In the Stacks Ch. 02

Penny flushed as another memory took her head, about how once Newman had given her a good dressing down in the middle of class about something she should have read and didn't. She went straight back to her dorm room, and ended up frigging herself madly. She had forgotten all about that.

So was that the beginning then? The beginning of all this need to be controlled? Of her lesbianism? She remembered once, in a bar, another woman hitting on her, and she simply refused. It's not that she found it so disgusting, like her friends did, it's just that at that time, she wasn't interested.

Now, it seemed she was.

She fingered herself once more, feeling the fluid from her pussy from before. Softly, she wiped it up with her fingers, and licked at it again. She smelled her fingers, and found it to be a powerful, intoxicating smell.

Okay, she figured, maybe this is what she was trying to run away from in Seattle. It's not that college was very hard, and really, she could have probably gotten some more student loans, or a grant, or borrowed money from her parents and siblings. She just felt something inside needed to distance herself from them. Something deep, something powerful. She was fighting something, on a primal level.

Sighing to herself, and not wanting to rub her clit until it was raw, she hugged her stuffed bear, Monty and held him for a while, staring at the ceiling.

Only when her thoughts turned back to Marilyn did she realize that she was falling in love with the old woman, or had a serious crush on her. For all she knew, Marilyn had no such feelings for her, and that she was, at best, a sympathy fuck. A way for a dirty old woman to diddle a young girl. This prospect actually excited her even more, and she flushed with the possibility of more debauchery that Marilyn might do to her.

She sat Monty up properly on a pillow, left the futon unmade and padded naked to her small shower cubicle. She ran hot water out of the pipes and peed on herself in the shower, something she had been doing since she was very little that she found disgusting, and a turn on all at once. She realized she was a walking mixed bag of emotions and feelings.

The hot shower finally distracted her, and she put her shoulder length crimson hair under the spray, lathering, washing, and conditioning. Down below, she touched up her pubic hair with a razor, hating it since puberty. One day, she thought, when she was a rich author, she would have someone laser it all off, but until, she was a slave to shaving.

After toweling off, she decided a quick braid was in order, and French braided her hair quickly without looking at it in the mirror. She knew that it made her look young enough to be carded, and thought it just might turn Marilyn on even more.

She put on another pair of thong underwear, for she didn't have any other kind, and a short, plaid, pleated skirt. For a kick, she put on her white push-up bra and a white button-up short-sleeved shirt, with the buttons low enough for some cleavage.

Penny didn't generally wear makeup, but today, some lip-gloss was in order, she thought.

As she preened in the mirror, she noticed the dark purple hickie that Marilyn had laid on her last night. It was impossible to disguise it for anything that it was, and Penny could care less. In a way, it made her Marilyn's property, her possession, her girl.

That thought made Penny flush, to be Marilyn's girl.

She walked out of the bathroom, and poured herself a healthy bowl of peanut butter captain crunch and doused the whole thing in chocolate milk. Now this was breakfast!

Once on her sugar buzz, she fired up the laptop, and read her email. A small electronic publisher wanted to publish one of her stories of romantic erotica and was offering her a flat fee of one-hundred dollars for it. She danced with glee; the money could not come at a better time with rent due next week.

Marilyn would be so proud of her, as she had proofread and offered her some pointers on this particular story. She would be happy for her, and hopefully as excited as she was.

After she answered the rest of her email, she perused some more adult story sites, and happily posted her good news to two email lists she was on; knowing her compatriots on the list would be equally pleased for her.

It was quarter to ten when she finished all of her postings, and updated her two blogs with the good news. She printed out the email and tucked it into her backpack, along with a few books to trade, and headed out to Marilyn's bookstore.

Marilyn looked up at seeing the shadow across her glass door front. She had composed herself and was attempting to avoid making the day a total loss by working on one of her stories. She had gotten back into the scene easily enough, with the hard-core top beating the hell out of the larger women for some minor infraction. It was going along smoothly and when Penny's bright, shining face popped through the door, it was all Marilyn could do not to put her over her knee for a kick.

"Hey Marilyn," she said with a beaming smile. The dark bruise of the hickie she inflicted on her stood out like a beacon on her cream-colored skin.

"Hello Penny," she replied, with a soft touch of coolness. She had resolved to break it off with Penny now and today, and continue begging forgiveness to Thomas for the rest of her days. Yes, that was the plan.

"I've got some great news!" She said excitedly, and proffered the email.

Marilyn scanned it, and could not be more proud.

"Congratulations," Marilyn said, knowing now, she could not break it off. She wouldn't take away from Penny's day. Just would not do it. Couldn't do it to her.

Penny wrapped her arms around her like a child, tearfully, so pleased that she had pleased her, and Marilyn felt something well inside her. It wasn't the pride of Penny's publishing, it was something else, something deeper, more powerful than that. She struggled to put her finger on it.

Penny kissed her tearfully on the cheek exclaiming, "I owe it all to you, really, I do."

"I did nothing a few good English classes couldn't have taken care of." Marilyn said, playing it down.

Marilyn felt Penny's perky beasts press into her, and, felt a slight arousal. She smelled the clean scent of Penny's young hair and then had no choice but to pull her close, pull her tight.

Softly, the contrast of young, perky lips and older, mature lips met, and both of them realized the charge, the power that was between them. The kiss was brief, powerful and broken when Penny caught the movement of someone coming toward the bookstore.

Marilyn was thankful for Penny's foresight, especially when Howard came ambling through the door.

He looked at Penny standing in the cashier's area, very close to Marilyn, closer than he ever got.

His lips pulled back into a sneer and took the scene in, reading it for what it was, instantly.

"So that's it, huh? You just want a taste of the young action, is that it, Marilyn? Want a little tongue with the girl here. Well I know how it is. You fucking cunts just go have your fun. You just wait, bitch, they're be hell to pay."

He turned on a foot and then spat back at them, "and Marilyn, give my best to Thomas."

The door jingled as he left.

Penny's eyes were large, and filled with curiosity.

"Who, who's Thomas?" She asked, her lower lip trembling, stuttering a touch.

Marilyn licked her lips and opened her mouth to speak.

The phone rang.

Penny was closest and without even thinking picked it up. "Orchards Paperbacks, this is Penny."

The gruff, low voice on the phone was full of curiosity.

"Marilyn Marshall, please."

"Who may I say is calling?" Penny inquired.

"This is her son, William," The voice growled.

What little color Penny had in her face drained away. She handed the phone to Marilyn and said, "It's your son, William."