The Boy Lover

A college student is chosen to be her boy toy of the year by the supervisor at his part-time job.

An excerpt:

"You live in a hotel?" he asked as they entered the lobby of the sprawling building.

"Yes, but it's what's called a residential hotel. Most of the people live here more or less permanently, so it's more like an apartment. But it's an apartment with room service, laundry service, and a bar, a pharmacy, a gift shop, and a beauty parlor, all on the first floor."

The elevator took them to the seventh floor, which was the top floor. Laura's apartment was right next to the elevator.

"Sit," she ordered, gesturing toward the couch. "I'll mix our drinks."

They were in a combined living-dining room. The walls were decorated with modern art in bright colors. He thought maybe Miro and Klee, and similar artists, drawing on his sparse knowledge.

Laura handed him a glass of brown liquid and sat beside him.

"Bet you've never had a stinger," she said.


"It's pretty potent, so don't chug-a-lug it."

"I wasn't planning to." He took a small sip, then a larger sip. "Mmmm, that's pretty good."

"I'm glad you like it. I love brandy drinks."

"It looked like straight whiskey to me but it has kind of a minty taste."

"It's cognac with white crème de menthe."

After a large sip, he said, "It makes me feel very warm."

"Mmm-hmm. And that, combined with the oysters..."

What did she mean? He couldn't decipher her smile.

Finally, she said, "You have no idea why I brought you here, do you?"

"Ummm, well, to have an after-dinner drink."

"I want to go to bed with you."

After a moment, Laura added, "I want you to stay here tonight. In fact, I'd like you to spend the weekend with me. Can you do that?"

"I...I don't know.I mean. I don't have any clothes."

She laughed. "Rather silly to think about clothes at a time like this. But, seriously, don't worry about clothes. Are you free for the weekend?"


"And I hope you find me attractive?"

"Oh yes."

"Good, then it's settled. Let's finish our drinks and take a shower."

As he drank more of his stinger, Art realized that his hand was shaking. He was being thrust into a role that he didn't know how to play; he didn't know what to do next. He would just have to follow Laura's lead.

She finished her drink and stood. "Have you ever undressed a woman? Or girl?"

He shook his head.

"Time you learned. Come." She led him into the bathroom, turned, and pointed to the top button on her blouse. "Start here," she said.

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