ass day >At least it’s over >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 >The only word you could think of to describe it was bizarre >And she had left her purse >That makes twice now that she’s run off and forgot something important >Wonder if that’s a habit of hers... >Your thoughts slowed as you approached your front door >Turning the key in the lock you push the door open and are greeted by the smell of dinner >You walk through the kitchen to get to your room and are greeted as you round the corner >”Welcome back, how was work?” “Hey mom, it was ok. Kind of weird though.” >You proceed to your room to drop your stuff off with your mom calling down the hall to you >”Weird how? Did somebody actually come in for once?” >You chuckle softly at her remark before heading back to the dining room where she had set the table for dinner >You take the seat opposite hers and sit down “A few actually. One person left in a hurry and forgot their stuff. They seemed pretty distracted.” >”They leave any money? You deserve some extra cash for all the hard work you do.” >Her last sentence was dripping with sarcasm “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.” >Your mom throws a stupid look at you and wiggles her eyebrows >You know where this is going >”Her? She? You got yourself a little girlfriend there anon?” >You sigh and slightly shake your hands at her in frustration “No mom, come on, not every girl I meet is girlfriend material.” >”Well is she cute? Does she have a nice pair of girls.” >She squishes her arms together emphasizing her chest before shaking it back and forth “No mom, no. Why do you do this shit to me?” >She just laughs in the face of your discomfort >”Because I know I’m still hot and it’s fun to mess with you.” >She smiles innocently at you before her face and tone goes sour >”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.” “Ok I really didn’t need any of those images in my head.” >She shrugs then points her fork at you in between bites >”You didn’t answer my question.” “What?” >”Is she cute?” >You pause caught between saying what you actually thought and what you should say >The latter wins out but not before your mom notices something’s up “Mom she’s like fourteen.” >This makes her stop her chewing for a second before rolling her eyes >”Figures.” >You take a bite of your food while she swallows her own >”But you do think she’s cute.” >Her eyes narrow and again her fork is jabbed accusingly at you >”At this rate you may as well start cradle robbing or you’ll be single till you die like me.” >You nearly choke on your food >You swallow and cough to clear your throat before showing your hand palm up to her “Mom what the fuck. She’s eight years younger than me.” >”It’s only weird because you’re young, if she were 30 and you were 38 no one would bat an eye.” “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a terrible influence?” >”Your father, but I’m not the one that got caught railing coke off my secretary’s ass now am I?” >You tilt your head in defference “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.” >She smirks >”Hey I was single ok? And it was his dick not his ass.” “Okie dokie time to change the subject. How was work for you today?” >She doesn’t skip a beat and starts rattling on about her job until the end of dinner >Woman sure loved to talk when she got the chance >You finish your meal and place the dishes in the dishwasher before retiring to your room >Jesus your family is so fucked up >At least your mom loves you >Your dad... >Well it’d be kind of hard to ask with him living halfway across the country and all >At this rate no one would really be surprised if you ended up a deadbeat >What with your mom smoking weed all the time and your dad being legitimately addicted to drugs >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 >You’ll be better >You’ll get a good job and a good wife and you’ll be a good father >A good role model >You hope >Whatever, you’re already working on the job part, the wife and kids thing can come later >You let your mind drift off the subject in favor of playing videogames >You have the weekend to yourself and all of your homework was already done so there isn’t much for you to worry about >Taking all online classes this semester had been a good decision you think to yourself for the umpteenth time >The night drags on and your mom goes to bed leaving you and the cat the only two conscious things in the house >At least you think the cat’s conscious >Or alive for that matter >Thing was getting way up there in age >Good lap cat though >You sit letting youtube autoplay itself into obscurity as you watch the algorithm propose weirder videos each time you click a different tangential suggestion >It was reaching that time of night though and you decided to switch over to a more adult oriented video playing website >You browse the categories and nothing really piques your interest for a while >Then you spot the teen section >Not your usual but hey maybe tonight it will be >You browse the videos before clicking on one >It doesn’t take long before you’re bored of it and you click off to a different one with a girl with glasses >It’s a bit more to your liking but the video in particular wasn’t doing it for you >You type up “teen, glasses” in the search bar >Once again you don’t really find anything too great >”teen, glasses, skirt” >You look through the videos and again find nothing to scratch the itch >You look at the mass of different selections on your screen >Buxom women in revealing or no clothing abound >None of them even look like teenagers >Your eyes flick up to your search bar and its contents >You stare at it for a moment >Then back down to the videos >Up >Down >Up >You sigh >You click off of the sight and close your eyes >Drawing up a picture in your mind’s eye you begin to rub yourself >The clearer the image you muster the faster you go >Glasses >Skirt >Schoolgirl >Small innocent smile >... >...panties >White with blue lace >It doesn’t take long for you to climax into a waiting tissue >As soon as you come down from your peak you toss it in the trash >Close the browser >Go through your nightly wash routine >Lay in bed >Stare at the ceiling >... >Stare at the ceiling >... >Stare at the ceiling >... >Yeah, you’re going to hell ... >The weekend goes by quickly >You’re left with little to do outside of playing games >At least you would be if you hadn’t brought the second book home with you on Friday... >You had already started it and gotten far enough in for things to get interesting >That’s where you had stopped though >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 >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 >You don’t think it even mentioned her having glasses now that you think about it... >This was going a bit too far and you began to think you had better stop yourself >So you discard the book into your bag and opt for something else to pass the time >Games? >That’ll take your mind off stuff right? >But it didn’t >Aaaaalright >TV? >You turn on a random movie but halfway through you realize that you’re just daydreaming about lewd things instead of paying attention >You think about jerking off >The shame comes back at the thought of what you’d done last time however >You’re not going to stop thinking with your dick unless you do it though >You sit at your computer and pull up a doujin site >”anal, skirt” >Schoolgirls >Schoolgirls >Oh look, more schoolgirls >Why do japs always draw chicks to look like they’re so young? >Bunch of pedos... >You weren’t like them >You wouldn’t actually do anything with a kid >You’re better than that >But it’s just a comic right? >It’s not the same as actually doing it so it’s fine >Right? >Right >That was the logic you put forth in your head as you clicked on a story with a loli on the cover >There was a gnawing at the back of your mind but you push it down and enjoy yourself >Right up until you finish >You sit staring at the screen >At the picture of a young girl getting her pert little butt impaled on a dick as cum sloshes out >Your mouth dries up a little and you click off the page quickly before cleaning up >The rest of the day you find it hard to focus on much of anything >You end up laying in bed around nine willing yourself to sleep >Tomorrow’s Monday and work will keep you busy >Take your mind off of things >You fall asleep with the lies hanging in your mind ... >The next day dawns and you head out to work in the morning >You walk quickly as your mind is still occupied by thoughts of your loosening grip on morality >Ok anon, just treat her like any other customer, all business >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? >Is that when highschool kids get out of class? >Whatever it’ll be fine >Your mom was wrong >You didn’t think she was cute like that >She was just nice and kinda fun to mess with >A friend >No >No Anon >An acquaintance >You don’t even know her name >Wonder what it is... >No >You don’t care what it is >She’s just a customer >Like that old lady looking for the poetry book >You just happened to see her panties one time... >And rubbed one out to the thought of it... >But that was a one time thing >You were just horny and it was the first real thing you’d seen in a while >Yeah >That’s all it was >Definitely not because- >Oh hey you’re at work >The door’s locked >Duh >Keys >Keys? >In your pockets? >Nope >Uhhhhhhh >Backpack? >Yeah they’re in the backpack >You turn the key in the lock and set about going through your routine of opening the store >Setting your bag down once you’re finished you set up to do your homework on the computer while you have the time >Much of the day drags on as you work with a nagging worry eating away at your mind >A few customers come in and every time you hear the door jingle your brain hitches for a second >And every time you watch with baited breath to see who comes through it >No familiar faces though >Good >That’s good >The hours pass as you slog through your homework >At this rate you’d get most of the week’s work done before it had even started >Every few problems you finish you check the clock >Each time it had ticked later and later into the day >Maybe she just won’t come in today >It’s already like 3:30 and she hasn’t shown up yet >Maybe she doesn’t know where she left her purse >She probably doesn’t even need her old purse with how much money she was throwing around each time she was here >Probably forgot all about it >Just bought a new one and moved on >Why were you worrying about seeing her? >She wasn’t coming in today >And by the time she came in for the next book you’ll have your thoughts cleared and your resolve hardened >You’re a good man >You won’t do something horrible >No >Everything was gonna be fine >Just get through today, jerk off again to get it out of your system and you’ll be good >No problem >You feel a bit better about your situation as you finish your assignment and check the clock >It’s a quarter past 4 >You stand up and stretch before moving around to the front of the counter >May as well start closing up shop, no one else is gonna come in today anyway >*Ding-ling* >You turn your head slowly towards the door, your thoughts completely derailed >Something in your gut tells you who it is before you even see her >She approaches you at the desk and smoothes her skirt out as she looks up at you >You see her tentatively sniff the air before coming closer seemingly satisfied with what she did or didn’t smell >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 >”Hello.” “Hey there.” >An awkward pause hangs in the air >”Did I leave my purse here when I...” “Sprinted off after flipping between seemingly drunk and... I don’t know, frustrated, angry? >Her eyes shift around the room avoiding yours >”Uh, yeah. After that...” >You reach behind the counter to where you had stashed the handbag and pull it out “This what you’re looking for?” >You see relief pass over her face as she takes it from you >”Thank you. I haven’t really been myself lately. I’ve been so distracted and I can hardly focus on anything and it’s...” >She sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose >”It’s just been a lot to deal with.” >Her voice is quiet and wavers as she speaks >She pinches her nose harder and squeezes her eyes shut for a moment before opening them and blinking back the wetness >”I’m sorry, this isn’t like me usually.” >Should you... hug her? >No >That’d be weird >She’s just a customer >But still, you can’t just do nothing “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...” >You think of the best word to use for a second “...strange.” >Her eyes fall down to the ground and you see a look of... >Shame? >”I just-“ >She pauses and shakes her head still looking at the floor >”-need something. I need it so badly and it’s all I can think about. All. The time.” >She pauses again and wipes her eyes under her glasses >Taking a shaky breath she continues >”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.” >She’s shaking with ragged breaths halfway between crying and suppressing her emotion >Every time a tear begins to fall she wipes it away in angry obstinance >You don’t really have much you can think to say but you