Library (open to one)

[cleverdevil76]

OCC: Open to one woman, but I don't want the quick get off. I'm accustomed to yahoo/msn where the flirting is more relaxed and private...either way, I offer no direction. Be you...


During some down time from work, I start coming to the library. At first, I felt odd about it, but I tried not to notice. This library is in a high end neighbourhood, with high end people and high end opinions. I shave me head...I have a goatee pulled to a devilish point. Mischevious blue eyes, and outside of my work clothes, I look like a bit of a thug. So people would look, and I'd smile and say hi, and go get my books.
After a couple days, the looks got less, or I got used to them, but I would go off into a corner table andread with my feet up....Bukowski, Miller,Nin....the only time I'd look up isthe occasion when I'd hear foot steps, in which case the person usually looked at me like they just walked into my apartment while I was naked...very much "oh, exscuse me. I didn't realise"..and I'd try to smile and say "no, here. Pull up a seat" but it would usually be too late. None the less, I was content...

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Accidental Meeting

The library was the last place in the world they’d think of looking for me and that was exactly why I’d taken to slipping in here. It started as a weekly visit, then a couple of times a week, but this week … it seemed like I’d been here almost every day. This had become a welcome refuge ... that was until today.

Isn’t it typical? Just when you think you’ve found somewhere you can get a bit of peace, you get sprung!?
It wasn’t as though she was looking for me. I’m sure it hadn’t even crossed Mrs Meyer’s mind that I might be skulking around in here, but any minute now …

I had no choice, no choice if I wanted to avoid being accosted by one of mother’s closest friends. I couldn’t stand yet another endless gush of enthusiastic babble. I’d never been down past the reference section before. Heavy tomes weren’t really my thing, but neither would they be Mrs Meyer’s.

I really thought I’d gotten away with it, until she turned around and seemed to look straight at me.
I dodged into an alcove and pressed by back against the edge of the shelving as if expecting to be caught at any minute.
Tentatively, I peeked back around the end of the shelf trying to check out if the coast was clear.

I hadn’t even realised someone else was there until I heard a deep voice behind me.

I jumped a mile then turned around to see a man seated at a table.

”Sorry … I … didn’t … “

Even as I felt my cheeks flush crimson, the words died.
He must think I was some kind of idiot!
And the fact he looked somewhat ... intimidating ... didn't help either!

This was crazy! Talk about the situation getting out of hand!
No wonder he was staring somewhat incredulously.
What must he think of a woman who spent her time ducking behind shelves and skulking around like some demented detective?

Belatedly, I realised my face had broken into an amused grin.
Momentarily I panicked hoping that the guy didn’t think I was laughing at him.
But he seemed friendly enough and before the brain actually engaged I found myself saying;

” … mind if I hide out here a while? It’s a long story, but … there’s someone I’m trying to avoid … “

I laughed.

So far that much at least was obvious!


OOC:

5 ft 5, dark hair, jaw-line length, dark brown eyes, slender, yet curvy figure.
Age – seems to be early 20s.
Wearing smart expensive jeans, white blouse beneath black suede jacket.
Radiates an aura of style and expense ... which contrasts greatly with her currently bizarre behaviour!

 

[cleverdevil76]

I could see her inching her way back. I knew that her mind was on other things. Like the others, she’d get a start when she saw me, but for a moment, I just watched the tight little bottom backing up, backing, backing…..there we go. A blusher. My, how I do like seeing girls blush.
I smile and try to look harmless as the girl tries to spatter words out…’don’t run’ I want to see and smile instead.

” … mind if I hide out here a while? It’s a long story, but … there’s someone I’m trying to avoid … “


“please do” I say and push out the chair next to me with my foot. As she walks over, she looks around and walks hunched, as if waiting for a helicopter. As the girl softly plants her bottom in the chair, I turn down my book and sit back, crossing my arms over my chest and stroking my goatee into a point, as I tend to do when I’m thinking about something, or feel engaged. I don’t do this for very long, because I’m still thinking about the nervous factor, so I lean forward with my elbows on the table, leaning into the border of her personal space.
Her eyes look beautiful, young, and intelligent. When they meet mine, they hold my look and I smile naturally, thinking ‘I like you already”…I take her hand in mine, moving slowly, taking all of the soft fingers and pumping “hi, I’m Jerry” I whisper.


