Carol worried she was going to turn into the stereotypical, old lady, librarian. As a college librarian the worry intensified dealing with students younger than herself. Thirty- year-old Carol was seeing the age gap between each year’s incoming freshmen and herself increase all too quickly.
She worried she would become a frumpy old lady. She didn’t want to turn into a woman who wore sensible shoes. “I can scratch that one off the list though,” she thought smiling to herself. She looked down at her fashionable shoes that accentuated her pretty feet. “My shoes will never be sensible,” she thought.
She worried how her life would be if she married Scotty. Then, she worried that she might never be married. In her mind she used the words “old maid.”
A darker worry clouded her mind and she tried to push it away. In her heart, she knew this dark worry was the cause of all her worries.
It was Friday afternoon and this evening Scotty would take her to the county fair. They would wander the seedy midway and watch the evening’s fireworks. Then they would go back to her apartment, and Scotty would spend the night. He was quite handsome, but not gorgeous. He was a nice guy, almost bordering on dull. Her thoughts wandered to eventually settling for less and marrying Scotty, and living out her life. The thought made her sad.
Friday evening played out as expected. They stood hand in hand and watched the fireworks. Then they went back to her apartment where he spent the night. And there was the Friday night sex. And Carol again would pretend. It didn’t happen for her; there were no fireworks. Carol wanted fireworks in her sex life, and she had to fake it. There had never, ever, been any fireworks for Carol. Tears filling her eyes, she rolled over and went to sleep feeling more lonely than she had ever felt before.
The next morning, Saturday, Carol was back at work. The school year was ending and work had to be done at the library. She sat at her desk and her secret worry wandered into her mind. She knew it was because Scotty had taken her to the county fair last night. She saw the fireworks at the fair, but didn’t see them last night while she was in bed with Scotty.
On this particular morning, a student entered the library that had attracted Carol’s attention the entire year. He was lean, hard and sexy, but he wasn’t the typical college jock. He was kind and intelligent. Carol enjoyed visiting with him and fantasies of fireworks drifted through her mind whenever she saw him.
When he entered the library this day, she knew it was now or never. She invited him to her office and locked the door behind them. She looked into his eyes and he received the message loud and clear. The couch in her office was steamy hot when they finished. She was amazed at his skill and endurance. But there were no fireworks for Carol. Her only satisfaction was in her acting skill this day. Her acting skills had kept her secret intact.
The young man left with a smile on his face. Carol followed him out the door feeling sadder than she had ever felt. If this young man, this hot stud, who had filled her three (three!) times, and his amazing skills couldn’t leave Carol seeing fireworks, no one ever would.
She walked to the library checkout desk where her assistant, Amy, had been holding fort. Carol tried to hold herself together, but tears started to roll down her face and soon she was sobbing. Worried and somewhat alarmed, Amy brushed the tears from Carol’s face and led her back to her office.
Carol was back on her office couch and Amy sat beside her and put her arm around Carol. As her sobbing ebbed and the sniffles started, Amy stayed there, handing Carol tissues. Wiping her nose with a tissue, Carol surprised herself by noticing Amy’s beautiful shoes and perfectly manicured toes.
Finally Carol pulled herself together to the point where she looked at Amy and thanked her. Amy smiled, nodded, and kissed her cheek.
Sitting on the couch, Carol’s fascination with Amy’s shoes led her eyes to move up her perfectly shaped legs. When Carol’s eyes reached the hem of Amy’s short skirt something deep within her shifted and suddenly she knew. Carol turned to Amy and hugged her. Their bodies pressed together and their eyes met. Carol leaned into Amy and kissed her lips. Amy pulled her close as their tongues met as her hands started to caress Carol’s body.
That afternoon Amy showed Carol fireworks she never thought possible.
Bio: Lucas likes to write but isn’t quitting his day job.