Lukas and Mary

"Hey Mary!" Lukas greeted.

"Hey Lukas." Nearly popping my elation bubble, the ever cute blonde-haired clerk, Mary, flipped a strand over her shoulder, boobs practically ready to sue gravity for disturbing the peace. She had eyes for Lukas too, and it didn't take a Cheryl Barnes to notice that. The thing is, she was already in a relationship her-self. I've seen him; a pretty cute looking, clean cut curly haired guy too. If she just knew how lucky she was...

Bringing a pair of books over to the counter, Handsome Shaston set them down and bent over to grab a plastic bag from the nearby dispenser. I took this chance to step forward, breathe in, and lightly rub the firm, muscly glute he casually presented me. Once again, he said nothing. Once again, I savored it. Swiftly, I moved my finger to his ass-crack, and of course, Lukas let me, the charmer.

"Did you find it?"

I stifled a groan. Oh great, Mary was talking again.

Lukas, however, seemed to consider her a just dandy person to happily engage in polite conversation with, to my dismay. Eventually he straightened and began putting the books in the bag, completely nonchalant about the random girl currently feeling him up in public. A peculiar tingle went through me. The fact that these two completely normal people were chatting away without a single mention of me, despite one of my hands being literally zero inches away from one of their asscheeks, was taking me on a real trip. A lavish, surreal, totally-not-getting-to-my-head power trip, that was. "Yeah, it was lodged in between 820.71 and 820.7. Had to wriggle it out."

"Oh, I see," the blonde nodded spacily. Obviously she couldn't care less. "By the way, Luke," she continued, this time with seductive conviction in her voice as I moved part of my tender ministrations to Luke's back, and the other to his belt, and then below his belt, and then over and against a very private region of his body that he once again only casually looked back to glance at the person gently groping him before turning back to his gabbing, pretty co-worker as his way of addressing it, "Did you consider my offer, the one from yesterday?"

"That fair, right? The one coming into town this weekend?"

"Yeah. I'm actually going to help in setting it up, since a friend of mine asked me nicely. She's affiliated with one of the catering services they'll be having there."

He nodded, "I could give it a look."

"Really?"

"Sure." He set the bag of books down. "I actually need something to do around 12 - 2 this Saturday. I'm going to be waiting on my cousin's soccer game after I get off of morning shift at the diner, so being in the area for a while helps."

"Oh, great," beamed Mary. "I hope that means you're willing to try out some of the goods I'll be making, mister. Because I will find you, and make you." She winked and prodded him in the chest, playfully, when my brain suddenly fizzled.

"You can't!"

The two looked at me -- like, looked looked -- for the first time. They seemed to be no more than slightly curious about my outburst as Lukas glanced at my hand currently on his dick, and then shifted his brown-eyed gaze back to me. He lightly chimed, that naturally dashing glint in his eye, "Oh, hey Cheryl," recognizing, of course, the sporadic little girl who regular'd here every now and then to ask about a book or some new sale. "Sorry if you don't want me to go. I think it could be a good idea."

As he was about to turn back I grabbed his chin with my non-crotch-rubbing hand, pulled his face towards me, and stuck the extremity into his mouth, flapping my fingers against his tongue. He continued looking at me with that kiss-able, courteous face of his as I mishandled him probably a few folds over the line than even expected for weird people. "No no no no, Lukas," I whined, "you don't understand."

"Dohv uwwerr vwaahh wuh?" His tone was one of complete uncaring lenience towards the way I was sloshing my hand in his mouth, and I smiled, removing it to slide it down his chin, then neck, then chest. I checked to see him simply patiently waiting for my answer. Then, without a word, I slipped my hand underneath his shirt a bit, pressing against his pectoral muscle with a bitten lip.

At this point, Mary casually counted the bills from her register while I squeezed her hot co-worker's dick and caressed his upper torso, apparently having no qualms with the obvious harassment on display here.

Amazing, I mentally reeled in disbelief.

Feeling Lukas's dick hardening under a squeeze or two, I squeezed it again, enjoying the feeling of his cluelessness underneath me. This was intoxicating. Yes. That was the word.

Intoxicating.

But I could also do more.

I breathed in and looked into his eyes. Then I spoke up. "You see, Lukey dukey..." I gave his dick another squeeze through his tightening pants, causing him to finally make a small grunt, which in turn stirred my loins to kingdom come. "You're supposed to be my pet every Saturday, remember?" I pouted. "How am I supposed to walk you half-naked around my block or run some errands or do me... er... a, um, dance number, if you're in some hosh-posh fair thing with her?" My eyes drilled into Lukas's blinking pair implacably. "Isn't that your normal Saturday job after you get off from the diner?"

Suddenly, it was as if a quiet wind was carried into the world. Nobody, however, probably not even the smartest of the smartest of the smartest, blinked or flinched. And then as quickly and blankly as it came, it also went.

Mary looked at me, and shrugged. What she said next made me nearly throw a triumphant fist in the air, and then in my pants, uncurling. "She has a point, you know, Lukas. You probably won't be able to make it to the fair on Saturday unless, well... unless Cheryl wants to bring you. She's your owner for the day after all."

Lukas nodded contemplatively, as if that was the most reasonable line of reasoning someone could have voiced at that particular second. "Yeah, that's right. If Cheryl says no, then it's probably a hard one, sorry."

Filling up with heat from head to toe to mound, I darted my gaze from clerk to clerk. To hear them speaking so nonchalantly about me 'owning' this hottie for a Saturday, to think that the world was one thing one second, and a completely different thing the other, and everyone accepted it -- it was unlike anything else; it was impossibly arousing, and surreal, and yet... and yet... it was also just the beginning,. I gathered myself.

"Hey, Mary." The young woman looked away from her conversation with Lukas to look at me, my hands still massaging his irresistible chest. "By the way, it's... normal for women to offer other other hot men they know or are close to to me, isn't it? With contact info, face-to-face, etc... mostly just for me to do anything I want with them, or get to know 'em, stuff like that, which people might normally view as something convenient. Regardless of, say..." My eyes twinkled with a devilish light. "...how intimate they might be with each other."

Mary finished placing the cash back in the register, then looked at me. "Yeah, Cheryl, of course." She paused as she pulled out her phone, staring forward. "Oh, which reminds me... do you want to hook up with my boyfriend, Eugene? He actually wanted to go on a date with me this Friday night but I'm going to be closing up here that night."

It was like the carpet was just rolled out and showered in gold coins.

Ohfuckohfuckohfuuucck! I began panting; I couldn't help a slight mini-orgasm as my thighs clenched together, then I shot another toothy grin at my new best friend, who simply looked at me and my clearly sexually distraught (but otherwise average, completely normal) self with the casual gaze of a formal, amiable acquaintance. "Oh Mary," I exhaled as I pinched Lukas's nipple, bringing a hiss out of his lips. I glanced at him and met his own complacent gaze, which he presented with the nonchalance of an ordinary, non-handled, same 'ol same 'ol Lukas.

"I think I'd love to..."