1. Just A Tiny Spark


    Date: 8/12/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: LushStories, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com

    waitress was also there, armed with a big cloth and dabbing at the spilt beverage. “I’m sorry,” I gasped, “I…” “Hey, no harm done,” she placated me. “It happens. Should I bring you a fresh one? Probably another cake too?” The coffee had spilt onto the plate, so the cake and cream looked like two dirty icebergs in a brownish sea. “Uhm…” I glanced towards Mrs. Henderson’s place, but with a knot in my stomach, I noticed that she was gone. Both her purse and jacket were gone too, so she hadn’t gone to the restroom. “No, thanks,” I finally told the waitress. My hands still trembled. “I’ll just pay.” “But you didn’t even touch any of it,” she protested softly. “You’ve got to try the cheesecake! It’s incredible!” The way her eyes glowed, I was pretty sure that this wasn’t just a sales pitch. “Next time,” I promised, handing her a ten dollar bill. “Keep the change.” “But that’s too much!” “Not if you count the mess I made,” I told her with a nervous chuckle and gestured to the sticky moisture on the table. Then I glimpsed something white across the room from the corner of my eyes. “The woman who sat there, Mrs. Henderson, she left her book. Is she here often?” The waitress - her nameplate read Alice - shrugged. “I don’t work that often, but I can’t say I’ve seen her before.” “Is it okay if I take her book to give it back to her? She works at the college, so I can drop it at her workplace.” “But of course. If she comes back and asks, who can I tell her has it?” “Molly. Molly ...
    Miller.” I could see her jaw muscles work for a second as she bit down a probably not-really-funny comment, but she thankfully kept it to herself. “I’ll be on my way then,” I declared, slipping into my jacket, picking up my bag and heading over to the table Mrs. Henderson had occupied. The book title, even though it reeked of cheesy romance, was somehow intriguing: ‘Cupid’s a Girl’ The young woman - strike that, the girl my age - on the front page winked coyly at me, softly biting down on her index finger, and I was pretty sure that the nighty she was wearing and of which I could only see the shoulder part was completely see-through. I stowed it in my back and waved goodbye to Alice. On my walk back, it was getting almost impossibly hard not to think about the elephant in the room, but I somehow managed to steer my thoughts towards academic topics. I had a test coming up and needed to do a comparative analysis of Jane Eyre and Wide Sargossa Sea, and at this moment, I was grateful for that. I came home to a thankfully silent dorm room. A hastily scribbled post-it announced that they had all moved their party to a club in town, and after I had collected the empty pizza boxes and chips bags in a larger garbage bag, I plopped down on my bed, suddenly feeling strangely exhausted. I almost took a nap - but only almost, because I suddenly remembered Mrs. Henderson’s book and my curiosity peaked. The first ten pages were the usual setup - successful business woman moves to another town, ...
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