Moon River

Betsy is sitting upright in the bed you share with her daughter, smoking a post-sex cigarette and looking as content as you've seen her since you first arrived here. It turns out the bored house wife wasn't exaggerating when she said she had a lot of pent up sexual energy just waiting to be released. You have fucked her three times in the past hour or so and there is every indication she'll be ready to go again once she has finished her smoke. Betsy is perhaps even more wild between the sheets than Mary Lou and also knows a few tricks her daughter hasn't learned yet. You assume part of that comes from experience, but she also tells you slightly cryptically she "has a book" that she sometimes enjoys studying and getting herself off to when John isn't around. If this is how you get to spend your time away from the office you'll be sure to take every opportunity you're given to work from home from now on.

"You wanna go again after I finish this? The dishes can stand to stay dirty for a little longer"

Betsy has posed the question while gesturing down at her cigarette. She told you she likes to light one up after evert orgasm she has and yet John, the poor bastard, thinks she quit smoking years ago. Betsy has, quite deliberately you think, allowed the sheets to drop to her waist and expose her bare breasts, presenting you with a beautifully erotic sight to tempt you further.

It's therefore a particularly difficult offer to refuse, but you do have other things on your itinerary for today beyond fucking your hostess. You will have to remain strong willed here.

"This has been wonderful Betsy, and I can't wait to get some more alone time with you, hopefully very soon. But I think I'll head out into town for the afternoon."

"Masterfully done, Chuck. Always leave a girl hungry for more and keep her on her toes. There's just something so arousing about a man with that mindset. With John I know I could have it any time I want it. Perhaps that's why I never do"

You think it best not to respond to that remark and begin to dress. As you do, Betsy climbs out her daughters' bed and starts to remake it, while still fully nude. That involves a lot of bending, which somewhat delays your ability to force yourself to leave, but when she is done you walk over, hold her beautiful bare body tightly against you and kiss her goodbye.

"You stay safe out there, Chuck David" she instructs you with a fond smile and a brush of your cheek before you go "I'll be sure to have an extra delicious dinner waiting for you when you come back to me."

--

"Oh. hello!"

Michelle seems surprised to see you, though not unpleasantly so. You did wonder if visiting her at work just a day after she extended the invitation might make you look a little too keen, but something tells you your relationship with the librarian might be the most important one you have in this town, even if she ends up being the only girl in Greenvale you don't end up sleeping with.

Michelle is, much as she had told you she would be, more or less alone in the place, so you hope your presence will be a welcome distraction - though she appears happy enough with a book in her hand and the radio playing quietly next to her.

!

"How may I help you, sir" she starts in a wholly professional tone "was there any book in or genre in particular that you were looking for today?"

"Er, I actually came to see you" you stumble awkwardly over your words "It's just that, when we spoke yesterday..."

"I know, I was teasing" she breaks into an almost infectious giggle "I'm happy you stopped by. Though I thought you would be at your office now."

"John gave me the day off since I was working late yesterday."

"You've got that man twisted around your little finger haven't you, Chuck? Just like everyone else here it seems" she raises an eyebrow accusingly at you, but only in a jokey way. You hope. "What is it you do for a living exactly?"

"Erm, uh.."

Shit.

"I'm in photography"

"Oh? What kind of photography?"

"Um, nature, I suppose. Natural things"

"Like natural naked women?" she smirks at your surprised and flustered reaction to her having known that already "Your occupation isn't exactly a top secret around these parts, Chuck. The buildings in Greenvale invariably have windows. Folk saw what you were getting up to with Connie and Marie yesterday. I have to hand it to you though, you must be a real smooth talker to have persuaded them into doing that for you. Connie especially."

"Er, well, yeah, I guess.."

"It's fine Chuck, I'm not judging you or them. I just hope you haven't had any ideas about coming in here and pointing that camera of yours at me."

Oh God. Why did she have to go and put that thought into your head? Michelle as a nude librarian centrefold would sexy beyond belief! You can just picture having all kinds of fun with that - her standing in an aisle, oblivious to her own nudity, while looking outraged by a book of erotic art the library has chosen to stock.

Or dancing energetically in the nude to her radio, just behind the 'Quiet Please' sign.

Or maybe wearing nothing but high heels and fishnet tights and squatting on the desk, with her legs spread nice and wide and her fingers hovering over her...

"Chuck?"

"Huh?"

"Are you still with me?"

"Oh yeah, of course!" you snap right back out of your dirty daydream to resume your conversation "and no, I wouldn't dream of asking you to pose for me. And not because I don't think you would make a good model, because I happen to think you would make an excellent one. Not that I've been thinking about you posing nude for me of course, because I haven't. I wouldn't. Oh wait, listen...."

Your verbal diarrhoea is mercifully interrupted by the radio, and a sound you are very familiar with. You turn the volume dial up.

"They're playing your favourite song!"

"What do you mean?" Michelle responds to your outburst with genuine bemusement "I've never even heard this before"

"Sure you have, it's Moon River! It's from Breakfast at Tiffany's which also happens to be your favourite movie, remember?"

"Chuck, that picture hasn't even made it to the Greenvale cinema yet. And anyway, how would you know what my favourite song and movie are?"

"You didn't mention it at the bus stop?"

"No"

Michelle pauses for a moment, looking at the radio as if that might help her listen better. For a moment, she seems completely captivated by the sound.

"So, what do you think?" you ask.

"I think this is the most beautiful thing I've ever heard" she tells you in obvious amazement.

"Come on" you extend your hand and motion her towards you "dance with me"

"Chuck, I'm really not sure that's...."

"Two friends can dance can't they?"

Michelle relents and walks towards you, allowing you to take her in your arms and hold her close as you glide gracefully around the otherwise empty library together. You know now, with certainty, that you have done this before. The venue may have been different, but the song was the same and the girl most certainly was. And this feels better than any of the incredible sex you have had since you arrived in town. In fact, for a moment, everything seems perfect. Exactly how it should be.

And then the choir starts singing and something changes in Michelle. Her body becomes tense and she seems unsettled, tears forming in her eyes.

"I know these words"

"I know you do"

"But how?"

She suddenly pulls away from you with anger in her eyes, maybe even fear.

"How are you doing this, Chuck?"

"Doing what?!"

"Is this how you got all those other girls into bed? And all the guys to be okay with it? By putting things in their heads? Manipulating their minds?"

"No! I don't have the ability to do anything like that even if I wanted to, I swear!" you protest desperately "I'm as confused by all this as you are!"

"Confused?" she smirks bitterly at you as she switches the radio off "Look, Chuck. I'm pretty busy. It's probably best you either find a book to borrow or leave."

"But there's nobody else in here! You said yourself you barely have anything to do in this place"

"Even so...."

You have no choice but to take such a heavy hint.

You leave the library feeling shell shocked, upset and disturbed. There is no longer any doubt in your mind that, whatever it is that's happening to you here, it can't be natural.