My name is Ted, and it was nearly twenty-five years ago when all of what I am about to describe happened. I was a naive 20 year old college student of average appearance and not exactly what would be described as a chick magnet. I stood 5'8" tall and weighed in at about 155 pounds. No one was going to mistake me for Robert Redford, the male sex symbol of the day, and I had virtually no sexual experience, at least none that involved another person.
I was working in the sporting goods department of a well-known department store to help offset the cost of college. I worked a pretty limited night and weekend schedule, enough hours at just over minimum wage to have a little money in my pocket, but not enough hours to interfere with my class work. Although I would interact with a few female customers in my job, they were always there shopping for their man, so I wasn't even given a second look.
The next department over from mine was housewares. A cute 19 year old girl, Linda, worked the same schedule as me in housewares, and we got to be friends pretty quickly. We often were called upon to work together to cover each other's department when the need arose.
Linda stood about 5'4" tall and weighed maybe 110 pounds. She had shoulder-length red curly hair and looked a little like Ann-Margaret. I was not a great judge of proportions, so I had no idea what her measurements were, but she later told me they were 36-25-35. Linda had been the object of many masturbatory fantasies, but given our respective appearances and the fact that she had recently started dating the quarterback at the local college, I was pretty confident that I would never see her naked. That is until one Sunday afternoon about a year after we started working together.
We closed at 6 p.m. on Sundays, and the store was usually dead the last hour or so. Linda had acted strangely the whole day, staying away from my department most of the time and not really talking with me, and I had no idea why. Finally, about an hour before closing, I asked her if everything was all right or if she had a problem, and she mumbled that everything was fine but then quickly changed the subject to something work-related.
About 30 minutes before closing time, Linda came to my department with a pensive expression on her face. She came right up to me and said, "I am taking a really big risk by doing this, but . . . ," and handed me a folded up piece of paper. She immediately walked back to housewares as I opened what turned out to be a handwritten note. The note said:
Ted, My problem is you. Lately I have dreamed about you and have wanted you. I have these desires often and am frustrated by them. Linda
My heart nearly beat out of my chest, but my brain went into panic overdrive. How could this goddess even know I was alive much less "want" me? Why me, of all people? What does she mean she wants me? Finally, I awoke to the realization that I had absolutely no idea what to do. I knew, though, that I had to let her know as soon as possible that the risk she had taken would pay off as her note had found a very receptive audience.
I decided to go talk with her. I approached her, and she still had the nervous look on her face like maybe she had screwed up and ruined our friendship.
I held up her note and said, "That's not the problem. The problem is that I feel the same way."
She smiled, which caused me to smile.
We chatted for a few minutes about everything and nothing at all and agreed to close our registers and walk out together when the store closed.
About twenty minutes later, I closed my register. My hands were shaking as I was anxious and nervous and excited all at the same time. I desperately wanted to be with Linda and hoped I wouldn't screw it up.
I walked over to her department as she was finishing closing up. When she was done, she said there was something she wanted to show me in the store room. I had no idea what it was but followed her anyway. At that moment, I would have followed her anywhere. I admired the curve of her ass in a pair of light brown slacks as she led the way.
When we got there and the door closed behind me, she walked up to me, put her arms around my neck and kissed me like I had never been kissed before. Our tongues battled for position as the kiss continued for several minutes. As we broke, I realized that I had the biggest hard on that I had ever experienced. I am sure she felt it against her leg and had a huge smile on her face. She clearly liked the effect she had on me.
We headed to the store office, and I held my money bag in front of me so no one could tell that my cock was hard. We tried to act nonchalantly as we said goodnight to everyone and walked to the parking lot.
