With my head turned sideways I could just
barely see down the aisle. But I saw enough to see him stop. I
looked away, so the only parts of me aimed at him were the back of
my legs and my raised ass. It felt so humiliating, but at the same
time it felt so good. My butt tingled. I was sure there were
goosebumps there. Even if he wasn’t touching me, he was touching me
with his eyes. I thought it was possible that he’d actually stopped
to look down that aisle, trying to find some food product, maybe
some peaches or a can of condensed milk. But that seemed unlikely.
He was most likely stopped by my butt. He wasn’t moving, so neither
was I. At some point, I decided it was probably weird to hold my
posture like that. I stood up and pretended to look at a higher
shelf. In my periphery I saw he’d come a little way onto the aisle.
He must have crept quietly.
My mind searched for other ways to keep him
there. I looked over at him. I found I could speak. I could speak
because my mind said I needed to.
“Can I help you find something?”
That beautiful face looked down at me.
“No,” he said, confidently. “I’m just
browsing.”
He stepped toward me. Now my heart was
beating fast for a different reason.
He walked past me, but put a hand on my back
as he did. “Thanks, though.”
“Mm hm,” I said, embarrassed to hear that it
was breathy. Then I panicked a little, thinking maybe he thought it
was breathy for the wrong reason. What if he thought I was just
afraid of him?
He was now a few feet on the other side of
me. I didn’t have much of an arsenal when it came to dealing with
men I was extremely attracted to. Again, I went back to instinct,
like I was some kind of monkey in heat. I bent over again, this
time facing the other way, my butt pointed at him once again.
It worked. I was embarrassed and hoped he
wasn’t grossed out by my butt, but it seemed to work anyway. Not
only did he stay on the aisle. I heard him move closer.
Then I heard his voice, “Sorry,” he said. “I
just want to get a closer look at something on the lower
shelf.”
I thought that might be my cue to move. But
then I felt his hand on my butt.
It was like two things warred inside me. Part
of me was screaming that he was now feeling how soft my butt was
and that I should move away fast. Part of me was saying I shouldn’t
worry about that, but instead enjoy the tingles flowing through my
skin.
The latter voice won out, and I found a voice
in the physical world too. “Oh. You’re fine.” Again, it was
breathy.
He didn’t make gagging sounds and pull his
hand away. I could feel him actually pushing on my butt. He did it
a few times. The way he was doing it reminded me of how someone
might push on a melon in the store to see how ripe it was. He was
checking its hardness, I thought. I would have thought he was
judging it inadequate, but he kept doing it for a little while.
Then, when he stood up, he brought his hand from the bottom of my
butt, almost nicking my vagina, to the top of my butt. The chills
were amazing, and I felt myself get wetter than I’d ever been, at
least in that way.
“See you later,” he said.
“Okay,” I said, because I couldn’t come up
with something else.
I knew I’d never be the same.
#
I was terribly disappointed that I had to
work a later shift the next day. The two times I’d seen Casey it
had been around one-thirty. My shift started at two. The store was
quiet for a while. I stocked shelves and waited on customers here
and there, hoping I’d get lucky and he’d just walk in out of the
blue.
He did. It was around four. I was at the
register, waiting on another customer. I smiled really big at him.
I think part of that was just my way of saying hi to the person I’d
rather see than any other person in the world. I think a bigger
part of that smile was out of my control. I was like a baby seeing
a puppy.
He wasn’t dressed like I was used to seeing
him. He had on a pair of slacks and a short-sleeved Polo. These
clothes were just as sexy, though, the way his muscles pressed
against the fabric. He smiled back at me, and I thought he seemed
genuinely pleased.
I wanted to follow him around, but I had more
customers come to the counter. He finally came toward the front. He
stopped in front of a battery display. I had quite a line going at
that point. I alternated between the customers and looking at him.
He moved just a little here, and there and I watched his butt. It
didn’t move like mine. It just flexed and unflexed a little. I
couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to squeeze it. I
imagined it would be like a ball aired up really tight.
I noted that he kept checking over his
shoulder. Was he really watching my line? And if he was, could he
be looking for an opportunity to talk to me?
I hoped my line would not get so big that
another checker would come up. I tried to keep conversation to a
minimum. Luckily, I didn’t have to answer any questions about where
things were or show someone something. Finally, my line was empty.
He looked over his shoulder one last time and came to the
counter.
My heart was beating fast, but I thought I’d
be able to talk to him.
He tossed five bags of dried apricots on the
counter and two packs of C batteries. “These were here earlier,” he
said. “Thought I’d come in a stock up a little.”
I smiled. I thought of how stupid it was that
I hadn’t noticed them there. It seemed like I should have done
that.
“So what’s your story? You going to
school?”
I was glad he’d started the conversation. I
was especially glad that now I had the chance to explain that I was
not some dumb girl who could do no better than this job. “Yes. I
start in the fall at the college.” I assumed he’d know that the
college was the university there in town. Desperate to try and
impress him, I added, “I got the Roger’s Scholarship.”
He smiled. “That’s impressive. I know,
because I got it too.”
“Really?” I said, hoping no one else would
come up to the counter and ruin the exchange. I’d already rung up
his items, and he was paying with a card.
“Yes, but I only went a couple of years. By
that time I’d already started my first business.”
“Wow,” I said.
He shrugged, like it was nothing. “I thought
you looked about eighteen,” He said.
He was stepping away, slowly, like he wasn’t
ready to leave but had to go because the transaction was over. I
realized he’d just kind of asked me a question.
“Yes,” I said. “I turned eighteen earlier
this year.”
“Hmm,” he said. He looked like he was about
to walk out the door. Did he have a question on his face? I wasn’t
sure. He looked like he did, but I thought I might just be seeing
what I wanted to see.
Just then, I had an irrational fear. What if
he didn’t come back in again? Or what if didn’t come in for a
while. If he had a few businesses, it seemed he could get caught up
in them and forget about me. I felt like I had to do something.
I just spit it out. “You can ask me out.”
And there it was, a few seconds of awkward
silence. Then he broke it. “Okay. You know the theatre down the
street.”
“Yes.”
“You off tomorrow night?”
Tomorrow night, thank God, I was on days.
“Yes.”
“Meet me there at six-thirty. We can take in
a movie.”
I felt overwhelmed with excitement. Now, the
best I could do was nod.
He nodded back. Then he walked out.
#
I didn’t have a car. I used public
transportation. I didn’t want him to see me getting off that bus.
So I figured I’d go early. I’d told one of my roommates, Leah, who
I had a date with. Her mouth had fallen open. She’d heard of Casey.
She’d never offered me a ride before. But she insisted on driving
me to the secondhand store in Polly. Polly was my home town, and a
lot of girls from other towns knew to go there because the rich
people of that town often discarded nice stuff.
She helped me pick out clothes. “You have a
nice butt, but no boobs,” she said as we looked through the aisles.
“We have to hide one and accentuate the other.”
I was surprised to hear that. No one had ever
said I had a nice butt, at least not for me to hear.
Leah was the opposite. She had big tits and a
little, concave butt. But she always dressed nice, so I trusted her
judgment.
I tried on a few things and then she said I
should go with a pair of black stretchy pants and a white blouse.
The blouse was loose, but the pants tight. The blouse was long and
covered my butt, though.
“He already knows you have a great ass,” Leah
said. “That’s probably why he asked you out. Hiding it like that in
a pair of pants he’ll see tight on your legs will drive him
crazy.”
As I said, I trusted her judgment, and I was
happy that my butt had been promoted from nice to great.
Leah even dropped me off at the theatre,
fifteen minutes early.
Before I got out, she said, “Listen. You’re
not going to hook Casey Lance for more than a night or two. The
best you can hope for is an awesome memory, so don’t hold
back.”
I hadn’t really considered that. I hadn’t
really thought I could hold back. I wouldn’t be able to resist him.
I was a virgin, but didn’t think I could resist a man that hot.
“Okay,” I said.
“Good luck,” she said. “I hope I don’t see
you tonight.” She gave me a stern look.
I got out.
