Silvie studied the covers of the two modern romances she held, totally oblivious to what else was going on around her in the bookstore. She frowned with indecision, trying to decide which of the books she was going to buy. One of them had the steamiest picture she had seen on a romance novel, with the heroine’s breast thrust up impudently, and the hero’s hand poised at her neckline, ready to expose her succulent flesh. Silvie’s pussy was getting wet just looking at the picture.
However, the other book had a more promising storyline. A young virgin, living on a remote island meets an American surfer while he is on holiday…how could Silvie resist a teaser like that? She felt the telltale tightening in the pit of her belly at the thought of being seduced by a sexy, powerful man, and she released a shaky breath. Decisions, decisions…
“Find anything you like there Silvie?”
Silvie jumped from the unexpected interruption, but even more from the husky tenor of the voice that had whispered the question in her ear. She dropped one of the books as she whirled to face Mr. Jones, her former high school English teacher. Her face flamed.
“Mr. Jones! What a surprise to see you here.” She pasted a bright smile on her face.
The twinkle in his eyes and the smile that flirted with the corners of his mouth told her that he knew she was embarrassed. He knelt to retrieve the book she had dropped, and he couldn’t resist surreptitiously scanning her legs. She was wearing a short skirt that came to mid thigh, and her exposed ankles, calves, knees and lower thighs were curvy perfection. In his mind’s eye, he pictured those legs wrapped around his waist while he plundered her tight pussy…he was getting hard just thinking about it. He forced his thoughts back to the present as he stood up to hand her the book.
Silvie’s blush burned even brighter as Mr. Jones studied the cover of the book she had dropped. It was the book with the erotic picture, and Silvie wanted to melt into the floor. She had had a crush on Mr. Jones all through high school, and even three years later, she still fantasized about him. More often than not, it was him she thought about while she stroked herself to climax in her lonely apartment.
Silvie hadn’t been the only girl in her high school to have a crush on him. Most of the girls in her school had drooled over Mr. Jones, with his tight fitting jeans that lovingly hugged a perfect butt. Every time he turned his back to write on the blackboard, the girls in his class would crane their necks to get a better look. They had nicknamed him Mr. Ass.
Of course, his perfect ass was part of a totally appealing package. At the age of twenty five, he had been the youngest teacher in their school. His body was lean and muscular, and he had the most startling sky blue eyes. His hair was tawny gold and just a bit too long for a proper teacher. The ends curled over the collar of his shirt, and Silvie had often fantasized about running her fingers through those wavy locks at his nape.
Mr. Jones raised an amused brow as he handed the book back to her. His grin was the epitome of sexy. “Interesting read you’ve chosen Silvie. I see I wasn’t able to inspire a burning love of literature in you.”
His tone was clearly teasing, and Silvie found herself returning his smile. He had no idea that he had inspired lots of burning love in her, just not for literature! She looked up at him with a shrug.
“Well, you know, it’s good to be interested in a variety of genres. Shakespeare and Thoreau are fine and good for an afternoon’s entertainment, but they’re not the greatest choices for bedtime companions.”
Mr. Jones considered her statement, his cock twitching at the thought of her needing a bedtime companion. A woman like her shouldn’t have to go to bed with a book. He had been attracted to her since she had been a sophomore in his class, but he had never acted on his inappropriate urges. He hadn’t forgotten her since though, and he had always wondered what had become of his sexiest student.
Seeing her now, at the age of twenty one, he thought she looked sexier than ever. Her dark blonde hair was gathered into a casual knot and held with a clip, and her brown eyes were definitely the bedroom variety. Her full lips by themselves were enough to inspire naughty fantasies, not to mention those perfect, pert breasts filling out her t-shirt…he had to get a grip on his imagination, or he was going to embarrass himself.
“I was just about to grab some lunch. Would you like to join me Silvie?” He found himself holding his breath for her answer.
Silvie’s smile widened as she looked up at him. “I would love to Mr. Jones.”
