Petra’s finger’s strained in the darkness trying to locate the dusty old shoebox. Holding it in her hands, she walked into the kitchen. Opening the lid Petra ran her fingers over each image as she laid the contents out. The day had come to rid her life of haunting memories. It was time to cleanse her soul.
Heavy thuds filled the kitchen as blade met wood, dissecting its victims. First a head, then an arm, a tennis shoe, then a little girl’s flowered dress, one innocent brown eye, and tufts of golden hair slid from the cutting board meeting their final resting place on the smooth tile floor.
Lifting her pinky to her mouth, Petra sucked and tasted blood. The cleaver frozen in air tightly in her grasp, gleamed as if laughing. Withdrawing her finger from her lips, she noticed that her finger had stopped bleeding.
The clang of metal echoed inside the basin as Petra placed the blade in the sink. Leaving the kitchen, she grabbed the one picture, which had been spared from sacrifice. Running her fingers across the image printed on the paper, she knew she had found her tool.
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“American History, Volume 8, Call Number AMH 921.2,” Ben read the words from the piece of paper in his hands.
Glancing at the library shelf before him, Ben began to peruse the books. Suddenly out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a woman had rounded the corner at the end of the aisle. She wore a white summer dress, dark sandals, and a band-aid wrapped around one of her pinky fingers. There was something familiar about this woman, but Ben could not remember where he had seen her before. Curiosity played upon his mind as he turned back towards the books.
“Excuse me, do you work here?”
Ben was lost in thought as he spotted the book he had been looking for.
“Excuse me,” she said clearing her throat while raising her hand in the air. “Do you work here young man?”
Turning towards the woman, Ben looked around. He realized they were the only two in the aisle.
“Were you speaking to me, ma’am?” he said pointing to himself.
“Ma’am, Do I really look that old?” she said tilting her head.
“No,” Ben smiled shyly.
As the woman approached Ben, she appeared to be a forty something version of Goldie Hawn or Darryl Hannah. She had a few freckles on her cheeks and soft blue eyes. A hint of gloss shone on her pink supple lips. “Not bad for an older woman,” he thought to himself.
“I was wondering if you could help me?” she said her blue eyes sparkling. “I can’t seem to find this book.” The woman sighed, touching his arm with soft fingertips.
“American History, Volume 8, Call Number AMH 921.2.” Ben read aloud. “Isn’t that a coincidence? I was actually looking for the same book myself. It is right there,” he said pointing to the bottom shelf.
The blond woman followed Ben’s pointing finger. Bending over at the waist, she placed her hands on her knees. Taking two steps sideways she stopped right in front of Ben’s pelvis. As Ben looked down he could see the crease of her firm round buttocks. Withdrawing the book from the shelf, the woman lifted and wiggled her hips rubbing his groin feeling his erection. As she turned around, Ben stood face to face with the stranger.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to bump you,” she said her breasts squished to his chest. Ben, aware of the tight strain in his crotch, did his best to hide his embarrassment as he quickly averted his eyes from her plunging cleavage. He couldn’t help feeling aroused. Taking a few steps back he replied, “Are you checking this book out?”
“I planned to,” she smiled as she purposely stared straight at Ben’s crotch. “And if you only knew what you will be checking out,” she thought to herself. “I have a report that I need to write for Mr. Merrick’s class. It is due this Monday and I have been so busy I forgot about it.”
“Mr. Merrick, I am taking his class as well,” Ben said.
“What is your name?” The woman asked knowing damn well what it was, as she looked straight into Ben’s eyes.
“Hi, I’m Ben,” he said extending his hand.
“Ben…that is a nice name, my name is Petra.”
As their hands parted Ben noticed the soft touch of her fingers as they slid across his palm sending waves of electricity throughout his body.
“You look familiar to me. Have we met before?”
“No, I don’t think so.” Petra smiled, the corners of her mouth curling slightly. “You shouldn’t lie, it isn’t nice,” she silently laughed at herself. She glanced at her watch and then looked back at Ben. “Ben, it was nice to meet you, but I have an errand that I must attend to. Thank you for your help, maybe I will see you around?”
“Sure Petra, maybe I will see you in class.”
As the woman turned, her hip brushed Ben. Ben watched her dress sway and her round buttocks swivel as Petra walked away. Dumbfounded, Ben stood with his mouth slightly open. There was something about the way she smelled, the way her aura reached out to him. She was familiar to him but he couldn’t quite remember. Ben needed relief from the ache in his loins as he turned back towards the shelf seeking a new library book.
