by Jamie Knight
"Oh, nothing…" he says with a little laugh.
We slow our pace as he looks at my storefront and all the signs in the window. "Clearly you have something to say?" I prompt him, trying to keep my emotions in check.
He laughs again and shakes his head. "Ok, I'll tell you. I was just thinking to myself how absurd it is that a place like this should still exist. We are in an age where digital media reigns supreme. Even CDs, MP3 players, are all outdated. What possible use could there be for vinyl records now?"
I struggle to bite my tongue and keep my anger in check, reminding myself that it’s because of this rich snob that I’ll be able to keep the place alive. But internally, I’m seething. Who does he think he is? "You know, just because something is new, or cutting edge, it doesn't always mean it's better. There is a certain beauty in preserving things from the past because it's a part of us and our history. It can hold a lot of memories for certain people," My voice trembles with my barely-contained rage.
He just laughs at my response and keeps trying to prove his point. "That's ridiculous. I bet that I could fit every single track off of every album in that store on a flash drive that would fit in a pocket. And that’s not even factoring in that most people just stream now, so why hang onto a bunch of dust-catching junk?"
His words are my breaking point. I can't do this, nor do I want to anymore. How could I even consider going for a drink with this jackass, let alone giving him my virginity? I guess I'll have to figure out some other way to save my store, but I can’t go through with this. Right now I want to get as far away from this man as possible. I'm so angry and hurt by his words that I might do something I will regret.
I take a step back from him, "You know what? You can keep your fucking money. I'm out!" I spit the words like they’re venomous.
I turn around and start walking back to where the auction is still taking place. I need to see if it's too late to get out of this deal and if they can give him his money back. Not that I really care about what happens to him, so long as I’m off the hook.
I can tell my sudden anger caught him off guard, because he hesitates before catching up with me. "Wait!" He calls out.
He grabs my arm, gentle, but still firm enough to halt me. I stop walking and turn to face him, pulling my arm out of his grasp. "What do you want?" I demand angrily.
He holds his hands up placatingly. "I just wanted to apologize. Seriously, I’m sorry, it was very rude of me to speak like that. You see, I own a tech company, so I'm used to progress. We are always upgrading and updating things, that’s my whole life. I’ve never had much patience for nostalgia because of that. Clearly you seem to have strong feelings about those things, and it was wrong of me to argue and poke fun like that." He apologizes.
I glare at him a few seconds. His apology is certainly sincere but it still doesn't stop me from being irritated with him. If only he knew why those things meant so much to me. I take a deep breath to calm down. Maybe I’d kind of jumped down his throat, too. He’s not wrong, I know someone could probably fit the entire catalog of the store in a microchip smaller than my fingernail these days.
I try to think of what Florian would do in a situation like this. He was such a people person. A lot of times I have wished I could be like him in that way. It would certainly make situations like tonight a whole lot easier. I try to think about this situation logically.
He’s already explained his viewpoint, and I get it. It’s personal for him, too. But maybe there is a way to make him see my world. Suddenly I get an idea. I look at him. "Okay, I will accept your apology. If you let me show you something, and you try to keep an open mind about it?"
He looks at me warily, but curious. "Fair enough.”
"Good. Follow me," I instruct him.
I start walking back towards the record shop. He follows, and we walk in silence. I'm going through all the records in my head, wondering which one I should play for him.
Abruptly I stop outside the store. I dig around in my purse for the keys. As I'm unlocking the door, I can almost feel his shock and I have to hide a smug grin. He wasn't expecting me to be the owner of this place. I turn on the lights and hold the door open for him. "Come on in."
Chapter 10 - Dominic
I'm curious as I follow her back down the strip. My curiosity turns to bewilderment as we stand outside the record store again. She starts to dig in her purse for something. Is she going shopping? Should I inform her that the store is closed?
Suddenly she pulls out a set of keys and unlocks the front door of the shop. My mouth hangs open in shock. I definitely wasn't expecting this. She owns the record shop? You have got to be kidding me.
Well, now I feel like a massive dick and I kind of want to go crawl in a hole and die. I can't believe I just did that. No wonder she was so pissed she was willing to call the whole thing off. I insulted her whole fucking livelihood.
If I had been in the same situation I probably would have felt the exact same way. She probably thinks I'm an insensitive prick now, and I find that that bothers me more than I expected it to. I don’t know why I care so much what she thinks of me, but I’m eager to redeem myself.
"Come on in," She says in an inviting tone.
While I’m not exactly thrilled at the idea of delaying our evening even more, I want to make it up to her. So I smile politely and follow her into the store, locking the door behind us. She walks over and puts her purse down by the register. I look around the shop curiously. It's small, but immaculate and well kept.
She takes a lot of pride in this place, it's evident. It's fixed up in a cutesy, yet charming kind of way. I imagine it doesn't do much business, though. It can’t, right? Not with digital media so easy to come by.
I try not to dwell on that too much. I don't want to bring up our previous argument.
