âThese movies are due back by Thursday, Mr. Stillman,â Melvin stated blandly. He handed the video tapes over the counter to the middle-aged man then turned to help the next customer. As he sorted through the pile of videos to scan, he caught the slightest scent of her perfume. He stopped scanning the videos and looked up to see her. His heart thudded madly and he suddenly found it difficult to breathe.
âUh, excuse me? Could you hurry it up? We donât have all freakinâ night, ya know!â
Melvin turned to face the man he was helping. He noted the manâs wife was trying to hush him and saying something about not being rude in front of the children.
âSorry, sir,â Melvin replied. What he really wanted to do was punch the asshole. He rattled off the price for the videos and placed the money in the register. He handed the videos to the guyâs wife and began to search the store for her.
âHey Melvin! Your sweetheart slut is around tonight. Why not make your big move?â His co-worker, Todd, was grinning at him.
âShut up, Todd. God, but youâre such a geek.â
âYeah? Well, take a look in the mirror, dude. At least I can get laid!â
Melvin turned away from Todd so he wouldnât be able to see the flush on his cheeks. Melvin knew that the fact he was 18 and still a virgin was a constant source of amusement to the guys he worked with. Hell, it was a constant source of amusement to everyone he knew.
As he searched the store, he knew she would never want a guy like him. Hell, so far no woman wanted a guy like him. Melvin blamed his lack of height and his shyness as a reason girls werenât interested in him, but deep down he knew he just wasnât all that attractive. The strange thing was, all the individual parts sounded good. He had thick, brown, curly hair. Problem was, it was unruly, and short of getting it shaved off, he ended up letting his hair do whatever the hell it wanted. His eyes were blue, but they were almost buried into the chubbiness of his baby face. Of course, it didnât help that he was still battling the acne that had raged across his face since he hit 13. He told everyone he was 5â 6â, but he knew he was actually two inches shorter. His shyness went to the extreme, however. Whenever he had to talk to a girl, he froze completely unable to utter even the simplest phrases. He had tried to hit on geek girls, but even they didnât want much to do with him.
âHello Melvin. Howâs a fine stud like you tonight?â
He found himself looking into the most incredible green eyes. Eyes that filled his fantasies each night. He focused on her, as he breathed in the scent of her perfume. Her blond hair was long and slightly tousled, giving her the look of a woman who had just been fucked and gotten out of bed. Her face was round but she avoided the cute label. She was simply beautiful. Her full lips were pressed into a smile that showed her fine white teeth. She was leaning over the counter, with her arms pressed against her body which pressed her full breasts together above the low cut top she was wearing. Melvin felt his face flush and his palms turn sweaty.
âAh, he-he-hello, Ms. Crawford,â he managed to stammer out. He quickly picked up her selections of videos and began scanning them into the computer. He held his breath as he felt her hand on his arm. He looked down to see her long nails lightly digging into his arm.
âI told you, Melvin. Itâs Candi. Please, Iâm still much too young for âMs. Crawford,â now, donât you think?â
He looked into her green eyes and he knew she was teasing him. Toying with him like a cat plays with a mouse. Only he didnât mind being the mouse.
âY-yes, Can-di. And, yeah, ah, youâre right. You are much too young.â He would have kicked himself for that statement, but it was already out of his mouth.
Her giggle filled his ears, and he vowed to remember it for his fantasy that night. As he scanned her videos, he caught short glances at her. She had the body that almost every man fantasized about, even if they never truly admitted it. Her breasts were larger than normal, and even though the guys in the video store swore they were fake, Melvin didnât care. He could stare at her cleavage for hours if she would let him. Her waist was tiny and the hips that flared out from below her waist begged to be fucked. Her legs were long and slender, and her feet were tiny with the nails always perfectly polished.
When Candi first started coming to the video store, the guys thought she had to be a stripper at the local Gentlemanâs Club down the street. But the owner of the video store, who was a regular customer of the club, told the guys that Candi was simply a hostess, serving drinks to drunken customers. Melvin desperately wished he was 21 so that he could spend hours in the club just watching Candi. The owner of the store had said she wore only a bikini at work, and that image was the one he wanked off to most nights.
âYouâre very quiet tonight, Melvin. Anything wrong?â Her green eyes teased and taunted him from beneath the thick dark lashes.
âWhy, uh, no. No-nothing wrong, Candi. Just kinda thinking to myself, I guess.â
âAnd what does a young man like you think about, huh?â
He looked into those green depths, and found he couldnât respond.
She hugged her arms closer to her body, almost causing her breasts to pop out of their confinement. âIâll bet it has to do with sex. All young men think about sex, donât they? Especially at your age.â
Melvin felt his face turn hot and knew the redness gave him away.
âI knew it! Oh, Melvin, itâs perfectly natural, you know?â She pursed her lips together in a pout, almost as though she were blowing him a kiss. âLetâs see, I need to have these back by Thursday, right?â
âUh, yeah. Thursday, r-right. Good night, C-candi.â Melvin handed the videos over the counter and felt the warmth of her hand as she took them from him. As she walked from the store, he watched her ass sway teasingly. He knew she wanted to be fucked â or she had just been fucked. Either way, did it matter to him? He was already hard and had to adjust his cock so one of the mothers wouldnât think he was getting turned on by the kids in the video store. Damn, but his fantasies were going to be hot that night!
And later that night, in the dark emptiness of his room, Melvin imagined Candi standing at the foot of his bed. She was wearing the bikini the store owner said she wore at the club. She would give him a pouty smile as her hands snaked behind her back and released the strings that held her top in place.
In his imagination her breasts would bounce free and loose, the nipples large and stiff. His hand flew over his hard cock as he imagined the object of his lust stroking her breasts and toying with the nipples. His balls felt heavy. He could feel the veins throbbing. His body needed release, and he would get it soon enough.
He closed his eyes and pictured Candi slowly peeling away the bikini bottoms, slowly revealing her sweet pussy to him. He knew she would be shaved bare. And she would be wet. Her pussy lips glistening, so ready to be fucked, so ready for his cock to pound into her. Damn, but he wanted to hear her scream as he rammed his cock into her juicy cunt. He wanted to feel her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer to her. He wanted to hear her beg him to fill her, to fuck her.
His cock exploded in his hand, jism spurting up and over his belly. His balls felt drained, his body quivering. He squeezed his cock and felt the remaining drops of cum ooze over his hand. His heart was pounding and his breath was ragged. He imagined Candi leaning over him, licking his spunk from his chest and telling him how wonderful he tasted. But she was fading now. Becoming the dream she was, and not his reality. It always ended this way. She faded into the darkness, as if taking up residence in his closet only to reappear the next night.