NO ONE UNDER THE AGE EIGHTEEN HAS SEX IN THIS STORY
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It is another boring day at the corner drugstore. Jim has to force himself to tend to his duties at the soda fountain. He has to wipe down the counters and fill all the drink boxes. Everything is routine until a cute little Blonde comes in the side door from the parking lot. Jim knows the moment she walks through the door he couldn't live without her. She is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. He becomes light headed and can feel his pulse quicken and his breathing becomes shallow and rapid. He wants to scoop her up in his arms and kiss her all over her body.
She is undeniably the girl of his dreams. She is blonde, well proportioned, and sporting tits that every guy dreams about. She is wearing bib type black Bermuda shorts over a white button up short sleeve shirt. The shorts are truly formed fitting and he can't keep his eyes off her well rounded butt. She is about 5' 1" and probably weighs around 100 pounds. She has what he describes as dancer's legs. The thighs and calves are proportionally rounded to match her sexy round butt.
The young blonde had heard from one of her girlfriends in the neighborhood that a cute boy is working at the corner drugstore and she wants to check him out. Jim is twenty-five years old. He is tall and slender with light brown hair worn in a crew cut. He is six feet tall and weighs 165 pounds. She pretends to ignore Jim as she nonchalantly floats about the drugstore. When she saunters into the cosmetics department, he can see from the strategically placed mirrors in that department that she is also covertly checking him out. She knows he is watching her and it sends a delicious quiver straight to her vagina. She can feel her panties get wet.
After a teasingly slow stroll throughout the store, she finally makes her way over to the soda fountain where he is working. She orders a large cherry limeade and then sits down in one of the booths while he prepares it. The aroma of her honeysuckle perfume lingers at the counter as he makes her limeade. She sneaks an occasional glance at him each time she thinks he is not aware. She feels butterflies in her stomach as she watches him make her limeade. She tries really hard to appear like she is not fascinated by him, but her body betrays her by blushing and her pulse quickens.
He walks out to her booth and places the limeade in front of her. He silently waits as she takes a sip through the straw. He waits for her approval, or non-approval; whichever the case may be. She is clearly aware of his continued presence and with the straw still in her mouth she teasingly looks up at him with her beautiful green eyes and smiles. It is undeniably the sexiest smile he has ever received from any woman. Jim's legs grow weak and he drops into the seat across from her.
"Please have a seat," she mockingly says, while taking another sip through the straw.
He tries, but can't think of anything clever to say. So he just sits in silence, drinking in her beauty. Things rapidly become frustratingly uncomfortable for them both.
"This is a very good limeade. Much better than the last one I got here." She says, trying to diminish the awkwardness.
Jim tries to be charming, but starts to stumble over his words and finally ends up just asking her name. She cleverly avoids his question then smiles and asks him how long he has worked at the drugstore. This is the first time in his life that Jim can remember being tongue-tied with a girl and he mumbles that he has worked there about a week. He asks her if she lives in the neighborhood. She nods her head yes and takes another sip of her limeade. Jim tries to ask another question, but she looks up at the clock over the soda fountain and announces that she needs to get home. She promptly slides out of the booth and makes her way to the door. Jim follows her and asks again for her name. She hesitates a moment, then smiles and says her name is Sally. He asks for her phone number and she rattles off a number as she goes out the door. He quickly writes it down on his order pad.
When Jim finishes his shift, he goes to the phone booth located in the pharmacy area of the drugstore and punches in the number she had given him. The recorded announcement states that it is no longer a working number. He hangs up and goes to Ms. Walden, an older woman who has worked in the drugstore for many years, and asks her if she knows where Sally lives. Ms. Walden has never heard of anyone named Sally. When Jim points out she is the little blonde he had waited on earlier; Ms. Walden laughs and tells him that the blonde is named Lucy and she lives less than a block from the drugstore. Jim realizes he had been given a hand job by the girl claiming to be Sally. He goes to the pharmacist and asks him if he knows Lucy. The pharmacist ribs him a bit about the brush off, but gives him her full name, address and phone number. He also tells Jim she is a junior at the University and is working toward her teaching degree. The pharmacist tells him she is 23 years old and has a big brother whose is very protective of her. Jim is determined to learn more about her.
Later that evening Jim calls Lucy's correct phone number. After three rings it is answered by an older woman who Jim assumes is her mother. He asks if he can speak with Lucy. She wants to know who is calling. He tells her Jim from the drugstore. A minute later Lucy comes on the line.
"Hello."
"Hi, this is Jim from the drugstore."
"I know who is; How did you get my number?" She is baffled.
"You gave it to me this afternoon. Remember?"
"I gave you a..." She hesitates.
"A bogus number; yes I know." Jim finishes her response.
She doesn't say anything.
"Look if you really don't want to talk with me I will understand", Jim Says. "I'll just hang up and go on about my business. So it was nice to have met you, Lucy. Good-bye."
"No, wait! Don't hang-up!" There is urgency in her voice.