clearly need to >That being the case you say the first thing that comes to mind “What is it that you need?” >She shakes her head as she raises her bloodshot eyes to meet yours with a melancholy smile >”I can’t tell you. I’m sorry.” >Well that doesn’t fuckin help “Ok, but is there anything I can do for you? What can I do to help you?” >She stares at you with a look of shame and suspicion >”Why do you care?” >You look around as if searching for the right words to say “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.” >You pause and look right at her >You shrug and lighten your tone hoping to lighten the mood along with it “And besides, it’s not every day that I meet someone I can actually banter with instead of just someone I can banter at.” >She looks at you blankly >You raise an eyebrow and throw a goofy face her way which succeeds in eliciting a small giggle >”You can’t banter *at* someone, you have to do it *with* someone. That’s what bantering means.” >You let out a snort of a laugh “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.” >”Like what?” >Her voice feigns cute innocence as she crosses her arms over her chest “Nothing that you should be worried about at your age.” >She rolls her eyes at you >”Please, you read the first book so you know what kind of stuff I’ve seen already.” >The two of you share a laugh >You look down at her and she returns the gaze >She lowers her eyes to your torso and swiftly moves forward wrapping her arms around your waist >You tense up at the sudden contact but ease into the hug and pat her back gently relishing the contact >The two of you stand like that for a few long moments as she breathes deeply through her nose calming herself >Letting her arms fall she steps back and smoothes her skirt again >”Thank you.” >You smile at her “No problem.” >Another silent pause fills the air as you stand facing each other >Deciding things had gone at least somewhat back to normal you try to redirect the conversation “So you gonna pick up that book today too or did you just come in for your stuff?” >She thinks and comes to a conclusion before hesitantly speaking >”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.” >You suck air in through your teeth and put a false tone of indecision in your voice “I dunno about that. You’re a real trouble maker.” >She rolls her eyes at you again with a slight smile >You smile back “Yeah it’s fine, you can chill in the lounge if you want. You sure you won’t get bored though?” >She adjusts her glasses before speaking >”I don’t want to bother you if you’re busy but some company would be nice.” >You wave a hand in the air indicating the empty shop “Yeah, real busy. Come on.” >You motion for her to follow you as you turn on your heel and head towards the back >Picking one of the bean bag chairs you flop down and pull out your phone >You notice that instead of sitting she begins to survey the area taking it in >Her eyes roam over the arm chairs, then the couch, and then the bean bags >All of the seats were arranged in a misshapen semi-circle >Following that she scans the bookshelves surrounding the enclosure >”I’ll be right back.” >She walks off between the shelves with you watching her backside as she goes >You mentally berate yourself and pull ip an app on your phone as a distraction >A minute goes by before she returns with a book in her hands >You don’t have to look to know what it is >Walking forward she sits in an armchair opposite your beanbag and crosses one leg over the other and reclines slightly getting comfortable >The two of you sit in quiet company occupied by your respective interests for quite some time >Every few minutes she shifts her legs swapping which one rested on top of the other and each time it drew your attention >Your eyes would catch glimpses of the gray material resting nestled between her thighs in the small period of time that it was visible >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 >You feel yourself begin to grow within your pants >You adjust your crotch and cross your own legs to hide the sight >Not long afterwards she closes her book and gets up from her seat >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 >Walking around she goes up to a bookshelf and scans it quickly before turning around to face you and the chairs >She stares for a moment, pondering something before moving on to the next shelf >She looks back at you and the seats again, studying something >She moves to the next shelf >Looks back at you >Looks at the seats >Next shelf >Looks at you >Checks the chairs >She moves about the room in this fashion only pausing to fidget with something on one of the shelves >She seemingly finds interest in something on the shelf opposite your seat and stays there >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 >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 >Just focus on your phone >”Excuse me?” >Your eyes jerk up at her words only to find her bent fully at the waist looking at the bottom row of books >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 >These ones were a plain gray but had a similar purple lacy pattern around the hem >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 >You felt your manhood solidify as your eyes drank in the sight before you >Her butt shakes back and forth slightly as her head shifts to and fro scanning the bottom shelf >Then she swings her head around to look back at you whilst still being bent over >Your eyes widen and you stammer over yourself trying to find your words “Uh y-yeah what’s up?” >She stands up straight and begins to walk over towards where you were sitting >”Were you staring at me?” >You shake your head “No no, I just looked up because you asked me a question. Wha-What was it you were going to ask?” >She inches closer until she’s standing directly over you and the bean bag >”I was going to ask why you’ve been so nice to me when you barely even know me.” >She places a hand on your foot and pulls it off your knee before letting it fall to the floor >Your shaft was resting along the side of your leg so it wasn’t explicitly obvious >”Do you treat all of your customers this well or just the ones you like?” >You look her in the eyes trying to think of something to say but cotton dominates your mouth >That’s when you see it in her eyes >They’re dreamy >Spacey >You’d seen that look before when she spaced out on Friday >You don’t think she’s in her right mind right now >She places a hand on each of your knees and pushes them apart >Anon you should stop this >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 >Anon >”You do like me right? I know you’ve been looking.” >She places a hand on your leg and you see her eyes widen slightly at what she finds >She must not have been expecting you to be hard >”I like you a lot too. You’re handsome, kind...” >She gives you a light squeeze through your pants and you let out a low groan >Her eyes light up at the sound like she had just struck gold then flutter back into a haze >Anon, stop her “We really shouldn’t be doing this. It isn’t right, I don’t want you to do something you might regret.” >She smiles cutely at you >”And you’re so considerate, you’re worried about me even though you’re so pent up like this.” >She gives you another squeeze and you let out another groan >It was as if every sound you made was transferring some of the sensation to her because she cooed along with you >She’s just a kid Anon >Don’t do this >She leans forward further, closer to your face >You inch backwards just a fraction but it’s enough to halt her progress >Your cock is throbbing underneath her grip as she lightly massages it up and down >”Do you want me to stop? Just tell me to stop and I will.” >You look at her lips and then at her hand on your manhood >Your heart is beating fast enough to feel like it’s going to explode and your head is faint >But you don’t say anything >She starts to move closer again “Wait.” >She freezes “I don’t. Even know. Your name.” >You stagger the words to emphasize the situation >”My name is Silver Spoon.” >You stare into her eyes >All you see is desire >Don’t do this Anon >You’re a good man >Right? “I’m Anon.” >You are weak >She plants her lips directly on yours and falls forward onto your chest >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 >Her lips are soft and you can smell a faint scent of perfume about her wafting up to you >Her hand continues to work your length and your own hands begin to wander >You leave one around the small of her back and move the other down past her skirt >You flip it up and grab one of the mounds of pert flesh underneath rubbing it under your fingers >She stops her lips for a second and moans into you while her body tenses >Her hands find their way under your jaw and pull you back into the kiss once again >You roll her tight cheek in your hand before letting your finger dip down to her mound >You can feel a large damp patch in the cloth underneath your touch >Another moan escapes her mouth into yours and she lowers one of her hands back to your member to resume her groping >You moan in turn back into her mouth as she does so >Something is gnawing at your mind though >As much as you’re enjoying everything that’s happening you can feel it eating away at you >Your grip on her ass lightens >The intensity of your kissing fades >You can taste bile in your mouth >Or maybe it’s just in your mind >Either way this can’t go on >You raise your hand from her butt and place it on her shoulder pushing her off of you >She stares at you with her eyes darting back and forth between the two of yours unsure of which to focus on >A mixture of wild lust and panicked fear adorn her visage >You’re both breathing heavily from your coupling and she’s still rubbing her hand along your length “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.” >You watch her face fall in horror at your words >”Wha-But-But don’t you like it? Don’t you like me? Please, please don’t make me stop.” >She looks like she’s on the verge of hysterics as the panic in her eyes grows >You look away “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...” >You turn back to her and see a cocktail of emotions on her face >Pain, panic, fear, anger, desire >They all fight for dominance but frustration tops all of them >For a second you think she’ll dive back into your mouth >You hope she does >You silently beg in your mind for her to ignore your words >But she removes her hand from your member and places it on your chest >She pushes herself off of you and sits back on her knees >You can see the frustration giving way to panic >”I’m sorry, I just can’t- I-I can’t- “ >She fails to get a sentence out before pushing herself up >”I need this. I need, I need something. I have to-“ >She pinches the bridge of her nose hard and closes her eyes in concentration >You can see a small trickle of blood form under her nails “Woah! Hey, don’t hurt yourself.” >You stand up, having now begun to deflate and lightly grab her shoulder >Opening her eyes she sees the blood on her fingers >She recoils in surprise before digging a handkerchief out of her purse and wiping the blood off both her fingers and her nose >She stands taking large, deep breaths to steady herself >Her eyes snap onto the previously discarded book >She snatches it up along with her purse >”I need something, please. Can I buy this? I need to buy this and then I need to go. I’m sorry.” >You nod numbly and follow her to the desk after she grabs something off of the shelf across from your bean bag >She slaps a 50 dollar bill on the counter >”Just keep the change. I have to go. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” >She continues to chant the words as she jogs to the door >She throws it open and runs outside leaving you alone in the shop with a storm of tumultuous feelings boiling inside of your gut >It’s almost enough to make you sick >You feel disgusted with yourself >You’re a good man >You had to stop it >So why did it feel like you were a monster? ... >Finally, you’re home >You have to get upstairs >You have to get to your room >The fire between your legs is burning fiercely and you need to relieve it >It’s getting hard to... to think >Focus Silver >Deep breathes >Take a deep breath >You pinch the bridge of your nose tenderly to avoid drawing more blood and steadily inhale and exhale >It helps to clear your head if only enough to not seem like a nervous wreck >You unlock the door and step inside >Just get to the stairs and- >”Hello Silver, how was school today?” >You wince minutely at the question but turn to answer ”Hi daddy, school was ok today.” >”Are your grades doing any better?” >You wince slightly “Yes daddy I’ve been working on them. It’s just been really hard to focus lately.” >”That’s good, all that time you spend studying at the library after school seems to be paying off.” “Well, it’s more of a bookstore, but yes it has been.” >”Whatever lets you focus on your work.” >The older man shrugs in his recliner >”Are you still doing that sleepover with Diamond when she gets back?” “If that’s alright with you, yes.” >”Just make sure you get all your homework done beforehand.” >Please just let this conversation end “I will.” >”Alright