Trying to Keep My Customers Satisfied
mc; Ff; mf; oral
High school sucks. I know I'm not the first person to
say that, hell I'm probably not even in the first hundred thousand but
it still sucks. You're either one of the beautiful people or you're a
freak or you're a nothing. I'm somewhere in between freak and
nothing. I guess you could say I'm freaking nothing!
Okay, but my therapist says self hatred is unhealthy. So Iet's
try a different approach. I like this guy. He's long haired and
beautiful with perfect blue eyes. And everyday I promise myself I'm
just going to talk to him, y'know like a normal person, and see if he
wants to hang out sometime. And everyday, like clockwork, like Old
faithful by the hour, I either lose my nerve or end up stammering out
something stupid and slipping away. He's really cool about it, always
saying my name and giving a polite little wave when he sees me. But
that's it. Cool, y'know. Not like, hey give me your number hot, or
even talk to ya later kind of warm, just cool. Which sucks. Like all
of high school.
I mean first there's all these tests. And then there's
homework. And then there's track. Which lasts till about 5:30 and is
completely exhausting. I mean have you ever ran 5 miles? Ever? Try
every day, and have it timed. And little games. Like there's
strategy to long distance running. You just run, and if you have any
spare energy you pray for it to end. But I'm just bitching. Really!
I love running, and I love my coach. Coach Kuras. He's the
best.
Once in a school newspaper they asked him what he thought the
difference was between long distance runners and sprinters. He said
"Long distance runners are more disciplined athletes, better looking
and destined by God to lead better lives than sprinters." He is so
Cool! He's an old guy, in his fifties though my Mom says that isn't
so old, and he's never even run a lap that I've seen but he knows
everything about long distance running and conditioning. Which of
course leads him to abuse us every afternoon. I end up paying more
attention in class hoping it will last forever, or at least a little
longer before practice starts.
Of course it doesn't help that my last class has him in it.
Y'know, Michael. The guy I was telling you about with the blond hair
and the blue eyes. And he's got really beautiful hands. All soft,
with really long fingers. I think about those hands moving all over
my body sometimes in class. I get really distracted and my hands kind
of slides into my pants without my noticing. Sometimes the teacher
calls on me, when I've got my eyes half closed and this dreamy smile
on my face. Then it's like, "who, me sir? Watt?" That kind of
thing. And everybody turns around and laughs. He doesn't though. He
just kind of smiles, like y'know he's with me and it's all the rest
that are stupid. That's my favourite part of the day when it happens.
When he smiles at me like that. It's what I think about when I'm
running a really tough workout, like when he gives a head start to the
weaker runners and the varsity have to catch them before three miles
are completed. I just think about his smile and let my legs do what
they have to do.
Every runners got a secret to get him through. For some it's a
mantra. My friend Sherman's mantra is "moo moo, cow, cow." That's
what he says to himself the whole freaking race. "Moo, moo, cow,
cow." I mean is that weird or what? I don't get it, but if it works
for him that's cool.
But today it's a race, and a big one. Four schools are
competing at once and my race isn't up till the end of the meet. And
there's people selling hot dogs and stuff, but I can't eat till after
the race. Not if I don't want to barf, y'know. And there's some
people selling school stuff, and my Mom's in the stands somewhere.
But I can't sit with her cause that would be the death of my chances
of ever being cool so I'm walking around. And there's this one booth
set up with a short guy with brown hair behind the booth. He's older,
like in his twenties and there's another guy with him tall and gangly
with this unkempt blond hair. He looks kind of like Kramer, only
blond, y'know?
"Hey kid." The brown haired guys calls out, and he's got like
this really soft voice but it carries y'know. So I go over to him.
"Wazzup?" I ask him. He kind of winces when I say that, but that's
kind of cool so I smile at him.
"You want to buy a love potion?" he asks me. Okay, slow down,
sudden detour into weirdsville I'm thinking.
"I'm sorry. I thought you were normal. I've got to go." And I
start to walk away.
"Wait kid, hold on." And he's got this great voice like I said,
and I'm already turning around before I even think about it. "I know
it sounds weird, and okay maybe it is. But if you were selling love
potions, wouldn't high school kids be the perfect crowd to sell it
to."
Now okay maybe I'm a kid but that doesn't make me stupid.
"Nooo, I watch sex and the city. Wouldn't it be better to sell it to
thirtysomethings? They have more money and they're lonelier."
"Okay, sure kid that's true. But half of them are lawyers and I
can't exactly guarantee these things. Sometimes they work and
sometimes they don't. I can't afford a lawsuit, besides I'm not sure
it's exactly legal to sell love potions."
