Message-ID: <5991eli$9711301923@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: sweets1140@aol.com (Sweets1140) Subject: Sweets Stories:Charlie's training Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19971130200500.PAA24696@ladder02.news.aol.com> Charlie was not the first to notice that nine year old girl, but he was the first to give the lessons. When she entered his Variety Store on K Street, she leaned against the glass topped counter and pulled on her long braids while she looked at the candy behind the glass. Charlie liked watching her pull on those braids. It made him press against the back glass which was mirrored in front so the kids could not see him rubbing while he looked at them. He said she had nice braids and asked who did them. She said her grandmother did and made them too tight sometimes. Charlie asked if he could touch one. She laid one on the counter top for him to touch. Reaching up for it, Charlie rubbed that glass a little harder than usual and winced. She asked if he was OK and leaned on tip toes to find out what caused him to wince. But she could not see over the glass top. Charlie grabbed her braid and held onto to it while he eased back down the glass back to a more comfortable position and away from that ridge that caught him on the way up. Charlie smiled at her and said: "take your time looking at the candy, sweets...." He held onto her braid while she moved her eyes then her head to look at the selection of penny candy and big bars of chocolate. He was very gentle and did not jerk her head back when she turned it. She liked his smile even though he seemed old, his pock marked face was nice and she liked the feeling of his holding her braid while he pressed up against the counter as she pressed up against the counter from her side and watched her looking at the candy. When she decided on some caramels, she realized she did not really want to decide so fast because she wanted him to keep holding her braid which kept her chest pressed up against the counter. She said.."no, not those, I want to keep looking..." Charlie smiled and began bobbing his head a little; she noticed his mouth was open and he had a very pointed tongue. As she moved her head from side to side, Charlie's hand on her braid moved up and down slowly and the rythme was so slow that she almost felt sleepy. The front door of the store made a clanging bell sound when it was opened. Charlie dropped her braid and backed away from that counter to ask the man...how can I help you? The man dropped some change for a newspaper on the top of the counter near the front door, looked at her, then at Charlie and left the store. Charlie scooped up the change, put it in the cash register then returned to the back part of the store where the candy counter was. She knew that man because he ran the toy and comic book store up the street. He had bumped into her while she was bent over looking at the comic books then backed up into a seat between two displays that made him seem invisible to those entering the store from the other end. He was rounder and younger than Charlie. His body seemed to be too fat for his clothes. He had been injured in a war and some of his finger tips were missing. She noticed that when he bumped into her because that hand reached past her face to the upright rack in front of her. She had half turned when she felt someone behind her and heard him say..oops...sorry sweetheart! then he reached around here with those scarred short fingers and she bumped into him. He had such a nice friendly smile and she felt sorry about his fingers looking like that so she asked him and he told her how they got that way. She asked whether they hurt and he said....no, but they are very sensitive. Still standing tall beside her he asked if she wanted to touch them and she said..yes. He held out his hand palm down and she looked at the red ridges on the scars where finger tips used to be. Using one finger she touched the scar on his forefinger then looked at his face. His eyes were closed and she was afraid that she had hurt him. As she withdrew her touching finger from the scar area, she said..I am so sorry! I did not mean to hurt you! He opened his eyes, found her touching finger and pulled it toward his scarred finger and said..it does not hurt, sweetheart, it feels good, come on, touch it again. Watching his eyes, she felt a little afraid because his hand gripped her hand and pulled it toward his finger a second time. She backed up a short distance while he was trying to put her finger on his finger. His large hand moved her small hand above his finger as he was saying...really, it does not hurt, sweetheart, I swear...She moved forward a little and let him put her finger on his finger and watched him move her hand so that her finger rubbed the red ridge then she saw him smile down at her and move closer. He did not free her hand but held it tightly while her finger touched his finger. He was very quiet for several minutes or so it seemed to her. Neither spoke while he moved her finger on his finger. He finally spoke and said..see, sweetheart? see how my scar likes what you are doing? You make it all better! He was so close that should could smell his breath and his sweat. His front door had a large cow bell which clanged when it opened to admit Karl, the cobbler from around the corner. He dropped her hand and moved toward the entrance to his store as Karl strode to a magazine section up beyond the reach of children customers. All of sudden she felt fear seeing Karl blocking her way down the narrow aisle to the exit. Karl did not see her as he was looking up at the magazine rack. She slipped behind him and out the door even before he turned and saw her look back at him through the glass in the door. He smiled, then she ran as fast as she could because Karl was mean and she was afraid of him. Every week when she brought her aunts shoes for lifts, she had to descend stairs from the street to Karl's shop. This basement store looked at legs and feet passing by which did not seem unusual to the customers having their shoes fixed, but which made her nervous because no one on the street could see what Karl did when she came into the store. The first time she went in without her aunt, Karl took her claim ticket then asked her to come behind the counter and pick out her aunt's shoes from the racks high over her head. As she reached up she could feel her dress rise up because the bow on the belt in the back moved up. As she turned with the shoes in one hand and pulled down her dress with the other hand, she noticed that Karl was seated at the workbench with his pants unzipped. She did not know if she should pretend not to have seen that because she did not want to embarrass him, but somehow she sensed that he knew they were unzipped because his white underwear seemed to be poking out through the opening. His hand went down to the zipper and he looked at her looking at him...She backed slowly through the opening between his workbench and the side counter and fumbled for the money to pay for the shoes. At the top of the stairs, the door bell jangled and to her great relief, Charlie appeared! Charlie, the nice old guy from the Variety Store said...hello, sweets, what brings you here? Nice sunny day like this you should be out playing not visiting cellars! She told Charlie she was getting her aunt's shoes and then would go rollerskating. Charlie said: when you finish skating, come by my store for a cold drink or something..it is much cooler there since I got the new air conditioning...remember me to your aunt...I knew her when she was little like you. to be continued................... 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