then.” >You wait for him to continue but when he doesn’t you B-line for the stairs >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 >You throw your purse down after extricating the book and begin stripping hurriedly leaving most of your clothes scattered on the floor >Peeling your wet panties off of the skin they were sticking to and throw them across the room where they crumple against the wall >You scramble onto your bed to lay on your back in the middle of the pile of pillows adorning it >Your legs rub together of their own volition doing anything they can to ease the roaring fire that had started emanating from your slit >Light moans and squeaks of frustration sneak out of you as you flip frantically through the book in your hands >You search desperately for something, anything that could help you >Your hands shake almost too much for you to control them as your flip through page after page scanning each >Your mind hazes over more deeply as you search >You wish Diamond were here >You wish she hadn’t gone on that trip with her family for two weeks >She’s always able to help you calm down when you get like this >When she does it the urge stays away for a little longer than when it’s just your own hands >But she’s not here >She can’t help you >Your mind tosses and turns with a torrent of thoughts as you flip through the pages >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 >There was only one thing occupying your mind now and it dominated it completely as you began to frantically rub at your clit >Him >His smell >His taste >His moans >The throbbing of his cock in your hand as you pleasured him >Oh god >Oh my god >Your legs clench tightly over your hand as it’s coated in a light covering of cum >Your eyes squeeze shut and you hold your breath riding out the orgasm that rapidly hit with full force >You’re not even able to moan as every muscle in your body tenses at once >You shudder and shake in place before releasing and gasping for air >Convulsing on the bed you ride out the waves of sensation from the aftershocks >Some semblance of control returns to you not long after and your hand begins to rub against your clit once again >More >You needed more >The feel of his lips on yours was still vivid in your mind >The feeling of his hand groping your butt >God he made you feel so small as you laid on his chest >You loved it >You wanted him to rip your panties off right there and take you like a wild animal >You imagined him ravaging your tiny frame like a monster descending on its prey >Pounding into your tight pussy with every ounce of strength he had >Pumping in and out of you until he swelled within you and exploded deep inside >You moan out as your hand furiously rubs you into your second peak >You quickly grab a pillow and shove it into your mouth to quiet the rippling moans erupting from your mouth >Clenching the pillow tightly between your teeth and holding it to your chest the aftershocks of your second orgasm tear through your shivering body >You lay panting for air as your brain reboots a second time >A high pitched whine escapes your lips, the fire hadn’t been quelled yet >You start rubbing again instinctually but stop as the sensitive nubs sends off too much sensation bordering on pain >Instead you dip a finger inside of yourself and begin to gyrate it in a circular motion >You alternate between small circles and a beckoning curl of the finger that grazes across your sensitive g-spot >With your free hand you begin to grope and massage at your small breasts >Pinching the nipple you softly roll it between your fingers sending small shocks through the budding nubs >You build yourself up slowly this time >With the panicked desperation for release somewhat abated you are able to enjoy the process rather than just the ending >Images of him float through your brain as you steadily increase your pace >Soft moans escape your lips at the thought of him pushing you to your knees in front of him >His pants drop and he’s already hard >Placing a hand on his shaft you can feel the warmth in your mind’s eye >His member pulses in time with his heartbeat and twitches with every small motion you make with your hand >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 >You bathe it thoroughly tasting the salty sweat mixing with your saliva >Diving down you let his musk drift into your nostrils as your nose rests on his sac >You continue your ministrations lapping at his balls while stroking his shaft with a free hand >Back in reality your other hand had begun pistoning in and out of your shallow cavern >You could feel the build up getting closer and closer to completion with each passing second >You dream of him putting his hands on your head and gently fucking your throat as his own orgasm approached >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 >He pulses sending thick, heady, globs of cum down your throat and into your mouth which you swallow greedily >The thought sends you over the edge for the third time >You tighten to the point that you can’t even move your finger inside yourself >You sit, curled, and locked within yourself as the waves of pleasure wrack your body >You can feel the trickle of juices leaking out past your finger and onto the bed ruining the clean sheets >You shake and writhe letting the sensation run its course as you cum for the third time >As soon as you loosen enough to release your finger you spread out on the bed panting and sweating profusely >You lay as the sweat begins to mat your hair and chills run along your exposed body >Lifting your hand you find your finger pruned and shriveled from your own juices >You let it flop back onto the bed lifelessly >You hope no one had heard you >The haze over your thoughts had cleared >You prop yourself up and stare at the full length mirror on your closet door >It reflected a disheveled, sweaty, and sticky mess of a girl into your eyes >She looks pathetic >Desperate >Like she has no control >You shuffle off the bed and put on your robe >Heading to the bathroom you run a hot bath and take your glasses off >The water is scalding >More than enough to hurt >You dip your whole body in and curl your knees into your chest >Wrapping your arms around them you hold yourself in the burning water >Your body starts to quake, slowly at first >Over time it grows as quiet sobs ripple through both you and the water alike >You sit, fetal >Letting your salty tears mix and mingle with the cleansing bath water below ... >”Anon?” >You look up from your food at your mother “Sorry, what?” >”You’ve been walking around like a zombie for the past two days. What’s