Chapter 1
CHAPTER ONE
“Who’s the jock with Pete? He looks like he’d be a good time. Do you see the size of that package?”
With a coy look in the new guy’s direction, I drew attention to my full, pouty lips with a gentle bite on my pointer finger. His eyes flared, and he straightened to his full height.
Heat shot through me. Casually, I squeezed my elbows closer to my body and created a deeper hollow of cleavage.
I knew what he saw when he looked at me. Even seated, I was tall, curvy, and had great tits, full, red lips, and lots of long, blond hair. I looked younger than my thirty years because I appreciated fun, sleep, and orgasms, not necessarily in that order.
If a few past partners thought I could stand to lose a few pounds, there was a reason I didn’t keep them around. I was fit, healthy, and all woman. Based on the familiar glazed expression in his eyes, all he cared about was my full breasts.
While he stared at me, I openly stared back. His face and hair were attractive enough, but his body was the real treat. Muscular and broad, the thought of all that force powering into me gave me a shiver that had my nips tightening up already.
His pants strained against his erection, drawing and holding my attention. We eye-fucked each other before one of the people in his group called his attention back to them. The corner of his mouth quirked up before he turned his attention back to Pete.
“Damn, he’s hung. Unless coffee talk gives him a chubby, he might be the answer to my current dry spell.”
“Shh, Jessica,” Maria cautioned me. “He’ll hear you.”
“That’s the point. How can I take a ride on that party bus if he doesn’t know I’m interested? With all those muscles, I bet he’s got loads of stamina and can go all night.”
Maria blushed. Half the time, I said outlandish things to get a rise out of my work bestie. In this case, though, I was serious.
My lady garden hadn’t been adequately tended by anyone but me in a while, and I was desperate. Desperate enough to mess around with someone at work, even though Aunt Liddy always cautioned me against it.
“Jessica, that’s not appropriate workplace conversation,” Sheila scolded.
Maria and I sat at a table near the tea cabinet, which was Sheila’s destination. She filled the kettle and turned back to us.
“We’re in the break room,” I argued. “There aren’t any patrons around to hear me.”
“It’s still a library, Jessica, and you’re already on thin ice after two dress-code violations this month.
” Her expression softened. “You know I don’t care.
You’re great at your job, and the patrons love you.
We’re all adults, but it’s a workplace nonetheless.
Not everyone here is your fan, and I’m trying to watch out for you. ”
I groaned. Nothing she said was a surprise, but it annoyed me anyway. It wasn’t my fault Gloria’s husband always stared at my tits when he came in to the library, and she complained my shirts were too low or too tight.
“Don’t tell me I’m creating a hostile workplace.”
“Not for me,” Maria piped up.
Sheila chuckled, and I relaxed.
“If a group of guys were discussing a woman’s physical attributes in such blatant terms, yes, that’s exactly what it would be,” Sheila said. “There’s a different power structure at play when it’s men discussing women, and he’s not actual library staff, so–”
“Enough, enough. I’ll behave,” I grumbled, but it was good-natured.
Her expression cleared.
“Thank you. I don’t want to lose you because someone without a sense of humor takes offense at your flamboyant way of dressing and expressing yourself.”
Her eyes darted to where Gloria washed her plate as slow as possible. She stared hungrily at the men waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. It wasn’t clear if she was also interested in the new guy, but she was no competition.
I laughed and tossed my long hair. Pleasure zipped through me when the new guy’s attention refocused on me again even as Pete and another man engaged him in conversation by the coffee pot.
“Flamboyant? Just because I don’t wear boring pantsuits and cardigans?” I asked.
“The other day, your skirt was so short the high school boys were throwing things on the floor in an effort to guess the color of your underwear,” Sheila reminded me.
“I told you. I had a lunch date that ran late, and I didn’t have time to change before work.”
“You didn’t have to announce that you weren’t wearing any underwear when the teenage boys bet on the color.”
“I had high hopes for that lunch date.”
Sheila smothered her laugh because she didn’t want to encourage me, but her eyes danced. Her shoulders shook as she steeped her tea bag.
“Speaking of dating,” I said in an effort to redirect the conversation from my work transgressions, “how’s your harem doing?”
Her eyes widened, and her mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. Two spots of color stood out against her pale cheeks.
“I’m sorry, what?” she squeaked.
Maria and I grinned at her.
“That’s what we’ve been calling all the hot guys who’ve been here recently.
