Crossing Boundaries (Cape Falls) (5 page)
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Authors: Sam Crescent
“Shit, I’m sorry,” he said and was instantly by her side picking up the books.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m used to the quiet,” she told him and took the books from his hands. She placed them on the shelf, gave him a smile and checked the cart. Fiction books were next.
“I’m sorry I disturbed you,” she told him.
“You didn’t disturb me,” he assured her.
Laura frowned and glanced around. Seeing Peter by himself was strange. The guy had people practically attached to his side.
“Why are you in the library?” she asked. She was more than intrigued by his presence in a building full of books and not being near naked girls. She’d heard about his regular trips to a titty bar outside of Cape Falls.
He blushed and started to stutter. Laura smiled and placed a hand on his arm. “Don’t worry about it. Your secret is safe with me.” She pushed her trolley around the tables.
“Why?” She heard him ask.
“Why what?” she inquired.
Peter rose and stood in front of her. “Why will you keep my secret?”
Laura frowned at him. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not a tattletale. For whatever reason you need to come to the library, it's not my place to cause trouble.” She made a move to pass him.
He stopped her with his hand on the trolley.
“Seriously, Peter, your macho man bullshit is starting to piss me off,” she said.
“Thank you,” he replied.
She never expected to hear those words out of his mouth.
“You’re welcome,” she said.
The rest of the day went by uneventful. Customers came to drop off books or collect reserved books. Laura grew accustomed to all the processes and found her job easier with every passing second. At closing time she stood with the head librarian as she locked the doors.
“See you tomorrow,” Laura told the woman and walked to the supermarket. Laura had come up with an idea. She’d cook Dean dinner. She thought he worked too hard and for once she wanted to give him something that hadn’t come out of a box. When making his drink she’d found all the packages for the ready meals.
She grabbed some peppers, chillies, onions and garlic from the fresh food section. Fresh herbs were growing in his garden and she’d seen coriander among the herbs. Next she went to the spice aisle. She placed cumin, paprika and cayenne pepper in the basket. Minced beef was followed by canned tomatoes and kidney beans. With her shopping completed, she paid for her goods and left the store.
She saw Peter standing against the railing outside the store.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hi,” he replied and threw away the cigarette he was smoking.
“You know those can kill you,” she said.
“Probably. I don’t smoke all the time. I wanted to ask you something,” he told her.
“I’m all ears,” she replied, then checked the time and waited for him to talk.
“I’m failing history,” he lied. “That’s why I’m at the library. Mr. Green said he’d give me this summer to catch up and I’ll take a test when college reopens.”
“That explains why you’re at the library. What part are you failing?” she asked, curiosity getting the better of her. She’d taken history as a step back in time. The past and learning about history always intrigued her.
“Everything. I’m not doing well at all,” he admitted.
Laura stared up at sky. “Do you want me to help you? While you’re at the library I can give you the best kind of books to help teach you and get you up to speed.” she suggested. She didn’t look forward to helping him, but she couldn’t ignore a cry for help, even if the cry for help came in the form of Peter Miller.
“That would be great,” he said with a smile. “I could kiss you.”
Laura took a step back. “Let's keep the skin-to-skin contact at a minimum.”
Peter nodded and she saw the disappointment on his face. She did not want to go there.
“Can I drive you home?” he asked.
“Nope. I’m not going home, but thank you for the offer. I’ll see you at the library tomorrow.”
“Aren’t you working at the diner anymore?” he asked.
Laura shook her head, waved good-bye and began the walk to Dean’s house. The night air was warm, fresh and delightful. Forty minutes later she knocked on his door.
Dean answered dressed in jeans and nothing else. Laura paused. His large, half naked body exposed for her to see. Considering he was a writer, he looked like he pushed weights for a living. She wouldn’t even get her hand around those arms.
“Laura, what are you doing here?” he asked.
“I brought some ingredients and while you work, I’m going to cook dinner. Don’t you worry, I’ve already told my parents that I’m going to be late and they said not to worry.” She lifted her bag of goodies.
“Why not?” Dean agreed and opened the door wider.
She stepped over the threshold and ignored the tingle low in her stomach when her arm brushed against his. She wore a small, plain white blouse and black skirt that fell past the knee -- the proper protocol for working at the library.
“You look like a stern teacher,” he mocked.
“They're my work clothes for the library job. What do you think?” she asked. She placed the bag on the floor and gave a twirl. The skirt cut in at the waist and smoothed over the curve of her hips. All of her was on display. She felt fat and too exposed for her liking. She thought her ass looked like two melons were rolling around under it. She personally preferred baggy clothes with plenty of space to hide her body.
“You look stunning,” he whispered.
Laura snorted, making a horrible sound. “Yeah, right," she replied sarcastically.
"You go and work and I’ll cook us dinner. And don’t argue. I know you need to get this mystery book finished." She shooed him into the study, then took on the mission in his kitchen. A cast iron pot found, she began her quest to chop, grate and cook.
* * * *
Dean sat behind his computer desk. His dick was hard. Laura did not look like a young woman in that outfit. The baggy clothes she normally wore hid most of her body from view and he could imagine her as nothing more than a young girl trying to act all grown up. And her ass—
holy shit
. Her ass looked so gorgeous, all round and full. When she'd turned away from him he’d been tempted to reach out and grab a handful.