wrong with you?” >Your eyes fall back to your plate and you poke the food there with your fork >Your mind is far too jumbled to make sense of the thoughts there let alone put them into words >Remaining silent doesn’t seem to be an option though >”Are you going to talk to me or just stare at the food I made you like it fucked your girlfriend?” >Looking up at her you work your mouth in vain trying to find a way to vocalize >Your mom stares at you for a moment before getting fed up >She spins her hand in a circle egging you on >”Spit it out, what is it?” >You take a deep breath and stare at the table “I did something I shouldn’t have. And then I think I fucked up even worse.” >”What did you do Anon?” “I don’t think I should tell you.” >”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?” >Why’s she always like this? >Can never just let stuff slide she’s always gotta push you for details and- >”Anon, don’t make me repeat myself again. I’m getting tired of it.” >You put your fork down and meet her gaze >You motion with your hands uncertainly as you speak “I kind of... made out with that girl I told you about. The fourteen year old...” >She seems surprised but doesn’t let it show much >”Is that all?” >Her tone of indifference hid a slight worry that you could only pick out by having lived with her your entire life “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.” >”Freaked out? Cause you didn’t dick her?” “Do you have to say it like that?” >”Sorry, just a habit.” >She is way too sexual for a woman approaching her 50s “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’.” >”Sounds like my little man’s a hit with the ladies.” >She raises an eyebrow at you in jest “Yeah yeah, funny. We were kissing and uh, you know, touching each other.” >An angry and surprised glare bores into you from across the table “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?” >Chewing her food slowly she seems to weigh your words in her head before swallowing >”All you did was kiss?” >You nod >”And she wanted it?” >Again you nod “Yeah.” >”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.” “Next time?” >She rolls her eyes >”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.” >You look at her in slight disbelief “Boyfriend? Aren’t you getting a little ahead of yourself?” >She shrugs >”Maybe, just wishful thinking.” “You realize you’re actively encouraging me to go after someone EIGHT YEARS younger than I am right?” >Another shrug >”Just don’t do anything stupid.” >You sit in thought for some time before speaking up again “I don’t know. It seems like a disaster waiting to happen. And I don’t know how I feel about all this yet.” >”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.” “Love you too mom.” >She blows a kiss at you before returning to her food with you following suit >The conversation had helped to alleviate some of your worries but there was a lingering unease gnawing at the back of your conscience >You finish your dinner and wash the dishes before retiring to your room >Passing the time in the usual ways helps keep you occupied until it reached that time of night again >You look at the box of tissues nearby >It had laid there untouched since before Monday >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 >It made you feel sick to know that you were fantasizing about her like that >That you had done those things to someone barely more than a child >Yet another night goes by in which you leave the tissues unmolested and lay yourself in bed without release >It takes you a long time to fall asleep that night and it is anything but restful when you do ... >Thursday passes mostly uneventfully as you manage the store >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 >You’re washing the front windows when you hear footsteps approaching from your side >You look up from your crouched position to see a familiar face “I was starting to think you wouldn’t be coming around here anymore.” >”Believe me, I wasn’t eager to show my face after how I acted last time.” >Turning back to the window you continue scrubbing “I feel like maybe we should talk about it.” >”I was hoping you’d just let that go actually...” >You hum in your throat and shake your head “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.” >”Keep this up?” >Her tone questioned your authenticity with hope lingering in the fringe “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.” >”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.” >You stop washing the window to look at her >You stare unflinching until her own gaze wavers “Why me?” >Her gaze returns to you >”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.” “Couldn’t have just found someone your age?” >”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.” “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.” >Her head cocks slightly and her eyes narrow sharply >Guess you poked at the wrong spot >”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!” >She huffs to cap off her statement and turns her head away from you defiantly >You laugh >It starts as breathy air until you’re chuckling in your throat >”What?” “So you are from a rich family then? I kind of figured but thanks for confirming it.” >”What do you mean?” >The sharp edge in her tone had only slightly abated under curiosity “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.” >”Yes, what of it? You could have just asked me.” “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.” >”There... is some truth to that. Can we talk inside please?” “What’s wrong with out here?” >”I’d just like some privacy is all.” >Finding nothing of suspect in her voice you agree and quickly finish the task at hand >You lead her indoors and leave her in the common area as you put away the cleaning supplies >As you return you find her sitting in an armchair with her hands folded over her skirt which you notice had been smoothed meticulously >Back straight and eyes forward she follows your movements until you sit on the couch and turn towards her “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?” >”I told you before, I just feel like I can’t control myself sometimes. It’s-“ “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.” >Her eyes roll slightly as they narrow in annoyance >One hand rises up and adjusts her glasses before returning to her lap >She speaks suddenly and concisely >”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...” >She pauses to clear her throat sheepishly >”...