"So you're admitting you want to sell me something that might
not be legal."
"Look kid, you don't have to buy. You just got the look of
someone pining for someone they can't have. Am I right?"
Well he had me there. "Sure, but you've even said those don't
always work. Why should I buy something that might not even do
anything?"
He just smiled at me and said "Because it might." But then I
had to run off because I heard first call for the 2 mile over the loud
speaker. I ran off.
"She'll be back." I heard the guy say to his
friend.
So I've got a comfortable lead in the race by the end
of the first mile. 4 more laps to go and I'm still arguing with
myself. Should I buy it, or shouldn't I. Is it even right to use a
love potion on someone. And what if it doesn't do anything? And what
if it does? And how would I administer it? Could I really, when I
can't even talk to him without sounding stupid, ask him if he wants to
take a sip of a spiked coke? I'm so distracted I barely notice that a
girl from another team has passed me. At least that focuses my
concentration for the rest of the race.
It's the last straightaway of the last lap and I'm kicking it in
for all I'm worth and so is she. I pull ahead of her, then she pulls
back even with me. Then I start to fall back. And I look up and
Mom's cheering for me. And behind her I see blond hair framing two
perfect blue eyes and he gives me that little wave. I use the jolt of
energy that courses through my whole body and push it. I pull even
with the girl in front of me, then I pass her just as we pass the
finish line. I look up at the clock, it's my best time ever. I can't
believe it. My coach is hugging me, and everyone is slapping me high
fives. My Mom is yelling so loud I can hear her over the crowd and I
look up and see Michael holding some other girl and my euphoria stops
dead. I let people congratulate me a little longer, but as soon as I
can slip away I do. I hope that potion costs less than ten dollars
cause that's all I have with me.
"So how does this potion work?" I ask the guy. "You
just slip it into what they're drinking and in about thirty seconds
when it takes effect you make sure you're the first person they see
and the first voice they hear. Then that person falls in love with
you."
"How long does it last?"
"Till death or marriage, whichever comes first." I mull that
one over for a bit. I guess I just won't marry him. Besides at our
age you'd have to go down to West Virginia and I can't afford the bus
faire.
I see from his dwindled supplies he's already sold quite a few.
"Doing pretty good business." I tell him. He just nods and says
"We're keeping one step ahead of the shoeshine." His partner smiles
when he says that.
"Speaking of which" the blond guy says "we're two steps away
from the county line."
So the short guy takes my money and tells his partner "Just
trying to keep our customers satisfied."
I'm a little confused by the byplay but he hands me my potion.
It's small, in a vial about two inches high and about the
circumference of my middle finger. Meanwhile they're loading the
contents of the booth into a van while I'm walking away. Over my
shoulder I call out to them "What if it doesn't work?"
"Get him drunk." The blond one calls out, "It always works on
me."
So I don't know what to do. Now that I have the
freaking love potion, I have no idea how to administer it. Especially
in a way where I'm the first voice he hears and the first person he
sees. I'm fishing for inspiration watching all the movies with love
potions and love spells in them. There's Bell, Book and Candle the
old movie with Kim Novak and Jimmy Stewart. Then there's another old
movie with Veronica Lake where she plays a hundreds of years old witch
who slips the hero a love potion. I can't get any ideas from any of
them.
All I can think about is that girl Michael was holding. I think
she's a hurdler all muscular thighs and full breasts and a perfect
ass. All I am is an overly tall, barely breasted, skinny legged
nothing. What chance did I have? I turned over and sobbed into my
pillow so I wouldn't make any noise. It must not have worked because
I heard a gentle knocking at my door.
"Come in." I said through sniffles. My Mom walked in wearing
just a robe. My Mom looks really good for her age. For any age
really, a lot better than me. Long blond hair, full creamy breasts
that showed over the top of her robe. I wish I had breasts like that.
Hell, I wish I had breasts half as good as that. And she's got this
killer smile. All white and shiny and makes me forget my problems for
a little bit every time.
"Sara" she said in that way she does, as she came in and sat
beside me on the bed. She started rubbing my back and telling me it
would be okay till I stopped sniffling.
"What's the matter?" she asked me.
"Got a crush." I say like it's a fatal disease or
something.
"On who?" And it all just comes rushing out. I tell her
everything, about his blue eyes, and about the hurdler with her plump
thighs and big breasts and stupid ass and how I saw him holding her
and about what an idiot I am when I try and talk to him.
Everything!
And she just listens. Mom's a really good listener. She's so
nice and beautiful. And I'm such a nothing! And I tell her that I'm
sorry I'm such a disappointment to her.