Juliette looks around and there’s something a little wistful in her gaze. But she shakes it off, then walks back over and stands in front of me. "Tell me about your taste in music," she says bluntly.
Something in her voice catches my attention. I turn to look at her and am surprised to see her face lit up with enthusiasm and excitement. So different from earlier. When we were at the auction she seemed bittersweet, almost out of place.
Then later when she was defending her store she seemed so fiery and passionate about everything she was saying and believed in. It's refreshing to meet someone like that. I was right to assume she was different from everyone else at the auction. It goes deeper than just her sense of style.
"Why don't I pick something?" She suggests with a little smile when I don't answer her.
She seemed excited about the prospect, and there’s a brightness to her that's a complete shock, vastly different from earlier tonight. I watch her walk behind the register. She picks up a record and removes it carefully from its slipcover.
I'm stunned that I got to see her smile. It was unexpected, yet beautiful at the same time. All night I had been watching her red lips and daydreaming about where I’d like her to put them.
But the sudden warmth and beauty of her smile has caught me off guard. I'm surprised by how much I liked seeing it. Maybe my emotions are getting the better of me tonight, as well.
She puts the record on and after a few seconds music starts to play. With another little smile she walks back over to me. "Trust me, you'll love this. And you'll be glad I showed it to you," she promises, looking up at me.
Her excitement is palpable. And I did promise her that I would keep an open mind, so I'm doing my best to do that.
We stand there and listen to the music. I'm finding it increasingly difficult to keep doing this, though. I start to get fidgety again. I can't just stand still and listen to music.
I think she notices this, though, because what she does next surprises me. She walks away and pushes one of the display tables out of the way. This opens a large amount of floor space.
I wonder what she has in mind until she
walks forward and grabs my hand. I start to get uncomfortable when I realize she wants to dance. "I'm not much of a dancer," I say hastily.
She grabs my hand and plants it firmly on her waist. She grips the other and guides my feet back and forth.
Soon her head rests on my chest and we’re swaying gently back and forth to the music. Before I know it, I'm lost in the moment and the music. I can't believe I'm actually enjoying this. This is so unlike me.
It’s intimate in a way I’ve never experienced before. For me, intimacy has always directly correlated to sex, but this… it's just nice to be close to her and share in such an emotional and personal moment like this.
All too soon, the song ends, there's a slight pause before the next one starts. Even in the silence, we continue to sway a little. I'm ready to lose myself in the music again as the first notes of the next song play.
But Juliette stiffens suddenly, then breaks away from me. I'm caught off guard. I watch as she races across the room. She hurriedly takes the record off and puts it away, and I can see even from here that her hands are shaking.
The room is filled with a heavy silence now that the music is gone. She won't meet my gaze, and I simply hover in awkward silence and confusion. I thought we were having a nice moment.
I don't think I did anything more to offend her. Could she still be upset about earlier? No, that doesn’t make sense. And then it clicks. It must have something to do with that track.
I don't want to be nosy and pry, but I can't help but be a little concerned. I take a few steps closer to her. I notice her breathing a little heavily as she puts the album away. Now I'm even more worried about her.
“Juliette?” I ask softly, reaching out slowly to rest a hand on her shoulder, “Are you all right?”
Chapter 11 - Juliette
I'm so embarrassed by my reaction. That was more than a little extreme, but I couldn't help myself. I enjoyed the first song and my dance with Dominic. I was really getting into the music, but the next song that started was Florian’s favorite song and I just couldn't handle listening to it. The flood of memories was too much.
My hands are still shaking a little. The whole shop is silent now without the music. I can feel Dominic watching me. I don't know what to say, but I need to explain my reaction, I probably look insane right now. I hear his footsteps as he moves a little closer.
I feel the warmth of a hand on my shoulder. “Juliette? Are you all right?”
I take a breath and turn around to face him. I can't meet his gaze, though. I fidget with some pens by the register. The silence between us grows. Finally, I know I can't stall any longer.
"I'm sorry about that,” I explain softly, “But, uh, that song was my brother’s favorite. He used to play it all the time… before he died."
I fidget with my hair now as I continue talking, wrapping a stray lock around the tip of my finger nervously. "I forgot it was on that album and when I heard it just now, it brought back all the memories I have of him." I explain, fighting to keep my emotions under control.
I feel silly that this whole thing happened and that I have to explain it to Dom. He’s a complete stranger. He wouldn't understand. He probably thinks I'm a basket case or something. To my surprise, however, Dom takes a few more steps closer.
He reaches over and gently slips his hand into mine. I look up at him with wide eyes. The look in his eyes is so gentle and sweet, full of compassion. It touches my heart. "I'm so sorry for your loss. How long has it been since he…?"
He doesn’t have to finish, I know where the sentence is heading. "A year and a half," I reply quietly, not looking away from him.
“I’m so sorry,” he says again softly, “I lost my mom a few years ago, I know how it hurts."
The look on his face is so raw and vulnerable, I'm both touched and shocked that he opened up like that with me.
“Thank you,” I say finally, the only thing I can think to utter.
