After Hours (You + Lena)

Lena owns the local lesbian bookstore in your area. While you love books, you love your run-ins with her even more. She’s got a bookish appearance, but she’s anything but boring. And honestly, you find her sexy as hell. You’ve been checking her out for weeks and feel you’ve finally mustered up the courage to ask her out…

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Lena, Your Crush, Remembers You

Nice choice, I love this book. You know, I’ve seen you in here a lot recently. I’m Lena, by the way. I own the shop. What’s your name? 

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Well, it’s nice to meet you officially. I’ve gotta say you’ve got great taste in books. 

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You’re blushing. You don’t have to be nervous. I just appreciate you coming out here and supporting the shop. 

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You Finally Confess...

What’s that? 

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You know, you’re making me blush now. You want to take me to dinner? 

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No, of course, that doesn’t make me uncomfortable. I must admit I have been wanting to ask you the same question for a while now. But generally, I try not to date my customers. 

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Even when the women who come into the shop are so beautiful and friendly, like yourself, and they openly flirt with me…

I don’t want to develop a reputation, you know. I’m the only lesbian bookshop owner in the Midwest. 

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You’re laughing, but you did flirt with me first. And I have to say, I knew something was going on. I mean, all that lingering eye contact. You came into the shop three times this week before you got the courage to introduce yourself. I knew there was more to the story when you wanted a recommendation the other day. 

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So, yes, to answer your question, I’ve been holding back with you. 

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Lena Stops Holding Back Her Feelings

I would’ve said that you have beautiful eyes. They remind me of this lake I used to go to a lot as a kid.

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Anything else? 

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Oh, you’re a little greedy, aren’t you? 

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Fine. I would’ve said that I’ve thought about what it would feel like if I pressed you up against one of the bookshelves and kissed you. 

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You want to find out what it would feel like, too? You’re bold, aren’t you? Well, we’re closing up in a few minutes.

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Oh, you knew that? That’s why you came here strategically at the end of my shift. You are something else. Ok, very smooth. Let me take care of the last few customers and lock up. You can wait for me in the back if you want. 

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My heart races in my chest, and it feels like the next ten minutes are a blur. I try to smile and make small talk with the remaining customers as I check them out and lock up. No one knows what’s about to happen, but the secrecy of it all makes my pulse speed up. 

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You Ask Lena to Read to You

There you are. Making yourself comfortable on my desk already, I see. What are you reading? I love this novel. I keep my favorites back here on this tiny little shelf. 

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What’s that face for? You look like you’ve got a secret or something. You’ve been fantasizing about me, haven’t you? 

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You want me to read to you? Is that it? There’s no reason to be embarrassed about that. It’s not silly at all. In fact, it makes perfect sense. I mean I own a bookstore. We have a vibe. It’s perfectly normal. And honestly? I’m flattered. 

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Where are you going? Wait, oh, you’re going to the poetry section. 

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Ok, love the enthusiasm and that laugh of yours. I understand the assignment. Hmm, I’ll pick my favorite one and read it to you. 

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Lena Teaches You About The Sensuality of Books

Run your fingers along the spines with me. Yeah, like that. You smell really nice. 

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Sometimes, when the shop is closed, I like doing this. When no one can see. I’m still in awe that this is my job and that I can share books with people every day. It’s like a dream come true. But when you touch the spines like this, it’s almost like…I don’t know. There’s something sensual about it. The leather or the paper against your fingertips. And just thinking about how there are entire worlds behind each of these covers. 

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Ok, enough waxing poetic, no pun intended. Hmm…I have a feeling you’ll like this one. It’s called “When I Touched Her”.

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“For the lips swelled, a dark fruit bloomed under my fingers. I could not breathe with my hand there.” 

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When I look up at you, you pull the book from my fingers and let it fall to the floor. The clack of the spine against hardwood echoes in my eardrums. Your fingers intertwine with mine. With my other hand, I cup your cheek. Touching your skin is like slipping into a set of freshly washed sheets. 

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You liked that? I can tell. Your eyes right now…it’s like they’re devouring me. 

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My thumb brushes the moons of your cheeks. I bring my face close to yours and let it linger. Our breath mingles in a hot cloud, daring one of us to break the distance. I let the heat build and build until I can’t stand it anymore. My lips glaze across the surface of yours. There’s a thirst in your own mouth, as you begin to search mine—first with your lips and then with your tongue and even your teeth. You bite down on my lips, stretching the skin of them taut and wet. 

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Is it ok if I press you against the bookshelf? Yeah? 

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Your nipples are getting so hard as they press against me. I can tell you like my weight on you like this. 

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My fingers find the small of your back. I lift your shirt and touch the skin above your waistband. 

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Spin around for me. I wanna drag my hands up and down that ass. Over your jeans, first. I want to savor the feeling of you against the fabric before I take them off. Like a good plot, we have to build some tension, don’t we? 

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Lena Learns Your Love for Being Spanked

Your smile says it all. You’re a naughty one. Let me try something. Put your hands here on the edge of the shelf. Bend your knees a little. Are you comfortable? Now, turn your face towards me. Hmm…is it ok if I use this book on you? 

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Yeah? 

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I take a slim poetry book in my hands, the same one I’d been reading from. I balance it flat against my palm. Your breathing has quickened. Your eyes are wild, looking back at me. I hold the book in the space between my thumb and the rest of my hand. I brush it against your jeans. You smile. You look almost proud. 

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You want it harder? You’ve got to be patient. 

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I swing my arm back again. The book hits you softly. I go again. Harder this time so I can hear the clap of your ass against it. 

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That’s a beautiful sound you just made. Do you wanna unbutton those pants for me and pull them down? Yeah. Good girl. 

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Look at you already getting back into position. You want more, don’t you? 

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I can give you more. I wanna make some marks. Is that ok? Yeah. 

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Using some force, I swing the book against your bare skin. The thwack it makes is too much for me. My head grows dizzy at the sight of you like this, bare and ready. 

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She Starts to Touch You

I have to touch you. I don’t want anything between us now. 

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Pulling your thong down, I kneel behind you. My hands reach for your bare cheeks. They’re soft and supple. I massage the little red circles I’ve created on them, kissing them. 

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Want me to taste you? You’re already so wet. I can see you practically dripping, begging me to eat you. 

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Mmhm. You taste so sweet. Is that for me? 

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Your pussy is so perfect. 

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My tongue reaches inside you, moves between your clit and your opening. I want all of you in my mouth. 

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Can you do me a favor and take that top off for me? I want you massaging your breasts while I eat you out. 

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Very good job. 

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Mmhm. Do you want me to use my fingers? Yeah. I bet you do. 

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One or two? 

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Two. Are you already ready for two? 

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I rub my fingers against your clit. You rock back and forth on my hand. Your pussy is practically sopping now. I lean my back against the bookshelf underneath you to reach your clit with my mouth and pump my fingers inside you. 

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You Come for Her

I want you to wait. Do it when I tell you you can, ok? 

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Now? 

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No. Did I say it was time? 

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Exactly. 

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Hmm…you’re doing so well. I can tell you’re so, so ready. 

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You look so pretty like this. You’re getting so loud. I like the way you scream for me. I want you to say my name when you come, ok? 

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Hmm. How about we practice first, and then I’ll let you come? Ready? Don’t come. Just say my name. Scream it. Let me hear. Let me hear how badly you want it. 

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Very, very good of you. 

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Ok, since you’ve done such a good job, I want you to come for me now. 

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Ready? Yeah. Go ahead. 

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Mmhm. Let it out for me, baby. 

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Oh my god, you did so well. Come lay down with me. Right here on the floor on my chest. Let me read to you again.