Charlotte Summers sat quietly at her desk in the library, sorting through returns and check-outs. Though it seemed mundane to most people, Charlotte loved her job as a book store clerk. She adored books and the owner let her live in the small loft above the store.
The rain and hail were falling heavily outside the store. Charlotte finished all her days work and got up to close shop. As she flipped the sign from OPEN to CLOSED, there was a loud banging on the door. Charlotte jump in fright and looked to see a large shadow of a man banging on the door.
"Please ma'am! Let me in. It's pouring out here. Please?" the man pleaded to Charlotte through the door. She hesitated, considering the possibilities of a robber or serial killer. After some thought, she opened the door. The man rushed in and reached over Charlotte to close back the door. In the light now, she got a good look at him. Standing at about 6 ft. 5 in, he was gorgeous. He had warm brown hair wet hair that fell around his face. His wet dark blue t-shirt clung to his torso, revealing a lean, muscled frame that made Charlottes mouth water. He had long legs and warm tan skin were like those of movie stars. Charlotte didn't realize she was staring.
"Um...hello?" said the man in a deep voice.
"Oh I'm sorry!" Charlotte finally spoke, broken from her trance. The man chuckled when he saw that she had been checking him out.
"It's alright. Thanks a bunch for letting me in. It's like cats and dogs out there and I can't find a cab. I'm Daniel Gavins. But you, kind lady, can call me Danny." He said with an extended hand and a smile.
"Charlotte. Char for short." Charlotte said while shaking Danny's hand. She noticed that he held her hand a couple seconds longer than necessary.
"Oh you must be freezing! I'll go get you some things. Have a seat if you want." Charlotte rushed upstairs to her loft, feeling flushed. Danny stood in the doorway and watched the cute black girl rush away. He'd been happy when he finally got into a warm place out of the rain, but even happier when he saw how pretty his savior had been. Char was a petite 5ft 7in woman. She had raven black hair that fell around her shoulders. Her smooth milk chocolate skin tone made Danny want to lick her all up; inch by slow sweet inch. Before she had left he saw, through her tight shirt, a nice full pair of breasts. He guessed they were about C size. Her wide brown eyes were hidden behind frameless glasses. When she'd rushed up the stairs he couldn't help but check out her ass in her tight jeans. "Very nice." Danny thought to himself. Char returned with a blanket and some baggy clothes that had been left in the loft when she moved in.
"There is a bathroom to the left so you can change." Char told him without looking at his face. She knew it would distract her. Danny gave his thanks and went to change. While he was gone, Char took deep breaths to calm her down. She was becoming so flustered over a man she'd just met. "Oh well." She thought so herself. "He probably doesn't like me in that way anyhow." She sighed and sat down in a chair by the B section of the book shelves. Char had never had a lot of confidence in herself. She'd been know as the shy girl all her life (and as the cute girl, but she never noticed that part of her image). She didn't mind particularly, but her self esteem had room for improvement. Danny returned looking dry and happier. Char noticed that the new shirt he had on was a bit snug, but she had no complaints.
"Thank you Charlotte. This is very generous of you." Danny said in gratitude. He walked over to Char, kneeled down and hugged her. He felt her tense up for a second, but he didn't pull away. He held her close, trying to ignore the fact that her tits were pressing against his neck. He felt her arms go around to his back. He inhaled her scent of vanilla and rain and enjoyed the warmth radiating from her skin. Danny felt his cock stir a bit and pulled away, as not to offend Charlotte. She looked a bit more flushed than before, but she had a smile on her face.
"Um...if you're hungry, there's a kitchen in my loft upstairs. I wouldn't mind making you something." Char spoke shyly. Danny rubbed his tummy. He was hungry but he didn't want to take advantage of Charlotte's kindness. But then again, she did offer.
"That would be wonderful Char, but only if I can help. Lead the way." Danny said cheerfully. Charlotte led him to the stairs. Still a bit dizzy from the hug, Charlotte didn't watch when she stepped for the 1st step. She fell backwards onto Danny's chest. Danny bent a bit to catch her and in the process, his hands slipped upwards on Charlotte's stomach, sliding up her shirt. Charlotte leaned against Danny; his hands hold her up by the underside of her breasts. Danny looked down and saw her smooth flat stomach. He licked his lips in wanting. His eyes traveled lower and he noticed that shy little Charlotte had a heart with an arrow threw it tattoo on her the lower abdomen. "Well, well, well" Danny thought to himself. "There is more to this girl than meets the eye. Without realizing it at first, Danny gave her breasts a gently squeeze. Charlotte bit her bottom lip to stifle a moan. She pushed back on Danny and stood up, straightening her shirt.
"I'm sorry." She said quickly and hurried up the stairs. Danny followed her, smiling to himself. "This is the start of a beautiful friendship."
6 weeks later
Charlotte laid lazily in her bed, waiting for Danny to come by the store. Over the past couple of weeks, the 2 of them had become best friends. Danny came by the store every day after work, either to buy or check out a book, or just to see Charlotte. They talked about everything. Char learned that Danny worked as an editor for a publishing company in the city. She learned that they had almost identical tastes in music, books and movies. Everyday they'd talk and laugh and enjoy the company of one and other. Charlotte especially like that at times, Danny would tease her. He'd call her sexy or pinch her bottom or purposely stare at her chest just to make her smile or blush. He made her feel more sensual then she'd ever felt with any other man she'd been with. He also brought out her naughty side. During long nights, she'd change into skimpier clothing just to tease Danny; shorts that were a bit too short, shirts with low V collars, and sometimes she'd just wear a big t-shirt.
"I'm warning you Charlotte." Danny would say when he saw her. "I am a red blooded male and when you prance around so scandalously, I can't be held liable for what I may do."
"Well Daniel dearest, what ever do you mean?" Char would respond coyly. They often played games like this to toy with one another, but sometimes it would feel like more than a game.
Charlotte still lay on her bed, thinking about Danny. He was so kind and sweet with her. She closed her eyes to picture him better. She pictured his warm honey skin, his deep blue eyes and his sexy body. Charlotte was sure God took his time when he created Danny. She thought about times when he would whisper in her ear; his warm breath against her skin; or times when he'd hug her tight on purpose, when her breasts would be pressed against his hard chest. As Char thought about this, she slipped her hand down her shorts absently. She imagined Danny was there with her, kissing down her tight body. She slipped her fingers past her panties to her now wet mound. She thought about Danny begin on top of her, sucking at her nipples. With her free hand, Charlotte pushed up her shirt and squeezed her aching tit. She pinched her nipple gently between her fingers, moaning Danny's name. Her other hand began rubbing against her clit. Just then, the jingle of the door bells sounded from downstairs. Char sat up quick and tried to fix her clothes.
"Charlotte? Are you upstairs?" Danny called as he entered.