He squeezes my hand. It’s like he can sense what I'm going through. He clears his throat and looks around. "Well, I think I still need some convincing about how magical these things are,” he says with a smirk, waving his hand around at the albums, “Why don't you put on something that's one of your favorites? I'd love to hear it. It'll give me an idea of your tastes." He suggests.
I smile at him happily, "Ok, if you're sure?" I ask.
He smiles back. "Of course. I’m having fun, believe it or not."
I laugh a little, something I haven't done in a while. "Well, good. I’m glad. In that case, I'll be more than happy to." I reply.
I can feel him watch me as I walk across the store. It only takes me a few seconds to find my favorite album. I walk back over and put it on.
It’s something light and happy. We stand there a few minutes listening. I smile at him again. I find myself enjoying his company right now. It feels as if the mood between us is changing. Something I hadn't expected.
He grabs my hand, hesitantly. Almost like he's asking permission. I move closer to him and his hand is on my waist. We're dancing again, this time our eyes are on each other.
I feel a flutter of unfamiliar feelings inside me. I can't keep the smile from my face. He seems to be enjoying himself too. Something in his eyes takes my breath away.
He leans down for a tender kiss, and I don't fight him. My lips tremble slightly against his. Suddenly I push them, harder, against his. The kiss grows passionate and lasts for several long seconds. I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders. I can't believe the sparks flying behind my eyes. It’s like every magic moment you hear about in the fairytales all rolled into one, so intense that I’m breathless.
I feel tingles all over my body. We stop dancing and stand there with our arms wrapped around each other. The kiss ends and I blush a little. He looks down at me, probably trying to see how I'll react.
I can't believe I'm about to do this. I pull him by the hand. He follows in silence as I lead him behind the curtain into the back room of the store. I turn on the light and push things quickly off of my desk to clear a space for us. He looks in shock at first, then smiles. I turn to face him, he picks me up and gently places me on the desk.
We kiss again, my arms around his shoulders once more. I feel his hand on my thigh, venturing under the hem of my dress. His touch feels so good. I can feel his fingers through the thin material of my panties. My body trembles a little and I feel moisture pooling under his fingers, soaking through my underwear.
He strokes me through my panties for a while until I’m panting and squirming, then pushes them aside. His fingers are hot and rough as they roam my wet folds, and when he brushes the tip of his middle finger over my clit, I cry out and shudder. “Right there,” I blurt out, to my own shock and horror, “Please, keep touching me.”
While the words embarrass me, they seem to spur him on. He smirks at me and starts to move his fingers in circles around the sensitive little bud. Heat builds in my lower abdomen and my breath hitches. “Oh, fuck, yes,” I whimper.
He shifts his hand a little so that his thumb is now the one on my clit and he can drive a finger into me slowly. “So tight,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that makes me shiver.
He moves faster and faster, and that heat coils inside me. It’s so much more intense than anything I’ve ever felt before, and when a climax rips through me, it puts every single one I’ve ever given myself to shame.
He pulls away from the kiss, moving his hand, and unzips his pants, pulling a condom from his pocket. I glance away shyly while he rolls it down the length of his shaft.
I'm so nervous, but at the same time, I want this to happen so bad. I’ve never felt anything like this desire. He wraps his arms around me so I'm holding onto him. I feel the full length of his erection between my thighs and I’m trembling with nerves and excitement.
He reaches under the dress and tugs my panties down my hips, stuffing them into his pocket. Very gently he guides himse
lf into position against me. We lock eyes and he hesitates a few seconds.
Slowly, he pushes inside. The sensation is more strange than painful, a stretching feeling with a little pinch. I bite my lip and he halts. “You ok?”
I nod. “Keep going,” I urge, “Please.”
He obeys, moving forward until he’s sheathed to the hilt inside me. And now, with the initial feelings wearing off, it feels good. Really fucking good. A moan escapes my lips, and he smirks.
Slowly, he starts to move. I wrap my arms and legs around him. My body filled with heat and passion. The more he thrusts, the louder I moan. I never thought it would feel this good.
He’s so big, but so slow and gentle. He fills me up with every thrust, and I don’t want him to ever stop. I moan softly in his ear, "Oh, fuck, yes Dom, more Dom, yes!" Until I can't stand it any longer.
I hold onto him as tight as I can. He deepens his thrusts as my muscles tense around him. I cry out his name as I cum. Limply I curl myself around him. After a few more thrusts, he lets out a hoarse cry and I feel a shudder run through him as he reaches his own orgasm.
He spends a few minutes just cradling me in his arms, while both of us struggle to catch our breath.
Afterwards he pulls himself out of me very slowly and but we remain there. I'm in shock, or a state of euphoria at how amazing that was. I don't even notice that my dress is askew, or that I’ve completely forgotten what happened to my panties.
Dom sits me gently in the chair by my desk and just stares at me. I'm too exhausted, or ecstatic by what just happened to try and guess what he's thinking.
I can’t believe it. I really just gave him my virginity. I never thought it could be this good.
Chapter 12 - Dominic
