The Bookstore Girl

a Story by Varangian

The girl caught my eye while I stood next in line at Sowell�s bookstore to pay for a novel I had chosen.� The customer ahead had a problem with her credit card, a situation that usually annoyed me.� But this time I hoped the old woman would drop her purse, have a snit, or do anything to keep me waiting, because the girl behind the counter was such a pretty creature that I could gaze at her all afternoon.� She darted an apologetic glance at me, as though she were responsible for the delay.� I smiled in response.

Her softly graceful forearms caught my attention.� Entirely devoid of hair, they possessed an alluring, sensuous quality, as did her firm, slender upper arms.� A subdued green blouse concealed modest breasts and offset her pale skin tone magnificently.� Her raven hair, cut short with bangs, showcased a girlish, unadorned face with delicate features.� I imagined her to be a very proper young woman, and the well-enunciated words she used in conversation with the person ahead confirmed that impression.� She was as tall as I.

The thought was inescapable:� I assumed that some guy � at least one � had already explored the girl�s young body and even penetrated it if she were not still a virgin, an unlikely possibility that intrigued me.� How did she respond to sex?� Was she uninhibited and loud, or did she stifle her groans?� I could not imagine she was unresponsive and cold, because her sparkling eyes and smiling mouth belied that.� I fantasized about her, as I had done numerous times with other young women who were equally beyond my reach.� I was much older than she.

�Sorry about that,� she said when it was my turn.

�It wasn�t your fault,� I responded, placing my purchase on the counter.

�This is a great story,� she remarked when picking up the book.

�Do you read a lot?�

�All the time, ever since I was a kid.�

I grinned at her.� �All the time?� You must leave a lot of boys fidgeting.�

She blushed with teeth cutely pressed to lower lip, then gazed at me directly.� �The books I enjoy are usually deeper than most boys I�ve known.�

I nodded in understanding and wished I were twenty years younger.� Other customers waited their turns behind me, so I said nothing further after paying for the book.� I would not have known what to say to her in any event, because I was the sort of guy who acted his age.

Sowell�s, a large store, had an attached coffee shop to which I repaired for a cup of hot chocolate and a croissant.� The girl entered perhaps five minutes after I sat at an unoccupied table.� She had lovely long legs, I noticed at once, her snug skirt hugging slender thighs.� The sight of her standing at the counter caused my throat to ache in yearning.� She turned with a cup of coffee in hand, scanning the crowded room before her eyes caught mine.� She approached with a dazzling smile on her pretty face.

�May I sit here?� she asked.

�Please,� I responded, half rising.

�It�s so crowded this afternoon,� she apologized.

�Are you on break?�

�No.� My shift ended at four.�

It was a coincidence that I found her powerfully attractive and that she happened to sit at my table.� I was well dressed and supposedly handsome, but the fact remained that I was old enough to be her father.

�Do you attend the university?� I asked, nodding at the window, beyond which spread an extensive campus.

�I�m a sophomore.�

I had thought she was about nineteen or twenty.� She sipped and peered at me over the cup�s rim.� Her gray eyes twinkled.

�Are you a professor?� she asked after lowering the cup.

�I do medical research, although I have a part time teaching appointment.�

�You�re a physician?�

I admitted to it.� We talked for perhaps twenty minutes, discussing books we both enjoyed and her life at the university.� Her face became animated.� She spoke in a delightful, girlish voice, although the substance of her words was definitely mature.� She appeared to be at ease with me, a situation that only added to my distress.� She was the sort of girl with whom I could become foolishly infatuated.� Eventually we exchanged names.� Hers was Nancy.

�It�s rather old fashioned,� she remarked.

�The name suits you.� People usually call me Tony.�

�For Anthony?�

�Yes, Anthony Grauer.�

�Dr. Grauer!� I�ve heard of you.� You�re famous.� Isn�t your wife a professor in the history department?�

�My ex-wife,� I corrected her, �although her son still lives with me.�

We chatted some more, and after a few minutes she rose from the table.� �I have to go now, Dr. Grauer.� Perhaps we�ll meet again.�

�I come here often,� I said, also rising.

�Yes.� I�ve seen you before.�

I watched as she walked to the outside door.� She had a perky butt, but I ogled her waist, which had substance yet remained slender.� I desired to place my hands on it but immediately dismissed the torturing idea.� Act your age, Tony, I thought.

