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Just A Tiny Spark
Date: 8/12/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: LushStories, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com
Hemingway was way overrated and Stephen King just not our kind of thing. We had a giggling fit when we realized that we both had played Tom Sawyer painting his aunt’s fence in grammar school, and we spent hours reciting stanzas from Old English poetry and swooning over the flowery words. Every time I watched her deal with the other students in her open, friendly and self-assured way, I caught my heartbeat speed up. I came to a suspicion, but one I struggled with a lot, and one I didn’t dare to put into words, not even to myself - until, that is, that fateful Sunday afternoon. * * * * The library was closed on Sundays and everyone was out and about on sunny November weekends to catch the last real rays of sun in the year, so I had no place of retreat on campus. Mirella, one of my new classmates, had told me about this lovely bookshop/cafe combo called ‘The Olde Bookhouse’ hidden in a side street downtown, and it was the perfect time to explore it. Erin and Jen had what had to be half of the Informatics year assembled in our dorm, watching IT Crowd, shouting and laughing loud enough that you couldn’t hear your own words. The cafe was lovely. Everything was made from dark, reddish, gleaming cherry wood. The chairs were comfy and had thick cushions, and every edge was smoothed. Boards filled with books ran around all four walls, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of Italian coffee and freshly baked cheesecake. I sat down in a chair in the corner and ordered, of course, ...