He placed a hand over his throbbing cock and moaned. The sounds from the kitchen were teasing him to abandon all good thoughts, to seek her out and force her to put out the fire she’d created in him. Never before had he acted like this with a woman. His wife had been passionate, but when he saw Carla dressed she hadn’t brought about a raging hard on.
He ran his fingers through his hair and grabbed a shirt to put on. There was no way he could have dinner with this stiffy straining his jeans. He moved to the kitchen.
Oh, sweet lord, have mercy.
She was bent over and looking in the fridge, her ass sticking up into the air. From this angle alone he was given the perfect view of stockings at the top of her thighs. When did young women start wearing stockings? He had to get out of here.
“I’m just going for a quick shower. I’ve done my writing for today,” he called, facing the stairs as opposed to the delectable delights in the kitchen.
“Okay. Take your time,” she said.
I plan to.
Dean walked up the stairs and went straight to his room. He closed and locked the door before going straight to his ensuite bathroom, although there was no need to the lock the door. He saw his reflection in the full-length mirror in the corner. For most of his life he’d always had a mirror in the bathroom. He stripped out of his clothes in quick time. The ache easing in his groin the moment his jeans were around his ankles.
The reflection in the mirror showed that the time he spent on the weights in his home gym was taking effect. His arm muscles were larger and their definition was strongly outlined along his body. He thought he looked more powerful than he’d ever been throughout his forty years. His hands went to his chest and then moved down his body, over the hard planes of his stomach and to his large, protruding shaft. His tip leaked pre-cum and he ran his fingers through the sticky liquid. It had been a while since he’d masturbated or had any sexual thoughts to make him want to.
He watched himself in the mirror as he played with his balls. He ran his hands up and down his shaft. The pleasurable sensation almost brought him to his knees. He pictured Laura with her ass on display. In his mind he rid her body of the skirt and imagined her in only her stockings. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t bring up the image of her pussy or her slit. Instead, he watched his reflection as he fucked his hand, the head disappearing and reappearing through his fist, the image of Laura in her stockings reappearing in his mind.
He noticed the sweat now shining on his skin and he began playing with his buttocks as he continued pumping his dick. He felt himself so close to the edge. His cum leaked out of the tip, shiny and glossy in the light. He pictured Laura knelling in front of him, her hands tied behind her back and her mouth open, ready to receive him. Mixed feelings suddenly overcame him, one of intense arousal and the other of sheer protectiveness.
He gave himself a few more strokes and his seed shot out of the tip, landing on the laminate floor and the bottom part of the mirror. His breaths came in heavy pants. When he calmed down he turned the water on for the shower. He quickly cleaned his seed from the walls and mirror and stepped under the water for a quick shower to rid the sweat and the day’s grime from his body.
The scents wafting up through the house made him realize how hungry he was. Once he’d wiped the bathroom down, he dressed in another pair of jeans and shirt before walking down the stairs.
“Something smells good,” he said as he walked in.
Laura stood at the counter and piled a helping of boiled rice on a plate followed by the , home-made chilli. The woman was after his heart.
“I found some cheese in the fridge. No sour cream though,” she told him.
He didn’t mind. He liked his food spicy.
Laura walked over to the table and handed him a plate. She took the seat next to him and at the same time they both dived into their meal.
The explosion of flavour set him off. The chilli was cooked to perfection and wonderful.
“This didn’t take long,” he said.
She gave him a funny look.
“What?”
“You were gone over an hour,” she told him.
“Really?”
Laura giggled and went back to eating.
He admired her for several minutes. Dean loved to watch a woman eat. She wasn’t self-conscious and she enjoyed her food.
“This tastes really good,” he complimented.
“I’m pleased you like it.”
They ate in silence, but in a companionable silence. Dean enjoyed every single second. The food didn’t need conversation. He enjoyed being at the table and eating home-cooked food.
When they were finished, Laura washed up and handed him a cup of coffee. He didn’t have the heart to stop her from being at home and he could become used to the way she looked working in the kitchen.
“How’s the writing going?” she asked.
“Slowly,” he replied, looking at her over the edge of his cup.
“Will you ever tell me your pen name?” she asked.
He smiled. He wasn’t sure if she’d be able to handle some of his work.
“In time,” he answered.
“You’re very cryptic,” she said.
“You’ll know when I need you to know,” he replied.
She washed the last of the dishes and put them away before sitting with him at the table.
“How’s your writing?” he asked.
“Slow.”
He threw his head back and laughed.
“I was thinking we could go to the stream at the bottom of your garden, passed the line of trees,” she said.
Dean took a sip of his coffee and asked, “Why would you want to go there?”
“I think it’s a brilliant place to think. It might open your mind to many more possibilities.”
He thought about the stream where he’d first caught her on his property. The spot did have a calming quality he’d enjoy.
“All right. How about next week? I’ve got a few things to get done, but that would be the best time for me," he said.
Chapter Seven
Dear Diary,
Today I’ll be going to the stream with Dean. He doesn’t know how beautiful it can be. I loved the way he laughed the night I made him chilli and I want to hear more of his laughter. He needs to see the beauty in life and any chance I’m given for finding out his pen name is a plus. The fact that he won’t tell me is driving me crazy. I want to know all about his writing career and everything about him. Wish me luck with finding out more.