* * *

On Friday, two days later, I visited the coffee shop just before four in the afternoon.� Nancy had mentioned she worked Monday, Wednesday and Friday.� She waved upon entering the room as though she expected to find me there, and she came to sit with me, although there were many empty tables.� She wore a tight, maroon blouse that clung to her body.

We talked as before about books and her studies without a hint of flirtation.� She had a problem with her biology class.

�I�m just not very good with science,� she said in frustration.

�Perhaps you need a tutor.�

She shook her head.� �I can�t afford that, and I don�t have any brainy friends.�

She fell silent.� I assumed she would not ask me for assistance, so I offered it.� �I�ll help, if you like.�

Her eyes lit in a smile.� �Would you, really?�

Then she became more sober.� �But it would look rather, ah, unusual, if we went to the library together.�

�There�s a small lounge in the Med School that�s never used after five,� I suggested.� �We could go there to study.�

I must have held my breath awaiting her response because I exhaled deeply when she agreed.� We scheduled a session for that evening, and although it was an entirely innocent arrangement, we were both nervous when she left the coffee shop.

I had no intention of doing anything foolish with the girl either in word or deed, although I certainly fantasized about a physical relationship in the hours before we met.� It was not uncommon for an affair to develop between a student and an older instructor, but I could not imagine it happening with us.� She was too fresh and proper, and I too cowardly.

* * *

We entered the research building through a side door.� The elevator took us to the third floor that had a narrow hallway cluttered with equipment.� I was not surprised to hear voices from a distant lab, because graduate students and research assistants often worked very late.� We would enjoy complete privacy in the lounge, however, because it was reserved for senior staff, all of whom vacated the building at five.� I opened the door with a key.

�This is nice,� Nancy commented, dropping her book bag on the seminar table.

We sat side by side and set to work after a few words of chatter.� It was an intellectual endeavor, and I was effective in explaining difficult concepts to her.� But her physical presence constantly distracted me.� She was redolent of scented soap and shampoo.� My eyes repeatedly focused on her pale upper arm that contrasted alluringly with the maroon blouse.� As we poured over the textbook our fingers occasionally touched innocently, yet each time I felt an electric shock.� I wanted to stroke her arm, to kiss her.� When my advice was not immediately required I rose and paced the room just to be away from her.

She stopped reading and gazed at me after I returned from such an exercise.� �You must find this very boring, Dr. Grauer.�

�Actually, it�s more difficult that I anticipated.�

She grinned before turning again to the book, and I knew she realized what the problem was.� I scolded myself for submitting to such torture, but I returned again to sit beside the exquisite girl when she called for my help.

She sighed after about an hour.� �I think we should quit now.� You must have other things to do.�

Yes, I thought: go home and masturbate.

After she gathered her things into the book bag and we rose from the table, she stood very close to me.

�I really appreciate this,� she said in a low voice, her eyes staring into mine.

I could not resist the urge any longer.� I placed a hand on her upper arm, relishing the touch.� She did not step back but continued to look at me with lips slightly parted.

�This is very difficult,� I murmured, fondling the young flesh.

�But it�s not entirely wrong,� she responded calmly.

�Not entirely?�

She moved so close her breasts touched my chest.� �We have to be discrete.�

The kiss followed naturally, requiring us to move our heads forward hardly an inch.� It was not intense or passionate, just the lingering touch of our lips with arms gently around each other.� Nor was it a promise of sex, although that possibility had become greatly enhanced.

�May I call you Tony?� she asked as she embraced me.

�Yes!� May I call you darling?�

�Not yet.�

She pecked my cheek and stepped back.� �This place is not very comfortable.�

�I wish you could come home with me, but my step-son is there,� I said, drawing her to me again.

She moved willingly into my arms for a more determined kiss, our tongues touching.

* * *

We sat together on one of the room�s leather couches.� I felt greater nervousness than she, perhaps, but my hands quavered more in anticipation than apprehension.� The girl was so fresh and lovely, and evidently willing to have sex with me.� I groped for appropriate words but only stammered.� Nancy touched my lips with a finger, then clarified the situation.

�I�m curious, Tony.� You�re a very nice man, and I like you a lot.� But I�m just curious.�

Yes, of course, I thought.� It would be foolish to think of romance and love.

