Free Lessons for Laura by Mia Savage

 
    Lessons for Laura
    Copyright © 2012 by Mia Savage.
     
    Edited by Sharazade for 1001 Nights Press. Cover design by DJ
Rogers.
     

     
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    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands,
media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are
used fictitiously.
     
    Adult Content Warning
     
    This story contains sexually explicit acts involving
consenting adults. It is not intended for minors under the age of eighteen.
    Lessons for Laura
     
    ~~~1~~~
     
    The antiquated bookstore I’d inherited from my grandfather was
quiet—too quiet. The echoes of my childhood adventures and discoveries faded
into the dusty shelves behind the empty register. Sitting at his desk petting
the old gray cat had become my routine between 10:00 and 6:00, six days a week,
with much of that time spent wondering why I was holding on to the place at all.
    For me or him?
    She walked in from nowhere that early fall afternoon. The
sound of her boots echoed on the wood floor. Up and down each aisle they tapped
a steady pace, and my subconscious fell in with their cadence.
    Suddenly it was quiet and I looked up. There she stood with
a stack of heavy hardbound books that made a thud as she dropped them down on
the counter between us.
    “I’ve been looking for these everywhere. You have a
wonderful and rare collection.”
    My mind tried to comprehend the words as my body swarmed
with feelings long abandoned.
    “Thank you,” was all I was able to say.
    I knew the moment I looked into her dark penetrating eyes
and tantalizing smile, she would consume me. And I was ready to be consumed.
     
    Lesson One
     
    The sound of the old brass bell over the door and those
boots across the floor caused my heart to flutter. The jeans and light leather
jacket suited her strong, well-built saunter.
    “Good evening, Laura.” Her tone and presence were, as ever,
confident and assertive. She kissed me on the cheek.
    There had to be much more to her than what I’d discovered
over the past few weeks. We shared a passion for good books, good food, and
mind-blowing sex. Somehow I still felt there was more. Some place deeper than
she had allowed me to go yet. Deeper than she was ready to reveal.
    “Are you ready?” Her hand nudged me forward to the stairway
leading up to my apartment over the bookstore.
    “Are we in a hurry?” I circled around her playfully. “I have
to lock up.”
    “I already have.” She took my elbow in her firm hand and
placed me back on the path in front of her, and then placed it in the small of
my back to guide me.
    The door closed soundly behind us. She turned me toward her
and then pulled me in close for an almost hungry kiss. Scanning her strong
face, I noticed her eyes were darker than usual, and there was a mischievous
feel to her touch.
    “Are we going out tonight?”
    “No; I have something else in mind.”
    Staying in was good. I hadn’t seen her for several days, and
I was so hot for her.
    “I’ll order takeout. Would you like a drink?” I backed
slowly away from the intense stare that devoured me. Her eyes had a way of
pulling me in and allowing her an access I was normally very protective of.
    As I turned, she pulled me back, almost roughly. I stumbled
for balance while she held me to another deep passionate kiss. My eyes closed while
my body surrendered to her much more quickly than I had intended.
    She slowly released each button of my tailored cotton blouse
and pushed it off my shoulders while she engulfed any resistance in the kiss. The
blouse and my bra dropped to the floor together. Her hot hands floated just
above my skin, and the fine hairs raised to greet them. My skirt was on the
floor at my