The dad who came to apologize for making a mess that one night.
The computer tech guy doing the upgrade.
They’re old, but they’re hot. Most of the people who come to the library are moms with kids, students, or people older than my great aunt, so the hot guys are memorable. ”
“There was also that guy who asked for her phone number,” Maria added.
“I forgot about him,” I said. “Plus, Pete carried you around after you got hurt in the parking lot. You’ve been a busy, busy lady.”
Sheila’s cheeks held their rosy glow, but she shook her head in amusement.
“You two are ridiculous,” she said with a fond smile.
“Of course we are. Life’s more fun that way. But what about you? Are you having fun? Seeing anybody?” I emphasized the last word and waggled my eyebrows at her.
Sheila laughed again, but her voice lost some of its humor.
“No, I don’t think I’m cut out for relationships.”
“Who said anything about relationships?” I looked at her critically. “You’re very pretty even though you hardly wear any makeup and dress in frumpy clothes all the time. You’re hiding your light under a bushel, as my great-aunt would say.”
Sheila’s snort reassured me she didn’t take offense.
“You forget I know your great-aunt. She’d never say anything as prosaic as that.”
I cackled.
“See? This is why I don’t try to tone things down. It sounds ridiculous when I do.”
“I have been thinking of updating my look, but I don’t know. Since I’m not interested in dating, it seems like a waste of time and money.”
“Aunt Liddy lives by the belief that women should dress to feel good about themselves.”
“Does it work for her?” Sheila asked as she prepared her cup of tea.
I shrugged.
“She’s had a parade of men making her happy my whole life, even though she’s in her fifties now. I guess she’s doing alright.”
“Sounds like it.” Sheila smiled again. “I’d better head back to work. Try to stay out of trouble at least while you’re at work, ladies.”
Pete and the hot guy were gone, so Maria and I settled back to enjoy the last few minutes of our break.
As the two librarian assistants here today, we were supposed to stagger our breaks.
On slow days like this, the librarians let us take our break together.
Gloria exited, and we both felt more comfortable.
“I like Sheila,” Maria said.
“So do I, even if she’s a prude.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being chaste,” Maria said quietly.
“Of course not. If it makes you happy, do that. If it doesn’t make you happy, you’re free to try something else.”
“Is that what you did?” Maria asked with a curious tilt to her head.
“Definitely. Growing up the way I did, living with my missionary parents half the year and my wild great aunt the other half, I’ve had plenty of practice being pure and innocent. It’s not for me, but I don’t judge you or anybody else who’s happy doing things their own way.”
“I wish I were more like you,” Maria said wistfully. “You’re so confident and comfortable in your own skin. I never know what to say to men, and the ones who are interested in me don’t treat me very well.”
I made a face at her to lighten her thoughts.
“For all the good it’s doing me,” I groused. “It shouldn’t be this hard to get my rocks off, but the last few guys I’ve gone out with have been major disappointments in the sack. I wish my friends-with-benefits guy hadn’t gotten a girlfriend.”
I blushed when I realized how that sounded.
“I mean, I’m glad for him, but it sucks for me. Maybe the new security guy will turn things around. I really need a good, hard fucking. Ooh, I wonder if he carries handcuffs as part of his work uniform.”
Maria blushed furiously.
“You shouldn’t say things like that so openly at work.”
“You’re right. I want to ride his flagpole. I’m tired of buffing the muffin.”
“What?”
“Flicking the bean. Playing with the little man in the canoe. Polishing the pearl. Petting the kitty.”
Maria stared at me in confusion.
“Getting myself off.”
“Oh.”
Another blush covered her face. Unlike me, it looked good on her.
“You’re so bad,” she said on a giggle.
“I know, I know. But I’m horny as fuck, and none of the guys I’ve met lately have been able to find my g-spot.
If all goes well, I’ll have this guy naked pretty quickly.
Hopefully, he knows how to use that thing, and I’ll get a hot beef injection before my lady garden turns to a desert.
Maybe I’ll luck out, and it’ll be worth repeat visits. ”
She groaned.
“It’s a bad idea to date a co-worker.”
“Who said anything about dating?”
I winked at her, and Maria tittered.
“No wonder my mother thinks you’re a bad influence,” she said. “She’s worried you’re going to corrupt me if I move in with you when my lease is up.”
“It’s a very real possibility. If you want me to.”