“These movies are due back by Thursday, Mr. Stillman,” Melvin stated blandly. He handed the video tapes over the counter to the middle-aged man then turned to help the next customer. As he sorted through the pile of videos to scan, he caught the slightest scent of her perfume. He stopped scanning the videos and looked up to see her. His heart thudded madly and he suddenly found it difficult to breathe.
“Uh, excuse me? Could you hurry it up? We don’t have all freakin’ night, ya know!”
Melvin turned to face the man he was helping. He noted the man’s wife was trying to hush him and saying something about not being rude in front of the children.
“Sorry, sir,” Melvin replied. What he really wanted to do was punch the asshole. He rattled off the price for the videos and placed the money in the register. He handed the videos to the guy’s wife and began to search the store for her.
“Hey Melvin! Your sweetheart slut is around tonight. Why not make your big move?” His co-worker, Todd, was grinning at him.
“Shut up, Todd. God, but you’re such a geek.”
“Yeah? Well, take a look in the mirror, dude. At least I can get laid!”
Melvin turned away from Todd so he wouldn’t be able to see the flush on his cheeks. Melvin knew that the fact he was 18 and still a virgin was a constant source of amusement to the guys he worked with. Hell, it was a constant source of amusement to everyone he knew.
As he searched the store, he knew she would never want a guy like him. Hell, so far no woman wanted a guy like him. Melvin blamed his lack of height and his shyness as a reason girls weren’t interested in him, but deep down he knew he just wasn’t all that attractive. The strange thing was, all the individual parts sounded good. He had thick, brown, curly hair. Problem was, it was unruly, and short of getting it shaved off, he ended up letting his hair do whatever the hell it wanted. His eyes were blue, but they were almost buried into the chubbiness of his baby face. Of course, it didn’t help that he was still battling the acne that had raged across his face since he hit 13. He told everyone he was 5’ 6”, but he knew he was actually two inches shorter. His shyness went to the extreme, however. Whenever he had to talk to a girl, he froze completely unable to utter even the simplest phrases. He had tried to hit on geek girls, but even they didn’t want much to do with him.
“Hello Melvin. How’s a fine stud like you tonight?”
He found himself looking into the most incredible green eyes. Eyes that filled his fantasies each night. He focused on her, as he breathed in the scent of her perfume. Her blond hair was long and slightly tousled, giving her the look of a woman who had just been fucked and gotten out of bed. Her face was round but she avoided the cute label. She was simply beautiful. Her full lips were pressed into a smile that showed her fine white teeth. She was leaning over the counter, with her arms pressed against her body which pressed her full breasts together above the low cut top she was wearing. Melvin felt his face flush and his palms turn sweaty.
“Ah, he-he-hello, Ms. Crawford,” he managed to stammer out. He quickly picked up her selections of videos and began scanning them into the computer. He held his breath as he felt her hand on his arm. He looked down to see her long nails lightly digging into his arm.
“I told you, Melvin. It’s Candi. Please, I’m still much too young for ‘Ms. Crawford,’ now, don’t you think?”
He looked into her green eyes and he knew she was teasing him. Toying with him like a cat plays with a mouse. Only he didn’t mind being the mouse.
“Y-yes, Can-di. And, yeah, ah, you’re right. You are much too young.” He would have kicked himself for that statement, but it was already out of his mouth.
Her giggle filled his ears, and he vowed to remember it for his fantasy that night. As he scanned her videos, he caught short glances at her. She had the body that almost every man fantasized about, even if they never truly admitted it. Her breasts were larger than normal, and even though the guys in the video store swore they were fake, Melvin didn’t care. He could stare at her cleavage for hours if she would let him. Her waist was tiny and the hips that flared out from below her waist begged to be fucked. Her legs were long and slender, and her feet were tiny with the nails always perfectly polished.
When Candi first started coming to the video store, the guys thought she had to be a stripper at the local Gentleman’s Club down the street. But the owner of the video store, who was a regular customer of the club, told the guys that Candi was simply a hostess, serving drinks to drunken customers. Melvin desperately wished he was 21 so that he could spend hours in the club just watching Candi. The owner of the store had said she wore only a bikini at work, and that image was the one he wanked off to most nights.
“You’re very quiet tonight, Melvin. Anything wrong?” Her green eyes teased and taunted him from beneath the thick dark lashes.
“Why, uh, no. No-nothing wrong, Candi. Just kinda thinking to myself, I guess.”