�I understand, and I�m flattered you�ve chosen me to be your first guy.�

She leaned her head against my shoulder and took hold of my hand.� �I�m not a virgin, not really.� But I�ve never done it for pleasure.�� She laughed and squeezed the hand.� �What I mean to say is that I�ve only done it once before.�

I placed an arm around her as she snuggled to me.� �Was it a bad experience?�

�It hurt.� The boy was clumsy and we did it in the back seat of his car.� It was over in less than a minute.� I ruined my skirt.�

I palmed her cheek and we kissed with tongues engaged.� �I�ll be gentle.� May I call you darling now?�

�Yes.�

�You are indeed my darling!�� I cupped a breast that almost filled my hand.� We kissed intensely, and her eagerness dispelled any lingering doubts.� I fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, which she allowed me to remove despite evident shyness.

�I�ve never been naked with a guy,� she explained.

�Should I close my eyes?�

She laughed briefly, then leaned forward to give me access to the snaps of her bra.� The pale, firm breasts did not sag in the least.� They were conical beauties with small areolas and hard, brown nipples.� They, along with narrow shoulders and a flat stomach, emphasized her striking youthfulness, yet she was mature enough for what we intended.

I fondled and suckled each breast in turn, raising my head after a moment to kiss her lips.

Her agitated expression betrayed both excitement and unease.� She balked when I sought to undo her skirt.

�I feel embarrassed,� she said.

�Have you changed your mind?�� I feared the possibility.

�Oh, no!� she exclaimed, taking my head in both hands and peppering my face with brief kisses.� �Let me do the rest.�

She looked at me anxiously as she fumbled with the skirt�s zipper.� I rose to undress.� She paused in her efforts to watch, and it was my turn to feel embarrassment.

�Do you work out?� she asked when I stood before her clad just in underpants with gut sucked in.

�I run and swim.�

She nodded approval.� I watched as she removed the skirt and panty hose.� Her long legs were stunning, shapely as a model�s but not too slender.� She leaned back on the couch with panties still on.

�You first,� she said with a grin.

After a moment�s hesitation I pushed down my shorts and shucked them off.� She sat upright to gaze at my erection, which was little more than average in size.� She did not move to touch it.

�I�ve never seen one before, not an adult one.�

�Your first boy was a child?�

She laughed and leaned back again.� �It was too dark to see and he was very quick.� We didn�t play around much beforehand, you know.�

I shook my head at the appalling idiocy of some boys.

�May I remove your panties?�

After she nodded assent, I knelt before her, kissing a sleek thigh before grasping the hem of her garment.� She raised up slightly to assist me. I ran both hands along her thighs, relishing their softness, gazing at her curley, dark bush.

�May I lick on you?�

�Lick?�

�You know what I mean.�

�You don�t mind?�

�I would love to do it.�

Without further comment she reclined on the couch leaving her legs extended to the floor beside me.� I lifted the further one and placed its foot flat on the cushion, which presented me a delicious target.� The tip of her clitoral hood was visible, and I kissed a path to it.� She responded immediately with uninhibited groans that grew in intensity.� She wriggled against my face with fingers in my hair, soon pulling it painfully and crying out.

I sat back on my heels to observe her aroused expression.� She breathed heavily through flared nostrils.� I moved atop her into arms that gripped me tightly and legs that entangled mine the instant my knob penetrated. She went wild, thrusting erratically until we established a rhythm.� She bit my lip, sucked on my neck and scratched my shoulders.� I pounded her in long, rapid strokes, and she seemed to want even more.� She cried loudly into my mouth, then gasped a half scream.� I began to squirt just as she approached another orgasm, and I managed to help her to it before I went flaccid.

* * *

�I didn�t expect that,� she whispered into my ear after she regained some composure.

She lay half atop me with thighs straddling one of mine that became increasingly moist with her excretions.

�Have I satisfied your curiosity?� I asked.

She kissed me.� �I�m sorry, Tony.� It was more than curiosity.� I�m really fond of you, and I want to do this again and again.�

�Next time I�ll find a bed for us.�

�I�d make love with you on a stony beach, Tony, and with me on the bottom.� But no motel.� That�s too tacky.�

�How about a weekend in Chicago at a fine hotel?�

She rubbed my nose with hers.� �That sounds great!� I can dress up to look older.�

Her words were a painful reminder of our actual situation, although I doubted she was being snide.

She pressed her full weight upon me. �I can�t promise to be faithful,� she whispered.� �But I only have one other boy in mind.�

�Your first?� The clumsy one?�

�Yeah.� He�s really sweet.� He�s been after me since last week.�

�Last week?� You were a virgin until then?�

Instead of explaining she sucked on my earlobe.