"Now stop that right now!" she yells at me. "You're not a
disappointment. You're my very beautiful, very talented, slightly
misguided daughter and I'm not going to listen to you run yourself
down. So you like a guy who doesn't like you. Too bad for him.
You'll just have to change that and it sounds like you're already
started on that. Good for you. Do you think you're Dad liked me
right off the bat?"
"Well, yeah." I said looking at how beautiful she is. My mom
just giggled and leaned in conspiratorially and said real low. "You
mean these?" She said pointing to her breasts. "Plastic surgery, 3
years after we were married."
"But what about your smile?"
"Before I married your father I had an overbite. Cosmetic
dentistry can work miracles."
"Then how did you get Dad to marry you?" I asked her. "The
same qualities you've inherited from me; intelligence, determination
and willingness to work hard. Those are the only really worthwhile
qualities in the long run anyway. Which brings me to the reason I
stopped by, I'm very proud of the race you ran today. Your coach says
you broke a school record. Now if you can do that wrapping a man
around your little finger should be easy"
And I want to believe her. But it's hard. So she leans a
little closer. "You trust me don't you?" She asks me. And she's so
close I can see her beautiful green eyes. "Contacts." She whispers.
"My eyes are really brown." And I'm giggling again and so is she.
And she kisses me on the cheek and I can feel her breasts against my
chest.
"What's it going to take to convince you that you're beautiful."
She asks me. "Plastic surgery." I tell her.
"You don't need that." She says. And she nips me on the ear
with her teeth. "Just look me in the eyes and see if your Mom is
lying. Look." And I'm looking and I don't care if they really are
contacts. My Mom has the most amazing green eyes I've ever
seen.
"You're beautiful she says." And I almost believe her. "But I
have no breasts I say."
"I beg to differ" she says and she cups them with her hands.
Oh, wow. Okay maybe there something wrong with this but it's really
hard to think staring into her green eyes, but that's okay because she
tells me I don't have to. I can just look into her eyes and listen to
her voice. My Mom has the greatest voice. Soft and coaxing like that
guy who sold me the potion. Wow. Now she's straddling on top of me,
her hands still cupping my breasts, pinching my small nipples. Oh
god, OH GOD! Wow!
"Now, young lady, I would say those definitely count as breasts.
What about these?" And she leans in and pushes her breasts against my
face. Oh my god. They're so creamy and full, I take one of her rose
bud nipples into my mouth. Her skin is so delicious as she keeps
crooning gently into my ear. Telling me I'm beautiful and wonderful
and the best daughter ever. And I feel a shudder and trembling build
through my body. I've never felt anything like this, as my nipples
tingle and heat builds between my legs. It's like they're lightbulbs
bursting behind my eyes and I feel all tingly and numb all at once.
My temperture feels like it's over a hundred degrees and my breathing
is getting all trembly. I can sort of feel my Mom's hands between my
legs as our bodies rub together. I bite hard on her nipple and hear
her give a moan of surprise and pleasure. Then I can't help myself
but scream as the sensation climaxes. "Aaaaarrrrggghhhhhhh! OH GOD!
OH GOD! Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!"
"Are you two allright up there?" I hear my father shout.
"It's OK, dear, I'll be down in a second." My Mom calls down,
her voice a little raggedy herself. Then I'm staring into her eyes
again and my head feels a little fuzzy and I'm so tired. But I hear
her tell me "You're the best daughter a Mother ever had."
And I'm blushing. Wow, I've never felt so proud in my life. My
Mom's the best. And she really believes in me. Watch out Michael,
here I come. Move aside hurdler, long distance runners are destined
for greater things. Just ask my Coach!
I was waiting at my school with a Coke spiked with the
love potion. Since my Mom had spoken to me I felt more confident than
I ever had. He was hanging out in the hall with that girl, Celia. I
hated her. But that's okay. I had things that were more important
than big breasts or a great ass. I had depth.
"Hi Michael" I said without my voice breaking or blushing or
anything.
"Hey Sara" he said and though my knees went all weak I didn't
show it. "Great race yesterday. Congrats."
"Thanks, that means a lot. Hey the machine spat out an extra
coke when I wanted a diet coke. You want it."
"Sure" he said. He got kind of an odd look when he realized
there wasn't a pop when he opened it, meaning the seal had been
broken. I just smiled at him, and I guess he decided I wasn't trying
to poison him and took a big gulp. Celia was glaring at me, jealous I
guess because she hadn't even placed in her race.
I waited a few seconds as she continued glaring at me and I said
a quick prayer that this was one of those times the potion worked.
Then I got in Celia's face. "What are you looking at? You got a
problem with me?"