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Ben lay on his bed flipping through channels on the television he had brought from home. He stopped when he saw a group of people playing volleyball. One of the girls had long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. As he watched the girl spike the ball over the net, his eyes were riveted to her bouncing boobs. His thoughts turned to the woman he had met in the library earlier in the day. Aroused he thought of her scent and the raw sexuality, which seemed to ooze from every pore of her body. Removing his hard cock from his jeans, he stroked himself thinking of her. The sight of her naked butt through her dress, the feel of her soft round cheeks as they rubbed his aching bulge and the feel of her fleshy mounds as they pressed into his chest.
“2x + 4y= 20”
“X = 2, Y = 4,” Ben wrote as he completed his homework. Closing his Algebra book, he lifted his eyes to the clock radio, 4:30pm.
He stood and stretched his lanky frame. Time to go to the cafeteria and get some dinner he thought. As he closed the door to his room and walked down the hall, the memory of Petra pulled at him again. He smiled and thought how nice it would be to see her at dinner; he doubted however that she would be there.
Ben paid for his food and found a lounge filled with a few overstuffed couches and chairs. He sat and began to eat. Taking a bite of his hamburger, he chewed a couple of times and then placed it back on his plate. As he lifted his head Petra stood before him.
“Mind if I join you?” She smiled as she sat across from him. On a small table beside her chair she set a plate of fruit salad down.
“No not at all,” Ben blushed. “We met in the library earlier, Petra, right?”
“Yes, Ben, did you have a good afternoon?” she smiled seductively.
“Yes,” Ben stammered as he thought about the jerk off session she had played a part in earlier that day. By the look in her eyes, he felt guilty as if somehow she knew he had thought about her while masturbating. “Just get it out of your head,” he thought to himself, “she is your mother’s age.”
“So, Ben, is this your first year in college?” Petra asked with a soft look in her eyes already knowing the answer.
“Yes, I just graduated from high school in June. My mom wanted me to take a break after I graduated, maybe work a part time job. However she met a guy nine months ago and he moved in shortly after they met. He is a nice enough guy, but a bit egotistical. I decided it was time to leave the nest.”
“So, your mom is divorced?”
“No, actually my father died two years ago. My mother went through a phase of depression for a while and was afraid to date. She told me that she felt too old and she possibly couldn’t imagine anyone wanting a middle-aged woman. I was a bit shocked when she started dating again and her new boyfriend moved in. I never thought my mom would live with someone she wasn’t married to. I guess after a while she got lonely.
“Yes, I know how it is Ben; it is tough when you lose someone you love, and you do get lonely. I just turned forty-three and thought that I would be with the same man for the rest of my life. I think that sometimes it is harder for women to be without a mate. When we begin to grow old we get lonely but still have needs Petra said flashing Ben a smile.
“So, if you don’t mind telling me, may I ask what happened to your husband?”
“Oh, he is still around but he found someone new. I guess he wasn’t happy after twenty years of marriage. At first I was hurt then I grew angry. I discovered that he was cheating on me with an accountant who worked in his office. Imagine my surprise when I opened the door to his office and saw his naked butt pumping wildly between a pair of spread legs suspended in the air. I am getting over it but it still hurts at times.
“That must have really hurt you when you caught your husband with another woman? It was tough for me losing my father too.”
Petra laughed to herself and thought, “Must have hurt when I caught my husband with another woman. Yes, she was another woman alright but she wasn’t just any woman, that fucking cunt.”
“Well, I guess I can look on the positive side of things, Ben. I received a nice settlement and the house. It has a pool and a Jacuzzi. My ex-husband is a stockbroker so we were able to live well. I really do not have to worry about money, but I hate sitting around. I thought I would take a few classes until I can figure out what to do with the rest of my life.”
Ben studied her face as she continued speaking.
“At least your mother found someone. Maybe I’ll get lucky and do the same,” she smiled as she brushed a sandal-less foot against the back of Ben’s calf.
Ben looked down at her foot.
“I’m sorry” Petra smiled. “I didn’t mean to kick you.”
“That’s alright; I didn’t realize that my foot was practically on top of yours.”
Petra smiled softly at him again thinking to herself. “We’ll soon see who ends up on top of whom.”