�Can we do it again?� she asked.

* * *

�We met in the lounge each of the following three evenings.� She was eager for it, although I worried about losing weight.� Nancy, I learned, had a phenomenal appetite for orgasms.� We looked forward to our Chicago trip, both of us longing for a spacious bed and waking together in the morning.� Fortunately, I found myself free that very week.

�I�ll bring my tooth brush,� she declared when I told her the good news.

Those words were more a promise than a comment on hygiene.� She had twice sucked me to erection when my flagging member refused to rise for a third go, but she had refused so far to give me a blowjob all the way.

�I�d deplete you,� she reasoned.� �You only have two good shots a night as it is.�

�It�s a sexist thing, darling,� I countered.� �It would be a rush to see my stuff dripping from your beautiful face.�

Therefore, when we checked into a luxury hotel overlooking the Chicago River I had genuine hopes of a new experience with her.� Eventually I intended to inveigle the girl to try anal intercourse.� I had confidence in her curiosity.

It was a lovely, spacious room with a view of Lake Michigan in the distance.� The bellman smirked at me after depositing our bags, because Nancy, who had not accompanied me to the check-in, looked like a schoolgirl, perhaps even younger than her nineteen years.

�That�s such an inviting, large bed, Tony,� she said, unbuttoning her blouse.� �Let�s try it out.�

�Do you have a surprise for me?�

�Of course, darling.� Something special that a sexist like you will enjoy.�

We hurried to undress, and when we stood nude in the middle of the room, I paused to marvel at her young loveliness.� We embraced to kiss, my palms on her perky buttocks, a finger toying with her anus.

�Please, Tony!� she protested playfully, pushing me back.� �I don�t know you that well.�

�Not yet.�

�We�ll see.�

We crawled onto the bed to kiss and snuggle in its spaciousness.� I ate her out three times in the course of an hour, until she was temporarily sated.

�It�s your turn now,� she announced, grinning, pushing me onto my back.

� I squirmed like a sovereign prince awaiting the attention of a prized houri.

�I�ve never done it when you were already hard,� she remarked, kneeling above me.� �I like the feel of it growing in my mouth.�

�This time it shall shrivel between your lip, darling.�

She wrinkled her nose at me and set to.� As with everything sexual Nancy performed with eagerness and gusto.� She required few instructions, and before long I felt the telltale prickle of approaching orgasm.

�Get ready!� I gasped.

I expected her to pull back to avoid the spurt, but she didn�t.� She took my squirts in her mouth and indeed held steady until I shriveled between her lips.� She then looked up and gave me a gruesome smile. �Semen oozed to her chin and fell upon my stomach.� Strands stretched between her teeth.� She puckered and spat playfully on my chest, then swallowed.

�Ow about a kiss, dearie,� she asked in a faux Brit accent.

I declined but pulled her down for a tickle.

�That was absolutely disgusting!�� She laughed.� �I�m going to brush my teeth.�

She rose and dashed to the bathroom.� I relaxed on the bed in serene contentment.� What a delight she was, I thought.� What a delight!�� I fell into a doze to be awakened sometime later by the feel of her mouth on my member.

�Time to get up, Tony,� she said after straightening to stand beside the bed.

She was clad in a tasteful skirt and jacket with a frilly blouse beneath.� Lip rouge was faintly evident and she had used other cosmetics expertly.� She wore her glasses.� The girl appeared to be a stunningly beautiful thirty-something.

�My god, Nancy!� I exclaimed, sitting up in bed.� �How did you manage that?�

She did not explain.� Instead she announced, �You promised me a night on the town, darling, so take a shower and get dressed.�

I swung my feet to the floor.� �Of course.� But pretend we�re on our first date and let me seduce you all over again.�

�You never seduced me, Tony, although I�ll enjoy playing that game with you tonight.�

* * *

I returned from Chicago very conscious of my age � and Nancy�s.� She thought my exhaustion amusing, as if she understood the real situation better than I.� After sweetly rejecting my offer of marriage while we lay entwined on the hotel�s luxurious bed, the girl demonstrated her continuing devotion by suggesting another go, which I only barely accomplished.� When we arrived home I found her reluctance to revisit the lounge a welcome relief, at least for the following two days, until I recovered and began to lust for her once more.

�That place is too stark and uncomfortable,� she objected when I asked her to join me there.