OCC:Shaved head, deep blue eyes, goatee, 5'9, 190lbs
wearing a sky blue button down Columbia shirt with a dark blue hoody draping out the collar, black cargo pants
30yrs old

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

“please do”

I watch as he pushes the chair out and walk over almost regretting my impulse, but having disturbed him, I can’t really change my mind. I try not to look too wary as I sit down opposite him and hope he might just go back to burying his head in the book.
No such luck.

His look is direct, to say the least. Not that polite fleeting look you generally get when you meet someone … or … perhaps that’s just the people I get to know … ?

I let my eyes run over him almost as openly as the way he’s looking at me. He’s what my mother would call “solid” and what dad would call …
I pull my eyes away thinking it might be fair enough for him to check out the girl who disturbed him, but I sure didn’t want to add insult to injury by staring at him.

It took me by surprise when he leant forward.
Suddenly that little alcove seemed very … compact … especially when I took my hand, belatedly realising that he was shaking my hand and introducing himself, an act I hadn’t really expected.

“hi, I’m Jerry”

The almost clandestine whisper brings a smile to my face.
My hand grips his and returns the handshake.

”Hi Jerry … I’m Jennifer … Jennie … “

Despite first impressions, his eyes are warm and good natured.

”I’m sorry I disturbed your reading … “

I gaze curiously trying to discern titles and authors as I slip my hand free from his.

”I don’t usually make such a nuisance of myself … “

I catch his gaze and grin.

” … well … maybe I do … just not in libraries … “

I surprise myself by joking with him, finding I’m feeling more at ease and realising that I’d momentarily forgotten all about Mrs Meyer.

 

[cleverdevil76]

“I’m Jennifer” I move my lips to say her name, just to have her in my mouth for a moment, then she corrects herself, and I wait, watching her lips moving. Choosing between the eyes and the lips can sometimes be difficult, but I try to take turns watching her..

“I’m sorry I disturbed your reading … I don’t usually make such a nuisance of myself, well … maybe I do … just not in libraries”

I smile as she talks, inviting her to go on. Enjoying her mock discomfort, and the fact that I can see it shedding somewhat as she talks. “that’s very alright, Jennie. Now, if you were a 250lb guy with hair coming out of his nose, I might be dismissive. But I wouldn’t want you to think that I’m biased towards pretty girls.” I look around and lower my head close to hers “is this a safe enough hiding spot? Who we hiding from?”

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

“… that’s very alright, Jennie.”

I smile as he says my name. For a big guy his voice and manner seem … gentle … somehow …

” … Now, if you were a 250lb guy with hair coming out of his nose, I might be dismissive.”

I laugh at the description, but wonder if he realises how “different” his appearance is from the guys I usually spend time with …

”… But I wouldn’t want you to think that I’m biased towards pretty girls.”

I try not to blush at the compliment, but it passes so smoothly, that I assume that it was just a throwaway comment.

“… is this a safe enough hiding spot? Who we hiding from?”


I grin as he goes all conspiratorial again.

”Seems to have worked… “

I glance over my shoulder sure that the coast is clear now, but not wanting to leave immediately.

” … just a nosy neighbour … at the moment though …. “

I bite back the rest of the sentence not wanting to bore him with the details of my hectic and repetitive schedule.

” … let’s just say … I like the peace and quiet of the library … “

I sigh then eye him in return.

”How about you? You studying or .. hiding out yourself?”

I try not to look too curious or let him realise that he doesn’t seem the “library type” to me.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

I'm assuming this thread is now dead?

If anyone would like to play something like this with me at any time, please feel free to PM.

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