DREAM GIRL
Occasionally a man finds a girl especially attractive for some reason. I'm not talking about a movie star or centerfold, I mean a real girl, one he sees in a store or on the street. Maybe he even gets to talk with her and manages to strike up an acquaintance.
What would happen if his fantasies get out of control and he begins to feel he'd sell his soul for just one night with his dream girl. Maybe he becomes a little obsessed with her and goes so far as to find out all he can about her. He does this, even though he knows she's hardly aware of his existence, that he's just the man who comes in the store to rent videos now and again. He knows she never thinks about him with the same fervor he thinks about her.
But, occasionally, fate steps in when you least expect it. Maybe, due to a fluke, the situation changes. An opportunity for more than casual contact presents itself. What would happen in a case like that? What would a man do if he had an opportunity to spend an evening alone with a girl he's obsessed with?
I happen to have had just such a fantasy girl. I frequently stop at the video rental store where she works to pick up tapes. I don't really want them, I just wants to see her. Not to long ago, when my wife was away and I was feeling lonely, I thought seeing her would make me feel a little better.
I had no idea what was going to happen, that the night would turn out to be far more than I ever dreamed it would. Things like that didn't happen to me. Well, not often, anyhow. There was the thrilling night Katy Truro came over to my house, but I figured that was a fluke. Until that night when I was lonely and at loose ends and I stopped to rent a video.
The reason some sections of the following story are italics is that they are drawn from things the young lady who plays such an important part in it told me later. Always the writer, I kept notes on them and used them when I wrote this story together. Hopefully, having her insights will make the story more entertaining.
YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT?
I.
I stopped at the video store to pick up a couple of videotapes. At least that's what I told myself. I was really stopping so I could see her. I knew I was being silly. I'm a grown man, but I was acting like a teen-ager with his first crush. The thing was, I didn't care. It was worth it to get a chance to see her, maybe to have a short conversation with her.
There were no other customers in the shop. That was nice. She was behind the counter, with her head down, and didn't look up when I came in. That was odd. Usually, I get a bright smile and pleasant, "Hi."
I found two tapes that looked interesting and took them to the counter.
The lissome clerk looked up and smiled wanly. "Hi," she said. She took the tapes and began filling out the rental slip.
"You look down tonight," I said. "Are you OK?"
She stopped writing, her head still down, and I saw tears drip onto the keyboard of the computer she used to record rentals. Her shoulders began shaking and she sobbed quietly.
It bothered me that she was upset and I wondered if there was something I could do to help. "If you need someone to talk to," I ventured hopefully, "I'm a good listener."
She took a deep breath, seemed to get herself under control, and looked up at me, smiling faintly. "Ah, I-I can't have, you know, people hanging around," she said softly. "The boss doesn't like that."
My heart was pounding. It sounded like she might be willing to talk with me, but not there. Somewhere else, perhaps? It was late, so I decided to take a chance. "Maybe I-I could buy you a cup of coffee after work?" I suggested.
The clerk looked unsure at first, then she shrugged and said, "OK, sure, why not?"
Barely able to control my excitement, I asked, "What time do you get off?"
"About 10:30," she replied. "I close the store at ten, and I usually lock up by 10:30...unless someone comes in real late."
"I'll see you then," I told her. Forcing myself to contain my excitement, I took the tapes I'd rented, walked out, got in my car, and headed for my home, more excited than I'd been in a long time. She'd agreed to let me buy her a cup of coffee! My dream girl, the one I'd had so many fantasies about! In less than an hour I'd be having coffee with her!
As I thought about her, I got more and more excited. She's slim and very pretty. Her light brown hair forms a wild, curly mane framing her exquisitely pretty face. Her bosom isn't large, and I've always believed she's self-conscious about that because she always wears loose-fitting tops. Her ass, in my opinion, is her best feature. The tight jeans she usually wears display its perfect shape extremely well. That was what attracted me to her in the first place. She has the nicest ass I've ever seen!
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The young lady at the video store was finishing up the evening's paperwork and getting the bank deposit ready. As she worked, she had second thoughts about the date she'd just made. The guy she said she'd go out for coffee with did come into the shop a lot. He was a lot older than she was, maybe old enough to be her dad. He seemed nice enough, but he could be some kind of weirdo. Maybe he was an axe-murderer or something. She shrugged. Her life was such a mess, what difference would it make if he was an axe-murderer? If he killed her, he'd be putting her out of her misery.
"What the heck," she remarked to the empty store. "Why not?"
Her boss arrived at 10:20 and they closed the store. They locked up and walked to their cars. She looked around. Her "date" wasn't there.
"What's up?" her boss asked. "Waiting for someone?"
She nodded. "I, ah, kinda have a date," she said.
"Want me to stick around until he comes?" the boss asked.
"No, it's all right. I'll wait in my car a few minutes," she told him. "Maybe something came up." She almost hoped something had come up and the man wouldn't show. She was really feeling weird about this. After all, other than talking with him when he came in to rent videos, she didn't know anything about him.
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That very minute, I was driving rapidly toward the store, afraid if I was late, she wouldn't be there when I arrived.
My heart began pounding when I wheeled into the parking lot and saw her car. Suddenly, it was very hard for me to breathe and my hands were shaking.
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She saw the car pull in. At first she was afraid, then the door opened and he got out. He'd come after all. Whatever was going to happen, he was here, and she was committed to at least having a cup of coffee with him. She opened the door of her car and got out.
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"Sorry I'm late," I apologized. "I-I lost track of time." Actually, I'd been pacing and watching the clock. Then I got behind some damn slow driver when I was on my way to meet her...
"That's OK," she said. "I just got done."
"You want to take your car or ride with me?" I asked. I hoped fervently she'd agree to come with me.
"I guess my car will be all right here," she said.
We walked to my car and I held the door so she could get in. Then I went around and got behind the wheel, started the car, and drove off.
My heart was hammering so hard I was sure she must be able to hear it. I didn't seem able to breathe properly, either, and my hands continued to shake. "Any place in particular you'd like to go?" I asked.
"No," she replied.
"How about the truck stop down in Riverdale?" I suggested. "They're open twenty-four hours."
She smiled at me and nodded.
"So," I said, "you want to tell me what's making you so sad?"
"I don't know...I shouldn't bother you with it," she replied.
"I'm a good listener."
"Well..." she took a deep breath and began telling me her story. She started hesitantly, but once she got started, she couldn't stop. Her fiancée had dumped her. Her parents liked him because he had money and were blaming her for the breakup and being miserable to her. She felt very alone. By the time she finished the story, she was sobbing again, and tears were cascading down her cheeks.
