“Shit,” I groan, echoing into the empty shower as long jets of cum hit the wall in front of me. I haven’t jacked off to the thought of a woman I know since I was thirteen, when Margret Jenkins showed me her tits in the boys’ bathroom on a dare. I catch my breath before I wash up and head to bed. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day.
When I walk into the middle school, I’m not surprised when the security guard asks who I am and what I’m doing here. I explain to him that I’m looking for a librarian by the name of Sophie. He doesn’t know who she is, so he sends me to the principal’s office so someone there can help me out. I’m used to being judged by my appearance. I’m covered in tattoos, and I have a fauxhawk and gauges in my ears. Basically, I look like a person you should run from.
“Can I help you?”
I look down at an older woman with light-purple hair and a large smile. “I’m looking for Sophie.”
“The Sophie who works in the library?” she questions, her smile becoming wider.
“Yes. Can you point me in her direction?”
“Oh! She’s not here today.”
“Why are you looking for Sophie?” a male voice asks, and I turn my head to look over my shoulder.
“She’s a friend,” I tell him, turning back around.
“Sophie doesn’t have friends,” he says in a way that makes it sound like he has tried to be her frien, but she wasn’t interested.
I turn to face him, looking him over. He’s dressed like he works here—most likely a teacher—his khaki pants and button-down shirt giving him away.
“She has me,” I tell him.
His eyes look me over before he speaks again. “I find that hard to believe.”
“Is that so?” I raise a brow.
“Honey, she will be here tomorrow,” the lady says. I look at her and smile, and she beams back at me.
“Thanks,” I reply, tapping on the top of her desk before walking past the guy, out the door, down the hall, and out to my car. I have to wait another day, but I know it’ll be worth it when I see her again.
When I get to the school the next day, I go directly to the office.
“You came back,” the same lady as before greets me. “I’m Sue, by the way.” She leans forward then, like she is going to tell me a secret. “Mr. Rasmussen was not happy yesterday.” She wags her finger at me then smiles like the cat that got the canary before sitting back in her chair and clapping her hands together once. “So I guess you need directions to the library.”
“That would be helpful.” I smile.
“You sure are pretty.” She laughs. “If I was a few years younger, I’d be a jaguar for you.”
“A jaguar?” I ask on a chuckle.
“You know, an older lady with a younger man.”
“A cougar, you mean,” I correct her with a grin.
“Sure. Whatever you say, honey. All I know is I would have given Ms. Grates a run for her money.”
“Sue, if you want me, you’ve got me,” I tell her, leaning in the way she did before.
“Oh no, honey. I wouldn’t even know what to do with you.” She smiles, her eyes sparkling. I shrug and she laughs. “All right, mister. I gotta hang on to your ID while you’re on school property, but just sign in here and you can go to the library. Take a right out the door, walk until you get to the end of the hall, and take a left. It’s the last door on the left.”
“Thanks, doll,” I reply, smiling as I hand her my driver’s license, sign the visitor’s sheet, and walk out of the office. I have to say, that’s the first time I’ve ever been hit on by a woman my grandmother’s age.
When I get to the library’s doors, I look through the small window and spot Sophie right away as she stands on her tiptoes to put away books. Today, she is wearing navy-blue slacks with wide legs and a high waist that ends just under her breasts, which are covered in a bright red, short-sleeved, button-down top that matches her heels.
Jesus. Sophie is in heels and looking like she does is going to be the death of me. I push open the door and am bombarded by the smell of books. Sophie turns her head to look at who has come in, and when she sees that it’s me, her eyes go wide and her mouth opens and closes a couple of times.
“What are you doing here?” she finally asks before looking around like she is waiting for someone to jump out at her.
“I told you I would see you when I got back to town. I’m back in town,” I state the obvious.
“Um…okay, but what are you doing here?” she repeats, pointing to the floor.
“I don’t have your number, and I want to take you out to dinner.”