Young Englishman Lester Black believed that Roxie Mellows was the most desirable young woman in their small town of Stenton Bridge.
Mind you, Lester wasn't particularly experienced in satisfying himself sexually with another person and it was unlikely he was an excellent judge of females outside of his family.
It wasn't Roxie's breasts that strummed Lester's QQ Spot (male equivalent of the female's G). Nor was it her ankles, knees, butt or ear lobes.
No, it was her smile.
Whenever Lester was within range of Roxie's smile he felt like a fawn standing in the middle of a road at night caught in a vehicle's headlights.
Splat!
At home at night Lester often went Splat! This would occur whenever he became over-active with Roxie's smiling face engulfing his mind.
Lester had it bad and he knew there was only one cure: Win over Roxie.
If he could just feed it into her once, that might suffice.
He could end up disappointed and rejected. With his fixation shattered he'd move on to find the replacement image of some other hottie to assist him to achieve a tumultuous ejaculation each night. Actually to reduce his sexual stress he should take the alternative route and read himself to sleep with a travel book.
Lester was aware Roxie has just turned twenty-two, his age. They'd gone through school together and that meant he'd been under the influence of that smile for most of his life.
Despite her smile being an almost permanent fixture she was no pushover.
He'd seen Roxie deck a guy on the dancefloor after he'd invited her to perform an unsavoury act on him with her mouth.
As the almost six-foot skinny jerk hit the floor groaning and clutching his heavily squeezed and rotated nuts, her smile remaining intact as if she were a jovial assassin.
Awesome.
Everyone clapped and incredibly her smile widened further and it fell on Lester when she checked to see who wasn't applauding.
Lester hastily started clapping and was last to finish, having felt like a deer caught in the headlights of a vehicle driven by a beautiful vixen named Roxie.
For two years after turning eighteen, through applied personality (to the point of pleading) and perseverance Lester had managed to bonk seven girls roughly his own age (and several were rough) plus one woman.
The woman was Mrs Smart, his swimming coach. He'd carried her groceries inside after he'd seen her struggling to pull them out of her car.
She breathed heavily, calling him gallant when locking the door behind him.
Mrs Smart knocked the 19-year old to the ground and fell on top of him.
Lester found his hand up her skirt and that confused and he was thinking she'd placed it there.
Mrs Smart laughed and said since he'd managed to get that far with his fingers he'd better continue. Lester obliged and for the next four months had helped her with her groceries every Tuesday night, which happened to be the night her husband stayed after work to play in the inter-company darts league.
After four months of animalistic bed gymnastics with young Lester, Mrs Smart announced that enough was enough and she was returning to being loyal to husband Harold.
That rejection left Lester determined to increase his successful connections with females and after two unspectacular interludes with twenty year olds her thought he should made a determined effort to bed Roxie.
He recalled that once a year since turning fifteen, feeling like an animal ready to mate, he'd asked Roxie for a date.
She'd lavished (yes, not ravished) him with her smile and always said the exactly the same thing, "Oh I don't think so, um, Lester?"
Roxie's inability to have quick recall of his name surprised Lester, although she was a blonde. She's lived opposite him and they'd walked to primary and then high school together and sat together in the same class at times.
This was perplexing and then came sexual diversion from an unexpected quarter.
Roxie's mother was always waving to Lester and then one day she stopped Lester and propositioned him. That started an occasional intimate meeting when Mr Mellows was away on a business trip. Roxie's mother Kit called Lester over, locked the doors and asked him to rub her breasts and belly with his eyes closed.
Being a good neighbour, Lester complied including complying with her stipulation that (1) he must never put his hands under her clothes and (2) he must never tell anyone about their secret, especially his mother and Roxie.
Lester assumed Roxie knew nothing about him fiddling with her mum on request once every four weeks or so.
One day Lester became more involved than in rubbing.
Mr Mellows was down south and Mrs Mellows, waiting at her front gate, called Lester over as he arrived home from after-school football practice.
Soon she was jiggling about a bit more lively than usual on the bed and moaning incessantly. Lester felt the urge to smack her bottom, and impulsively gave her quite a thump.
She screamed, "Oh my God, oh my God."
She collapsed on the floor and Lester thought that somehow he must have killed her.
Bending down he could tell she was breathing, breathing very heavily in fact. Kit's eyes opened and she pulled down his head and her tongue accidentally fell up into his mouth. That gave him a boner, so he raced off to his bedroom across the street feeling very disgusted with himself.
Kit phoned an hour later and asked Lester's mum to send him over as she needed his strong hands to open a jar of preserves.
Kit was ever so kind to him -- telling him to call her Kit whenever they were alone. She asked Lester did he have any idea what she was doing when they were playing their game. He nodded, she kissed his cheek and gave him £10 as a secret present and told him in future she'd like him to smack her hard when she began making lots of noise and he could keep his eyes open.
Lester was sure in time Kit would be putting his boner up her thingy, and that happened but only the once. He was left satisfied, in fact really impressed as she got him away four times, a record for him. But he was left thinking it was queer that he'd fucked the mother but had been unable to get anywhere near the daughter except within range of her smile.
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Eventually Lester took a new opportunity to make headway with Roxie.
He'd changed employment to work for a different insurance company and his desk was at a window.
He looked out and straight into Roxie's office. He could tell the worker was Roxie by the outline of her breasts -- he'd looked at them enough to have the outline etched in his brain.
Eventually she looked up and out her window. Lester waved and she smiled but didn't wave back.
In desperation he went to the media department and got a big sheet of cardboard and wrote a message in large writing and taped it against his window.
A few minutes later, from a window just along from his, he saw people gathered at Roxie's window pointing at his sign and laughing. The sign read:
