Simone got ready for work with a pep in her step. Even though she was sore and winced every so often, she felt buzzed.
She had finally lost her virginity to a man who loved her! No longer was she a spinster.
Even though the circumstances surrounding their coupling hadn't been what she had hoped it would be or what she had thought it would be, she was still very happy.
Feeling more confident and beautiful than she had in years, Simone painted her lips red once more and strapped on a pair of heels. She didn't care that her feet still ached. She had bought the heels for a reason and she would make a conscious effort to wear them as often as possible.
Same with her makeup. No longer would she go bareface. She would put effort into her appearance and always try to look as beautiful as possible.
She didn't want to disappoint the man who loved her.
He had touched her with desire and she would ensure it stayed that way. Call her desperate, call her pathetic, call her needy, whatever. She knew she was all of those things combined. She had had her heart broken by that jerk Raymond and had been so thoroughly traumatized by it, she believed herself defective.
Unlovable, even.
But now there was hope. One of her former classmates had admitted to secretly admiring her for years and had shown up to take care of her after she'd gotten drunk.
Even massaged her feet and made sweet love to her!
She would be sober and alert the next time they met and she would ask him if he was clean, which she assumed he was. What man would make love to a woman he loved if he was carrying some kind of STD? Simone heard a tiny voice in the back of her mind calling her foolish, but she ignored it.
After going through several different outfits, she finally settled on a cream colored blouse and a pencil skirt. She'd only been wearing black pants and sweaters since she'd started working at the school, but seeing the way the pencil skirt hugged her curves, she felt incredibly attractive.
She looked more like the female teachers now.
She should have always dressed like this to begin with.
Finishing her look with a spray of perfume, Simone was taken back by how good she looked. But more than that, she felt better than she looked.
The stranger had really done her a favor.
Draining a yogurt drink for breakfast, she grabbed her purse and left her apartment with a newfound confidence.
The school she worked at was 15 minutes away on foot and since she had left 30 minutes in advance, she took her time walking. She breathed in the crisp morning air and playfully swinged her hips as if she were on a runway.
Her legs, most especially her heeled feet, looked so attractive donned in black stockings. She posed her legs this way and that, admiring her physique.
She hoped the stranger would like it as much as she did.
Would he come to see her today? Did he know where she worked? If he'd been watching for a while then surely he knew. After all, she kept up the same routine.
Or would he be waiting for her once she returned from work? Would he want to have sex with her again? Simone blushed and giggled at that thought. Her thighs clenched together.
She didn't feel her eyes dry out, nor did she feel the familiar headache. In this moment, she felt like her insomnia was a thing of the past. If she had known fucking would help her sleep better she may have thrown her morals out the window and sought out a man sooner.
Or maybe it was just the stranger. Maybe he had special dick magic and she could only be sated with him. Curious thought.
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Soon enough, she arrived at her place of work. The wooden sign was always the first thing her eyes landed on; Bonifice Elementary School, Kindergarten to Grade 6.
She walked up the front steps in long strides watching her sexy legs once more before opening the double doors. It was very quiet inside and the florescent lights shined on the stone floor.
She could see a traces of moisture on some parts of the floor, indicating the janitors had been active, as she walked to the location of the library.
Her heels made her taller and the sound of them clacking gave her an imposing aura. She smiled once more.
Pressing the door to the library open, she saw one of the teachers chatting with one of the older librarians who had tenure. She was also the one who had trained her when she'd first arrived here for employment.
The older woman saw her first. "Good morning, Simone."
"Good morning, Mrs.Veela. Mr.Erickson." Simone slightly bowed her head in acknowledgement.
"Good morning, Ms.Goyette." Mr.Erickson looked her over. "You are looking very beautiful this morning."
Simone smiled. "Thank you. I managed to get solid hours of REM sleep."
Mrs.Veela's eyes lit up. She knew all about Simone's sleeping problems. She was a very caring and motherly woman. All the kids loved her.
Mr.Erickson excused himself and left the library.
Simone quickly got to work, picking up where she had left off on Friday. She went into the back room and took her seat. They had received an order of 300 new books which needed to be labeled, barcoded, stamped and catalogued into the system before they were placed on the shelves.
As Simone set into her familiar routine, she tried not to think too much about her stranger lest she make errors in her work.
The bell rang and soon enough she could make out the noisy voice of students as the library filled up.
Simone worked at a measured pace, smiling when Mrs.Veela came over and placed a cup of coffee on her table. "Thank you so much."
"You're very welcome."