She had previously ruled out motels, and off-hand I could think of no alternative trysting spot.

�Are you implying we�re finished with each other?�

�Oh, no, darling!� I want you forever.�

�You mean until you graduate.�

�Perhaps a little longer than that.�

I wanted to hold her hand, but it would have been inappropriate in the crowded coffee shop.

�So you think we�ll last a while longer?� I asked.� �In that case I should find an apartment for my step-son.� Then my house would be available.�

�I�d like to see where you live.�

�But that doesn�t help us for tonight.�

She glanced around, then took my hand.� �I have a date, Tony.� Do you mind?�

�Your first boy?�

She nodded.� �I have a lot to teach him, thanks to you.�

�I�m flattered,� I said, frowning.

�Oh, don�t be so morose, Tony.� I still love you.�

I smiled.� �I�m not yet fully recovered, Nancy.� Perhaps another evening alone will help.�

It was a lie.� I wanted to tear off her clothes and once more hear her orgasmic cries.

She squeezed my hand.� �I�ll go with you to the lounge tomorrow, darling, but we really have to find a better place.�

Later that day, when I mentioned the apartment idea, my step-son, John, became quite agitated at the prospect.� He was an eighteen-year-old freshman.

�I can have girls over!� he exclaimed.

�You�ve always been free to invite girls home,� I told him, �but you�ve never managed to trick one into it.� When will you be ready to move out?�

�I need an apartment first.�

�Why don�t you go hunt for one?� I�ll go as high as $350 a month.�

�That�s not much!�

�You only need an efficiency.� Perhaps we can move you out tomorrow.�

�You�re trying to get rid of me, dad!�

�That�s right.� I want to have girls over too.�

* * *

I went to bed very early that evening and awoke at two in the morning to take a piss.� God-awful music sounded from John�s room.� When I opened my door to the bathroom I shared with him, I glimpsed naked feminine legs straddling the toilet.� Judging by the position of her arm it appeared that a girl was wiping herself.

�Ooop!� Sorry!� I burst out, quickly closing the door.

I went into the hall and stepped to John�s room to find his door ajar.� I pushed it open, surprising the boy, who in a panic pulled a pillow to his naked groin.

�There�s a girl in the bathroom,� I said firmly but without anger.

�You said I could have girls over!�

�Yeah, but you should tell me first.� I almost walked in on her.� Congratulation, by the way!�

Embarrassed, he concentrated on spreading the sheet over his body and did not see the shock on my face when his bathroom door opened.� Nancy stood there nude.� Her mouth formed a perfect �O� in surprise at the sight of me, but before she closed the door I could see her lips twist into a grin.

�Keep the noise down,� I mumbled and hurried from the room.

For the next hour I lay on my bed in the dark with eyes staring at nothing.� John had turned off the horrible music, but other sounds were more disturbing: his headboard banging against the wall, for one, and especially Nancy�s cries of ecstasy.� They fucked incessantly.� I attempted to gage by the timbre of her exclamations whether he was better than I but came to no definite conclusions.� Then it was quiet for long minutes, a silence more annoying than the previous noises, because I imagined them in each other�s arms kissing and snuggling.� I gnashed my teeth in frustration.

The sound of the shower running awoke me from a doze.� Moments after it shut off the bathroom door opened and a dark figure stumbled toward me.� It was Nancy, who climbed onto the bed and, still damp, into my arms.� We kissed furiously.

�I didn�t know he was your son!� she hissed into my hear.

�My step-son.� We have different last names.�

�Whatever.� He�s asleep now.�

�You wore him out?�

She giggled.� �I want to wear you out too!�

At the moment I had no patience for foreplay or other preambles.� I took her in the missionary position, stifling her eventual groans and cries with my mouth.� My own pleasure was unusually intense.

�What are we going to do, Tony?� she asked after we calmed down and lay in each other�s arms.

�We�d better not tell him.� It�ll be easier after he moves into his own apartment.�

�But what about later?� What if I marry him?�

�He�s too young for that.�

�So am I, but in four or five years . . .�

�Are you serious, Nancy?� You don�t have to marry him just because he was your first guy.�

�He�s a lovely, sweet person � like you.� I don�t want anyone else.� But he wasn�t my first guy, Tony.� You were.� He was just the one who ripped me.�

I brushed my cheek against the precious girl�s fragrant hair.

�I believe you said it,� I said before our next kiss, having reached the only possible decision.� �We�ll have to be discrete.�

END