#
I went in the lobby and waited. Casey showed
up on time. He looked around and spotted me. I smiled and walked
over to him. It was hard to look him in the face. He looked
incredible. He’d worn a pair of jean shorts and another
short-sleeved Polo. His scent was nice. It wasn’t his natural
scent, though, but cologne. I’d worn a little makeup and let Leah
do my hair. Leah had told me to where more makeup, but I just
wasn’t that comfortable in it, having not worn much throughout my
life. My face wasn’t bad for me, just a couple of small bumps. But
his face was perfect. Still, I made myself look at him.
“You look good,” he said.
“Thank you,” I replied, thinking he was
lying. “You look . . .” I hesitated, then just let it come out.
“Awesome.”
He chuckled. “Thanks. What do you want to
watch?” he said and we looked over the board.
“I don’t care,” I said. “Whatever is fine.”
That was true too. I didn’t think I would be able to focus on the
movie. I looked around. People were staring. I didn’t think they
were staring because we were an odd couple, though. They were just
staring at him. He was a spectacle. He was beautiful.
He named a comedy.
“That sounds good,” I said.
We got in line. He bought us tickets, drinks
and popcorn.
“Any candy?” he asked.
I held back a laugh. Did he want me to have
more bumps on my face? “No thanks.”
We went into the theatre.
“You pick the seat,” he said.
I led him to the back. I thought that would
make me more comfortable. I didn’t want people looking at us and
thinking he was at the movies with his ugly cousin. I didn’t
actually feel too ugly, though. I felt like I wasn’t as hot as my
date, but at the same time, I was pretty because otherwise I
wouldn’t be with him. I kept thinking about what Leah said, that I
had a great butt and that made me feel sexy.
We sat and were quiet. We both just nibbled
at the popcorn until the lights went out. Then we sat there
watching the previews.
I ignored the previews. I thought of what
Leah had said in the car. And I really did want him. I kept
thinking about his back and his butt and his huge arms with the
veins up to the skin. I wasn’t going to wait for him to
instigate.
My first move was to lean into his shoulder.
That thing bulged out like a boulder under his skin. There was so
much power there, and I loved it. I had to touch him more. I put my
hand on the same shoulder my head was on. I slid it down. I
squeezed near the place between his shoulder and chest. His body
sprung back. I ran my hand over his chest and felt the perfect
shapeliness there. I was already lost in him. I suddenly wasn’t
nervous at all. I didn’t care what I looked like. I didn’t worry
about what was going to happen. I just let myself enjoy touching
his amazing body. My hand felt so small against his peck muscle. I
moved it to his bicep. It was kind of like I had imagined his butt
to be, like a ball aired too tight. But there were indents and
bulges there. I felt like I wanted to find them all, to feel them
all. I went to the side of his chest. I moved back and there was
the best thing yet. His lat seemed impossible. I thought all the
muscles in my body could fit into that one muscle. It felt too big
to even take in, but I was going to try. I dropped my hand down to
his ribs. But I didn’t feel ribs. I felt more muscles. I was
tempted to lift up his shirt and bite him.
I didn’t bit him. Instead, I dragged my hand
over his stomach and still found no fat. I was leaned further into
him at this point and he wrapped his arm around me. I felt so small
wrapped in that arm, and so safe, like the world outside wouldn’t
be able to get to me if it wanted to.
My hand went over the elevated segments that
were his ab muscles. Then I drug a finger across each line. I truly
felt like a kid with a free pass to take anything she wanted in a
candy store. I wondered about going lower. I didn’t wonder long. I
couldn’t resist. I found the bulge in his pants. It was soft, but
then, as I rubbed it, it got harder and bigger. It didn’t get too
big. I was relieved. I was not only a virgin. I was kind of small
down there. I didn’t know if I could handle a big cock. But that
thing got really hard. It felt like it could stab right through his
jean shorts. The mechanics of it all seemed right. It was spike
hard, but not too big. I thought he could put it in my tight little
twat. And I found I wanted that. I got wet just thinking of it. I’d
had nothing more than my own fingers in there, one at a time,
sometimes two, but I thought I could handle his cock, simply
because I wanted to handle his cock.