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Penny was very petite with a firm, athletic body. She had smaller boobs. She had been a lacrosse player in high school, and her body was tight. The first time I saw her, I was attracted to her. Her shoulder-length hair was wavy and curly, giving her a slightly unkempt look. She had beautiful, big eyes and nice, full, pouty lips. She had a girl-next-door look going on, which I found especially attractive because of what I wanted to do to her. I loved the sweet and innocent look and just wanted to break her and make her my object, my possession, and my submissive slave.
I walked up to the Library counter and said, "Hi."
She looked up and asked, Can I help you?" With a smile.
"I would love for you to help me," I said.
"Ok," she said with a chuckle, "what do you want?"
"That is the right question. Can we start with your name?" I asked.
"I'm Penny," again with that sweet and oh-so-innocent smile.
"I'm Giovani, but everyone calls me Gio."
"OK. Gio, I'm working, but it's nice to meet you."
Penny turned and walked over to the card drawer, and I just stood there watching her move and taking her in from head to toe. She looked back, and I locked eyes with her.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" She asked with a smile.
I paused before responding and just let her watch me scan her beautiful body.
"I think you are incredible. Do you want to know what I want?"
"OK, what do you want?"
"I want you to meet me at the Keg House Friday night, and I want you to bring me a beer and sit with me and tell me every inch of your life story."
"I have a boyfriend, sorry."
"You know you are quite captivating, don't you?"
Penny smiled at me, "I've never been told exactly that before, no," turning to her card files, still smiling.
"Well, I'd love to talk to you more. I hope to see you on Friday." And I left before she could see me leave.
Friday night came, and I went to the bar. There were a bunch of people I knew and a bunch of girls who sat at the picnic table I was sitting at and were talking with me. I kept an eye open, and then she appeared. She was talking with a lot of people. At one point, I thought it was a lost cause because it had been 2 hours, and she never even acknowledged me.
Then I heard, "You disappeared on me." As Penny sat opposite me.
"I thought you were going to buy me a beer," I said, smirking at her.
"Ahh, aren't you supposed to be buying me a beer?" She said, grinning at me.
"So you're a traditionalist? Not a quote-unquote modern woman?"
"Hmm," Depends," With a smile.
"Don't you feel our society has encouraged women to keep their guard up and wear masks instead of being comfortable in their feminine core, you know, your essence?"
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