Relax and go for it

You relaxed and decided to immerse yourself in this passionate atmosphere. Fran won't mind this, you convinced yourself.

The book dropped to the floor the moment you pulled Grace's head closer for a kiss. She giggled before your lips met and your tongues intertwined. She tasted like cherry and there was a special aroma emanating from her that made you want to devour her, literally.

Your other hand reached for her waist, but Grace had already made her way down to unzip your pants. She caressed your balls with her soft fingers, then traced along the hardened shaft, and reached the sensitive tip. The sudden sensation was so intense that you lost yourself for a moment and bit her lower lip.

"Ouch... I like it..." Grace broke the kiss with an intoxicated smile on her face, and a drop of blood trickling down the corner of her mouth.

You weren't going to say sorry because you weren't sorry. You didn't give Grace a chance to calm down as you licked that drop of blood and savored its fresh sweetness. It reminded you of that juicy, raw steak last night. You couldn't wait to take a bite.

Grace leaned towards you, slightly bent her knees while you were lost in the deliciousness, and enveloped your erection with her cleavage. When her warm, soft breasts began to rub against your manhood back and forth, you threw your head backwards and moaned aloud.

"I never thought I would love this, but... I do... You'll love it, too..." Grace panted with a smile and pushed her breasts from both sides to squeeze your manhood harder. The friction of her cleavage was sending waves of heat through your shaft. You could feel her heartbeat, rapid and wild, matching the rhythm of your own.

"Yes... Yes... More... " You growled lowly and reached down, grabbing her shoulders to guide her in your own pace. Your fingers dug into the smooth skin on her back. You never knew your nails were this sharp, but she didn't seem to care.

As you went faster, you felt a flood of heat growing inside you, accumulating in your lower part. The pressure coiled tighter with each thrust, with her breasts pressing harder against your throbbing length. The cherry flavor of her arousal, emitting from her breaths and moans, clouded the remains of your senses. You could feel nothing but the pleasure twisting your body.

One last thrust and you reached your climax with a guttural roar. You body convulsed intensely as you unloaded into Grace's cleavage and shot some of the thick liquid on her face. Your vision blurred as you were crashed over by the aftermath of the unmatched pleasure. Grace looked up at you through her half-lidded eyes and gave you a satisfied smirk while licking your juice around her mouth.

"I think you would want a round 2..." She stood up and whispered, with her voice thick with desire. You were still recovering from the intoxicated sensation, and she has already taken off her underwear and shown you her moist arena for round 2.

It was almost at the exact moment when she was about to guide your still erected member through the lips, that the bell above the front door rang again. Someone came in.

"Grace? You here?" A male voice came from the main hall.

"Yes! A minute!" Grace quickly backed away, wiped the remaining juice off her chest, and put her clothes back on. "We should continue this another time... James..." She whispered in your ear before she ran out.

All of a sudden, you seemed to have snapped out of the trance you were in before. You gasped in horror as you watched your manhood slowly go limp. How could I have done this? I could barely control myself and I just breast-fucked a girl I've known for only an hour!

The talking voices outside were getting louder and clearer. You didn't have much time to think about this. You zipped up your pants, picked up the book you dropped on the floor, and tried to stay as calm as possible, pretending that nothing had happened.

"Hello! I'm George, the owner of the shop and Grace's brother." A man with dark hair, dressed in blue, came to the shelves and greeted you kindly, reaching out his hand. You could tell from the wrinkles on his forehead and around his eyes that he was much older than Grace, probably in his 40s. "James, is it? Nice to meet you. We don't have many customers, especially not a newcomer."

"Yeah, nice to meet you, too." You shook hands with him with an awkward smile on your face. You didn't want to imagine what this man would've done if he had found out what you have just done with his sister.

"So, you're looking for folklore and history, right? Not many young people like to learn about the past these days. What is it?" He took a glance at the book you were holding in your hand, "‘Tales of the Wolves'. The founding of this town. I've read it for 4 times."

"Do you believe the story?" You asked.

"Nah... It's a good story. Some of it might be real, but wolves are ferocious animals, not some super sentient or humanized beings." George laughed while shaking his head, "Still, the town's people seem to hold onto this legend tightly. Almost everyone loves wolves."

"You're not from here?" You frowned at his statement.

"Not exactly. I settled in this town around 10 years ago. Let's just say that the local legend hasn't grown on me yet." George smiled gently, "So, are you going to borrow the book? You can return it whenever you want. It's not like anyone else would like to read it."

"I was just going to ask. Thanks."

"Hey, would you like to have dinner with us tonight? My wife would definitely like to meet you, and my sister speaks highly of you." George leaned against the shelf with his arms open. "I'm good at cooking beef and fish. You're gonna love it."

Grace... The image of her cleavage, sticky with your release, flashed in your mind. You swallowed hard to hide your embarrassment.

"I'm not sure. I came to the town with a friend. I don't know if she wants to come or if she has other arrangements for me." You replied uncertainly.

"It's okay. We're living just upstairs." George smiled casually and gave you his card, "Here. You can call me if you decide to come."

"Thank you."

"Alright, I should stop bothering you now. Enjoy your reading." George waved his hand and walked away.

You were all alone again between these fragile shelves and old books. You stared at the card in your hand, with George's name and phone number scrawled in a messy yet friendly handwriting. A mix of guilt and lingering arousal from your encounter with Grace churned in your stomach. A part of you wanted to get the hell out of this place immediately, while the other part just expected that round 2 to start right now.

Luckily the former part of you won the fight, and you took this single book to the counter. Grace was nowhere to be seen, and George was sitting there quietly. He scribbled your name and the date in the ledger for your borrowing and gave you the same warm smile before you left.

As you pushed open the door, the bell above it rang once more. The sharp, clear sound seemed to have brought you back to the real world after a wild dream in the book shop. You didn't even dare to mention it to Fran.

You met Fran, wearing her same old blue dress, at the Orchid Garden restaurant on time. However, you were absent-minded throughout the whole lunch. Fran asked you 2 or 3 times what happened, and you just answered one bit at a time. Not the sex part, of course. She looked at you worriedly afterwards. She knew something else had happened, but she didn't ask further.

When you finished your lunch and were about to leave, you received a phone call from an unknown number. You paused for a second, but picked it up anyway.

"Hello?"

"Hello... Is this Mr. James Wilson?" A young girl's voice came through.

"Yes. Who is this?" You haven't heard of this voice before.

Ah, Mr. Wilson. I'm Sherry, uh... Sherry Smith. We have... sort of met in my father's mansion..." Her voice was a little shaky, like she was scared.

"Smith... Oh, yeah, I remember you." The young redhead girl who was peeking at me behind the door? She's Leonard's younger daughter? You knew only a little about her, and you didn't expect a call from her at all. You were curious.

"I overheard you talking to my father about werewolves or something. I have something to tell you about it... Can you meet me at the cafe on Maple Street at 3 this afternoon?"

This afternoon, huh? The clinic was about to open this afternoon, and you wanted to get the rabies vaccine as soon as possible. If you were going to meet Sherry, you would have to postpone your vaccination to tomorrow morning.