"Yeah, you skinny, flat chested bitch." She said getting back
in my face. But still I could tell I'd caught her off guard.
"Don't call me a bitch!" And I shoved her as hard as I could.
It caught her even more by surprise and she fell over. Then I grabbed
Michael and pulled him to me. "Michael, please protect me." I said
and I hoped I'd timed this right as I stared into his shocked and
puzzled face. Then he looked at me and his eyes kind of softened and
his lips curled into a tentative smile. "Uh Sara,.." he said
nervously, stammering a little. "Yes Michael" I said
encouragingly...
"Out of my way, I'm going to kill the little bitch!" said Celia
barreling towards pushing Michael out of the way. She slapped me hard
across the face and I fell down. I was looking up at her towering
above me. Then Michael was pulling her away from me as she kicked and
screamed.
"Just cool it, will you just cool it." She turned on him. "Why
are you protecting this little bitch, huh?" She accused.
Then a guy pulled her off him. "C'mon calm down, this is a
school not a circus. Why don't you come into my office and we'll talk
about whether I should assign you detention or send you to the
principles office?"
"She shoved me." She shouted at him. "Sure she did, why don't
you just relax, have some water and calm down. He passed her his
water bottle. She took a sip and went into the teacher's office. He
had blond hair, and looked a little familiar. He gave me a thumb's up
sign and a grin as if to say "Another satisfied customer."
Meanwhile Michael came over to me and helped me up. He extended
his hand and I grabbed it while he pulled. And then pulled me
straight into a big hug. He looked me right in the eye and said "I
never realized how pretty you were Sara." I could tell he meant it
from how he felt as he pressed against me.
"Do you like me Michael?" I asked him. He gave me a big grin
and said yeah, he did. "Good" I told him. Then you can carry my
books for me. I told him.
"Could I come over later?" He asked me hopefully. I just
looked at him as if I was shocked. "What kind of girl do you think I
am? If you carry my books around for a week I might let you take me
out on a date. Maybe. But I'd better not see you even look at
another girl. Do you understand?"
He nodded and gulped. And then just kind of stared hungrily at
me. I felt a little bad so I stepped next to him and kissed him real
soft on the neck. Then kissed a little higher, playing with his
earlobe while I breathed in his ear. Then I rubbed one of my hands
along his cock. "You understand a girl has to have rules don't you?"
He nodded. Oh he was so sweet. I looked around and there didn't seem
to be anyone else in the hall. And I had a few minutes before
practice. I led him into one of the empty science rooms.
Up against a lab desk I asked him did he like me.
"Sara" he said "I've never felt about anybody like this. Just
being around you makes me crazy. You're all I can think about. I
want to hold you, and kiss you, I want..."
"Good." I said brightly and kissed him on the cheek. Once again
I rubbed my hand over his cock. He moaned softly. Then I unzipped
his zipper and dug through the opening in his boxers. Then out popped
his cock. I never felt a man's cock before. It felt weird at first,
all long and thin but it began to thicken as I held it. I stroked my
fingers along the shaft and it began to twitch. Little drops of
wetness began to form at the tip. I knelt down in front of him and
looked at it. It had the same pale skin tone as Michaels face with
dark hair that told me Michael bleached. I licked the tip of it and
elicited another moan from Michael. Then I took it in my mouth, and
it felt a little weird you know. But kind of good. I started to feel
a familiar heat building between my legs but I couldn't remember why
that felt familiar. I started to move my mouth back and forth, and
feel it moving along my throat. I could hear Michael breathing heavy
and I started to breath heavy myself over and around his cock. More
and more drops started to form at the tip and I licked them off as
quickly as they formed. They had an odd salty taste which I found I
liked, which is weird because I usually don't like salt you know. But
that's a good thing because suddenly a whole bunch of the stuff
erupted in my mouth as Michael came. I held it all in my mouth for a
second and then swallowed. It tasted a little weird. Then I felt his
cock go all flaccid and bent as I held it in my hand. I let it go and
stuffed it back in his boxers and then zipped it up.
He carried my books to practice and sat watching me in the
stands. I don't know if he originally had other plans and I didn't
ask him. He's been in the stands for all my practices and games all
week. In fact Michael's been the best boyfriend I ever had. I brought
him over the other day to meet Mom and Dad. Mom said she wanted to
talk to him upstairs in private to get to know him. That sounded good
to me. I wanted Mom and Michael to be close. Afterwards Mom said I
had good taste in men.
No one's seen Celia in a long time. Word is she dropped out to
become a roadie for a band. I don't know for sure myself, but I bet
whatever she's doing she's trying to keep the customers satisfied.