He laughed with pleasure. “You know, I’m not your teacher anymore. You can call me John if you like.”
Silvie nodded. “Okay John. Lead the way.” Silvie set both novels on the shelf and turned to walk away.
“I thought you were going to buy one of those books,” John said.
“I changed my mind,” Silvie said with a shrug. She didn’t mention that seeing him had provided her with enough bedtime fantasy material to last months. She wouldn’t need a romance novel for a while!
They walked to a nearby Greek café, chatting about the events of the past three years since they had seen each other. They were both a bit surprised to realize that they were completely at ease in each other’s company. Over a lunch of calamari, salad and wine, Silvie told him about her adventures in university, and John asked lots of questions, obviously interested.
“So I only have one more semester to go before I graduate. Then, I will have to find a great job so I can pay off my student loan!”
John raised his wineglass to salute her, and there was a twinkle in his eye. “Ah, here’s to student loans!” They both drank, and he set his glass down. “Don’t worry too much about it. I know from personal experience that you pay it off sooner than you expect. Especially once you get a job as a computer programmer. They make good money.”
“I hope so,” Silvie laughed. “I’m counting on all my hard work to pay off. What about you? Are you still teaching at Gordon High?”
“No, I stopped teaching about two years ago,” John replied. He was distracted as he watched a piece of calamari disappear into her luscious mouth…he suddenly realized she had said something. “Sorry, what was that?”
“I asked what you are doing now,” Silvie repeated, briefly wondering about the dreamy look on his face.
“Well, I’ve had a few books published, and now I’m a full time author.”
“No way! Really?” Silvie’s enthusiasm was flattering.
John laughed and nodded. “Yeah. I really like it, being able to work on my own schedule, no commute, no school board politics to deal with.”
“That is so cool!” Silvie said with a smile. “What kind of books do you write?”
John looked down at his plate. A wicked grin was threatening, but he tried hard to keep a straight face. He was not entirely successful as he met her eye. “I write romance novels.”
Silvie choked on her salad and grabbed her glass of water. It was several moments before her sputtering subsided and she met his amused stare. “You’re joking right?”
“No really, I’m serious. I write under the pen name of Jack Jonson. Maybe you’ve seen some of my books?”
Silvie could only give a weak nod as she reeled from shock. She had not only seen his books, she had every one of them at home beside her bed. He was, in fact, her favorite author, although Silvie had always thought he was a she. Her mind raced, as she realized that all his books had a theme of a strong, sexy man who couldn’t resist the lure of a younger woman. Of course, the characters always ended up having hot, steamy sex. Not surprisingly, her favorite of his books was about a teacher who seduced one of his students…a young, pretty blonde with brown eyes.
Silvie could feel her pussy soaking her panties, and she shifted on her chair. “I can’t believe I’m sitting here having lunch with my favorite author. I’ve read every one of your books.”
John’s cheeks flushed with surprised pleasure. “I’m flattered.”
“How do you come up with your inspiration?” Silvie asked.
She placed another bite of calamari on her tongue, licking her upper lip to remove a bit of the sauce. She noticed that his eyes watched the golden morsel disappear before he responded.
John gave a casual shrug as he answered. “Oh, from different things that I’ve experienced or fantasized about. I think it’s best to write about things you know.”
“That makes sense,” Silvie replied. “Are you working on another novel now? I would love to read an excerpt.”
John laughed. “As a matter of fact, I am. If you’re seriously interested, I’ll give you my number and you can drop by sometime when you have time.”
Oh, she was interested all right! That was the understatement of the year.
“How about today? I’m free for the rest of the day, if you’ve got time to show me your stuff.”
“Alright,” John murmured.
He could feel his pulse beginning to race at the thought of having Silvie in his house. He definitely wanted to show her his stuff, but he wasn’t thinking about his writing. If she only knew how many times he had dreamed about having sex with her, she would be shocked. It was a challenge to stay focused on the conversation as they finished their meal, but he managed.
Stay Tuned for the next chapter when John shows Silvie more than just his studio.
