Joe paused in the vestibule of the convenience store as he prepared to enter through the noisy automatic doors and into a world which seemed all too boring and familiar. He took a brief moment to study his reflection in the glass, distorted by a thin coat of dust and grime which made him feel even more hideous than he already knew he was. A long sigh of frustration escaped his throat as he fidgeted with his oily, matted hair and adjusted his thick-lensed glasses which always left a bright red stripe across the bridge of his nose when he removed them. It was a routine which the 18-year-old high school student had played out again and again over the years, and it never seemed to ravage his self-esteem any less.
The bullying which he went through at school didn't help. Even his weekends echoed with the raspy-voiced remarks made by the gorgeous and long-legged cheerleaders whose clean white sneakers squeaked past him down the marble hallways every day between classes. He would often stand and watch them pass, waiting to catch a glimpse of their plump bottoms peering from beneath their skirts, hugged by their tight and lacy panties, as they bounced rhythmically with each stride. Even Joe's moments of solitude were punctuated by the screams and jeers of the large football players who enjoyed squeezing his thin, noodle-like arms and thrusting him about, mocking his high-pitched voice and tussling his dirty blond hair.
Last night had perhaps been the worst of all. It was one of those rare occasions when Joe had actually been invited to a party in the neighborhood. He knew that the invitation had been made with the intention of the other students using him as the night's laughing stock, yet something had compelled him to go. Time and time again he returned home from backyards on warm summer nights, smelling of woodsmoke and cigarette ash, yet every time, remaining an unwanted and untouched outcast with an increasingly low opinion of himself.
Joe knew why he really went to the parties. It was never in an attempt to "fit in", because he shared virtually no interests with his peers. It wasn't for insightful conversations either; in fact, the stories told around the glowing bonfires were often the most shallow he had heard. There was very little for Joe to contribute. It was, in fact, a matter of what Joe wanted for himself. The truth was that despite his continued virginity, the young man possessed a level of lust which topped that of nearly every teen in his district.
The lust had burned within him for as long as he remembered, and despite all of the frustration it could cause him at times, he had no intention of stopping it. There was nothing he loved more than to sit in class, staring at the rows of tender, firm butts, encased in tight denim, moist with a mysterious sweat. His mouth would flood with salty saliva as he caught a whiff of sweet perfume drifting in the breeze left by a passing female. He admired their clothing, and how tight and different it looked from the clothing which he wore. Every woman excited him, and though he knew that he didn't excite any of them, it didn't stop him from having fun with his fantasies. He wanted to stroke their smooth, tiny bellies which poked out from above their waste lines. He longed to squeeze their jiggly love handles, pulling them close and feeling their warmth, nibbling seductively on their fragile necks. There was such a sense of physical desire, yet at the core of it all, Joe wanted to feel loved; to lay beside someone special in the early hours of morning, whispering secrets in a large, soft bed and exchanging longing glances. It seemed impossible, but he never stopped dreaming. Every night, his eyes would close and he would drift off to sleep with a grin on his face, his sheets stained with a spot of freshly-squirted, warm cum. Some day, he would think to himself. Some day.
Last night, Joe had struck up a conversation with one of the cheerleaders. She had seemed unusually nice compared to the others, and asked lots of questions about Joe, his family, and his interests. He found this to be somewhat unusual, but did not let it fool him. He humored her, answering each question and asking questions of his own, as he watched the football captain move in on her throughout the course of the party. Even after bringing her a cup of punch, hanging up her coat, and trying as best as possible to be a gentleman, it was clear that Joe would not be getting any action tonight. Within an hour, Rachel had spotted Jason, rushed over to give him a hug, and then playfully climbed into his lap, laughing.
At that moment, Jason had seemed like the luckiest person alive. Rachel had the most perfect figure in the entire school, and he could only dream of what it must feel like to have each of her warm, squishy thighs wrapped around a single thigh of his own... to feel her full weight, playfully bouncing on his erection as she giggled... to recline in the old lawn chair as she did the same, pressing her warm back into his chest so he could feel her breathing, seemingly in perfect harmony with his. He couldn't help but stare. After several minutes, hand in hand, Rachel and Jason had gotten up and gone inside, heading upstairs.
Joe couldn't help but follow them, trailing far enough behind so as not to be noticed. He then waited outside of the locked door, listening to the grunts, groans and delighted squeals emanating from within, mixed with the creaking of metal mattress springs. Within just a minute or two, his self-control subsiding, he unzipped his trousers and released his massive, engorged penis, gently stroking his hand up and down the pumping shaft, quickly exploding into orgasm as his eyes clenched shut in a confusing mix of pain and pleasure. A sizable load of cum, like a sexual tear drop of sorts, splashed upon the brown shag carpeting. He would once again be going home a virgin, yet he had once again gotten a taunting look at what his fantasies would be like had they ever come true. Leaving the party and heading home through the stillness of another lonely night, he left a small imprint of tears on his pillow.
By now, Joe was standing in the center of the convenience store, searching through his pockets to find his shopping list. Taking it out and smoothing out the crumpled paper, he began to move from isle to isle, filling the plastic red basket with various items. From the back corner of the store, the strong smell of photo-processing equipment punctuated the air. Joe glanced up to admire how colorful and clean the photo-processing area was. Filled with portraits of happy couples and playful children, it looked inviting and well-kept. It was at that moment when he saw her.
She emerged from the darkroom, standing directly in the center of the doorway. She was a short girl with a round, pale face and large, dark eyes which shimmered like small pools of innocence. He curly locks of black hair spilled down her back like a cascading waterfall. Her small, round breasts were clearly secured by a tight sports bra, and peaked out from the collar of her white polo shirt. Her legs were perfectly framed by a skin-tight pair of light blue denim capri pants, cuffed just below the knees. She stood with one wrist hanging limply in the air, and Joe could see her alluring black nail polish glistening beneath the bright lights. He longed for her. He wanted her more than any other woman he had ever seen, and he could barely control himself. He stood there, trembling with emotion and lust, wondering what to do.
At that moment, the woman glanced up and her gaze met his. The tension quickly subsided when Joe was greeted by a warm and friendly smile.
"Hello", a soft voice sang out. "May I help you?"
"Umm, umm, just getting a few things today" Joe stammered.
The lady threw back her head and let out a delightful laugh.
"OK, mister," she replied. "I can ring everything up in the front of the store. Just follow me."