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.” >Guess that explains a few things >You think for a moment “What ‘triggers’ it?” >”Many things. Seeing someone I find overly attractive. Being touched in an intimate way, stray thoughts even, certain scents.” “So what did you smell the other day?” >”I’m not sure. It was... musky, heady, whatever it was it was coming from you. And it smelled so... so...-“ >She shakes her head and pinches the bridge of her nose >”It smelled good.” >She finishes plainly and bluntly with her eyes closed “Got it, I think. So basically you’re a nympho?” >Her hands clench her dress and the previously smooth fabric crumples within her fists >”No. Do not call me that.” “Oookay, didn’t mean to rile you up.” >”I am not some sexual deviant. I won’t let this define who I am.” “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?” >She looks down for a spell before looking back up to you tinged with embarrassment >”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...” >Ah for fucks sake “You’re telling me that that was your first kiss?” >Her head lowers somewhat and her hands twist at her skirt nervously >Is she blushing? >”Well, yes.” >Guess you’d stolen away something important >Or rather had it thrust upon you in the moment >The knowledge bugs you and you can’t quite place why >It just kind of felt wrong that that’s how it went down “I don’t think that was a very good way for you to get introduced to macking.” >”And what would have been better? It was with someone I trusted and it was on my terms. I enjoyed it, thoroughly, actually.” “I mean that’s good and all but it was all passion. There was no romance in it. Isn’t that what girls like?” >”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?” “I guess not.” >You say the words but they still feel hollow and sour as they hang in the air >You can’t help but feel like you’re responsible for things turning out this way even though what she’d said was true >It was her choice to do it the way she did >And there was no going back and changing that >But still... “Can I do something for you please?” >She looks at you quizzically >”What do you mean?” “I- look, just answer me. Can I?” >She tosses the posed question in her mind before slowly nodding out of curiosity “Stand up.” >You rise, followed soon after by the hesitant girl >Motioning for her to come over to you you stand towering over her short stature >Reaching out a hand to her waist you stop “May I?” >She nods and you let your hand wrap around the back of her waist >The other hand raises to her cheek and brushes the hair away from her ear >Your fingers rest on the back of her neck with your thumb landing in front of her ear near the temple >You can feel her heartbeat steadily increasing and her breath quickening >”Anon, what-“ “Relax, just close your eyes.” >She does as you instruct and after a second you bend down connecting your lips to hers >A small ‘eep’ escapes her at the sudden contact >You softly let your lips roll over hers in a slow and sensual dance >You hold her in your arms and sway as the two of your mouths intertwine together >The kiss is delicate and sweet just like you wanted it to be >A gentle caress holds you both in place for a brief moment before you pull your head back and open your eyes >She opens her own soon after to look up at you >A deep crimson blazes underneath her pale skin threatening to boil over should it get any more intense >Her eyes are half glazed you notice “That’s what a first kiss should be like, sorry it had to be your second though.” >She looks star struck by your act and works her mouth in a futile attempt to talk >”I-I, uh, I um- oh my gosh.” >You see a small smile spread across her lips which she raises a hand to cover as she turns her head away from you >You release your hold on her waist and step back from her >As discretely as you can you adjust your pants >She turns back to you as if waiting for something >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 “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?” >It looks like your words don’t fully register for a few seconds until her eyes light up and her mouth opens >”Yes! I mean. Yes, I’d love to. When did you have in mind?” “Tomorrow? Could see a movie then go eat or something like that.” >”That sounds wonderful.” >Just then the old clock in the back of the store chimes letting you know that it was past five in the evening >The sound seems to bring her back to attention as she checks her phone >”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.” >You nod “Yeah I should be closing up. So should I come pick you up or...?” >She taps through her phone for a few moments then hands it to you >”Just put your number in and I can text you my address. How does nine sound?” >You type in the numbers talking as you do “Won’t your parents be kind of a problem at that time of night? I kinda doubt they’d be cool with this.” >”Don’t worry, they won’t be a problem. Just make sure you’re not too early ok?” >You hand the phone back to her “If you say so.” >She turns to look back down the hallway then shifts back to you >She closes the distance between the two of you and looks up at you from below >She stares for a second then curls a finger in a come hither motion >”Come down here.” >You bend at her words and find her lips pressed lightly into yours for a second before releasing >You stand up straight as she backs off and looks at you with bubbling glee only being lightly suppressed by her practiced, calm, demeanor >”Okay, um, I’ll see you tomorrow?” “Yeah, see you tomorrow.” >She gives a cute little wave before using her hand to cover her smile again >”Bye.” “See ya.” >She walks down the hall turning to give one last wave before rounding the corner and heading for the door >The door jingles in the distance before closing and leaving you in a happy silence >Your mom’s gonna have a field day with this shit ... >”Anon, where are you going?” “Uh, out?” >”Where, it’s late.” “I’m just gonna hang with some friends. A friend.” >”And what’s this friend’s name? Last I checked you were kind of short on those.” >Ouch “Spoon.” >”What like Meth Spoon? People name their kids the weirdest shit nowadays.” >You raise a finger in question, then curl it in confusion, finally you splay your hand out palm up in bewilderment “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.” >”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.” >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 >A few blinks bring it to your attention that you did in fact just witness that “What the fuck is wrong with you? He’s not- he’s not even a he!” >Her giggles stop dead as she hears your words >Oh god now you did it >”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.” >She turns on heel and heads deeper into the house >Leg it! Run! It’s your only chance! >Yeah thanks brain I’m on it >”Don’t you dare leave!” >God damn it it’s like she was in your fucking head sometimes >You groan and wipe a hand over your face >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 >Dick, don’t you even fucking dare twitch I am not into that >Your why boner has no time to respond as your mom returns post haste carrying a box of condoms “Oh my god mom, what the fuck!” >She plucks out a string of condoms and tears one off before pocketing it and shoving the rest of the box in your hands >”I just want you to be safe.” >You look at the box then at her “Wha- I’m not a fuck machine! Why do you even have these?” >”Because *I* just want to be safe.” She sticks her tongue between her teeth in a sassy grin as she winks at you >She pushes you around by the shoulder and shoves you to the door >”I won’t keep you any longer. Go have fun!” >The door shuts behind you and you stand in astonishment for a few moments >You turn around and knock three times “I still need my keys!” ... >Jesus >The houses here were huge >Guess you were wrong about the rich thing, wealthy was more like it >You check your phone to see that you’re headed to the right place >When she texted you she’d told you to park a few houses down >This one’s about as good as any you guess >You’re across the street and a ways off from the actual destination but you wait as requested >You sit for nearly 15 minutes as time passes beyond 9 and you begin to worry >Was that little minx actually standing you up? >She didn’t seem like she was fucking with you when she said yes... >Maybe you’re just a total loser who has become so out of touch that you can’t even read social cues anymore >Oh wait no, there she is >Your thoughts abate as you watch her stroll along the opposite sidewalk as she spots your car >She crosses the street and as she does you see her wearing a fine dark blue dress that drops to just above her knees >It looks beautiful and the black embroidery accentuates her smaller bust to make it seem more apparent without being slutty >Elegant seems like too light a word >You immediately panic as you remember the clothes that you’re wearing are nothing more than a flannel and jeans >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 >Slaughter-Sphere 7: The Re-Sphereening >Maybe you should have taken her dancing instead... >You don’t know how to dance >Shut up brain >*Thunk* >”Uh, hi.” >You turn to see her climb up into your car before plopping down in the overly large seat and clicking the seatbelt into place “Sup, I didn’t realize it was formal wear for this. Sorry.” >She looks at you and then down at herself >”Sorry, I’d have worn something nicer if I didn’t have to jump out the window.” >*That* isn’t nice to her? How fucking loaded is she >Wait >What? “Jump out the window?” >She smoothes her dress out >”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.” >You start the car and head towards the street “Oh so your room’s on the first floor?” >”Third actually. The roof slopes down to the second floor though and I can jump from there.” “So you’re telling me you jumped off your *second story* roof?” >She nods >”Yeah.” “Just kinda jumped? Off your roof?” >”Well I have to roll when I hit the ground. I do a lot of gymnastics so I’m used to it.” >You reach a stop light and turn to look at her >Now that you’re inspecting closely you can actually see some grass fiber hanging off her dress in places >You’re starting to think she actually jumped off her roof >You shake your head ever so slightly >Are all woman crazy or just the ones you know? >”So what’s for dinner.” >Uhhhhhh “Chili’s?” >”Ooo I’ve never been there. Is it good?” >Maybe to budget living middle class peasants like yourself “I mean, I like it. And I can afford it.” >You laugh nervously waiting to see her reaction >”If you wanted to go somewhere else I could just pay.” >You side eye her as you drive “No.” >”Why not?” “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.” >”But if I have plenty of money then why shouldn’t I just pay?” “Because you shouldnt? It’s like you’ve never been on a date or something.” >”I haven’t.” >You look at her for a moment before turning back to the road “I keep forgetting how young you are.” >”Good, forget it when we’re sitting in the back of the movie theatre too.” >The words are half mumbled out and under her breath but you hear them nonetheless >You see her eyes shoot open and a hand fly up to her mouth in shock >”I didn’t say that out loud did I?” >You nod with a stupid grin “Oh you totally did.” >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 >”I’m already messing this up.” >She whispers to herself but you pick it up “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.” >”Isn’t the girl the one that decides that last part?” “Yeah but unlike you I’m not the one who seems desperate here.” >She opens her mouth and swivels her head at you to retort before shutting it and looking straight ahead >”I can usually handle myself ok? It’s just... did you have to put so much cologne on?” >You sniff yourself “But I only put on one spray...” >Truth be told you can barely smell it >Maybe it’s just because you’ve been sitting in the car so long “Sorry, I just won’t put any on next time.” >”It’s fine, can we have the windows open a little though?” >You comply and crack the windows to vent the car >The brisk night air permeates the cabin as you drive towards the restaurant >A bit of an unnerving silence fills the car with only the wind to provide noise in the background “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.” >She quickly nods >”Mmhmm. Slaughter Sphere 7” >You raise in eyebrow at her in question “Slaughter Sphere?” >She smiles cutely at you >”Yeah Diamond and I watch the old ones all the time together.” “Aren’t you a bit young to watch that stuff?” >”No.” >To the point you see “And how does little underage you expect to get in to that?” >”You’re 22. You can buy R-rated tickets for those who happen to be age challenged but are still mature.” “Not just using me to get in are you?” >She scoffs in mock offense at your jest >”Of course not. If you don’t want to see it then what was your suggestion?” >You bark with laughter at her question and shake your head >”What?” “It was Slaughter Sphere.” >Her accusatory stare dissolves into a bubbly giggle at the revelation >”Hypocrite.” >You shrug and you both share a laugh as you pull into the parking lot of the restaurant #(Supposedly all that remains of this green unfortunately)