Seen Between
by delicious
More adventures of Sonya and Chris

Loving the people who love books, Tanya thought. A bibliophilephile? She
had seen Chris' smile. Was that supposed to mean something? Not knowing
what the smile or anything else meant, she smiled back as was her wont. 

Here they both were, she realized, in the store on a day it was not normally
open for business. But Chris had come in to do extra work without expecting
to be paid. This confused her too, especially considering that Chris had
always seemed to be one of those hard and unfeeling engineer types. That he
was much smaller than her was scarcely the point... although she thought
about that again. These strong and masculine types made her feel ineffectual,
yet strangely excited inside. Would that such a man would be able to fulfill
her darkest fantasies: the decisive voice, the strength and chiseled shape of
muscular shoulders and square jaw.

She never felt that way here in her workplace, so she dismissed the
possibility as crazy or more confusion. She turned away, and sat down at the
desk to work, dismissing Chris from her attention, or at least so it appeared.
She looked down at her most recent acquisitions, some of which she had
dropped, when Chris had surprised her by being in the store. These books
were scattered on the floor, including one that had landed in such a way that
its inner pages were being damaged. She bent down to pick the injured book
up, then looked to where she had last seen Chris, because she wanted to show
him this damaged book.

But he was not there.

"Chris? Are you still here?" She did not want to let her disappointment show.
For a moment there she had felt an unexpected bond. There were two types of
men in the world: the ones she desired and the ones willing to go with her,
and surely the two groups were mutually exclusive. No man she desired
would want to talk to her, in fact, she figured that being unreachable was part
of the fantasy.

But Chris was not gone, after all. "Hi" he said, popping his head around the
corner. "I thought I should leave you alone, because you probably don't want
me bothering you...but is it alright if I hang around? I have a lot to learn, and
I prefer to make my mistakes when there are no customers around to see".
And he vanished without listening for an answer. Concealing her feelings,
Sonya returned to her work. 

A few moments later, she heard Chris' voice. "Do we have any books on
.....Religion and oc-occult practices"? He said the latter in a strangely wooden
way, as if by rote.

""Yes we do...." something rang a bell for Sonya, but she couldn't place it
right away. See the sign there that says "Religion and occult practices"? And
she added to herself....exactly the way you said it, too. Was he READING the
words off the sign?

"Thanks" he said in a somewhat lifeless voice. Why, she wondered, does he
sound so sad? A minute ago he sounded inspired, ready to take on the world,
but now, sad. She sank back into the world of her invoices, at least for a
minute, until again Chris spoke. "Uh, do we have any.... books concerning
werewolves and vampires?"

Another funny thought. "Yes", she replied, "and the book is called
'werewolves and vampires'...In the occult section."

After a pause, Chris said "can you show me where?"

Walking around to where Chris was waiting, Sonya smiled her reassuring
smile. Was she trying to reassure him or herself, she suddenly wondered,
with a start. The book was deep in the corner of the religion and occult
practices shelf, which Chris had asked about before. 

"So, Chris", she asked, gathering courage from his meek body language. His
head was down, as if he were embarrassed, and no longer the square jawed
macho man. "Do you have a special interest in the occult?" She approached,
but he did not answer. "Or" she continued, filling the air and the space with
her helpful conversation, "have you read books on the subject?"

But he just stood there, unable to meet her eyes. She was now filling the aisle
as effectively as a cork in a bottleneck. His face was in darkness, as the light
in the store was obscured by her body's width spanning the entire narrow
space. She brushed books on both sides, then turned sideways, which was the
only way she could get to the occult shelf. Looking up, she began spanning
through the titles in the category. She heard Chris breathing, and realized that
she was perhaps touching him. It was hard to tell, because he was so much
shorter, and she was looking up. 

One of the things Sonya had done early on in her ownership was to secure the
bookshelves. The first time she knocked one over was also the last time: such
a waste of books! And indeed, what a sense of discomfort it had given her.
She had brought in her uncle, a cabinet maker, who secured every shelf as
solidly as rock. It was with this assumption that she now, as always, moved
in the store: that she could bump into the shelves and they would be firm.
This had made her perhaps a little bit rougher in her movements than she was
in other parts of her life. While she was careful of where she stepped or sat,
from bad experiences with weak chairs and floors, these wonderful shelves
were another matter. She loved the sensation of bumping her soft thighs into
their masculine straightness, that firm and unyielding logic that defied her
femininity.

She pushed her glasses back on her head, because up close she could actually
read without them. She tippy-toed up to the shelf, balancing carefully on the
step ladder which added another 10 inches to her height, while looking up up
up, teetering, balancing on that little step-ladder. As usual she leaned into the
shelf for balance. Her arms reached up, while her chest pressed into the shelf.
Ah, but she felt so good right now. She couldn't place it, but she was feeling
exceptionally good here in the store alone with......

As Sonya brought the book down from the shelf where she had reached
above Chris' head she realized that he was right in front of her, and that she
had been concentrating solely on the book.

Oh my, but this suddenly made her blush, because she was not feeling her
own softness against the hard shelves, but his body as well. It was very nice.
Her breasts had surely brushed him. Oh my, but yes, she thought,
remembering where he was to her when she was not on a step-ladder
adding another 10" to her height. His mouth normally comes to my throat,
she remembered, and her throat was again very dry, as she imagined being
kissed by someone she could not see, but could feel, a strong male, with a
strong jaw and broad straight shoulders. But 10" lower, and that mouth
was....She remembered the sound of his breath as she had leaned into the
shelf. His mouth must have been at her breastbone, or even in the soft
expanse of her stomach, or perhaps her breasts had pressed him.

How could I forget he was there, she wondered? Or was I forgetting on...on
purpose, and not REALLY forgetting? He sighed a deep sigh as she pulled
the book down. Or was it because she had been pressing him? He stood eye
to throat with her once more, and said simply "yes this is the book!"

Not a word about anything else. How nice of him, how convenient. Sonya
was grateful there wouldn't be any embarrassment, or a scene.

But before she moved, he said "I'm very impressed with how well you know
your stock, and the contents of all these books. You're so knowledgeable.
Could you show me some more?"

"Like... what do you mean?" Sonya answered, feeling suddenly younger and
more innocent than she had felt in a long time.

"Well, for example...." and Chris began naming titles, and concentrated in all
innocence on the names of the books, making no mention of anything else.
Sonya ascended once more. This time she felt hands pressing her breasts
together, and heard him ask her about the contents of a book, between slurpy
kisses of her stomach flesh. "tell me who wrote the preface, and ....what year
it was published." He continued asking, while taking her stomach and pulling
its vastness to his face.

More questions and more questions, while he pulled her off balance, pressing
her weight into the books, and into him. Each question was more contrived
than the next. "What's the name of the hero of this book?...and the heroine?
And.....[slurp slurp] tell me who has the biggest part?"

His questions became more and more suggestive, yet still they were speaking
only of the books, and behaving as if they were only boss and employee, not
two lovers enjoying one another. "Tell me.... when he comes to his
conclusion, is his logic crushing? Is the book soft or hard?" 

She had never felt this way. She was empowered as never before, wild,
rampant, undeniable in her certainty of her needs. She continued to grab
books and read them, and lean into Chris and the shelf. but she was pumping
her pelvis into him, she was rotating her stomach around his face, she was
grabbing his hair and trying to press his head deep into her stomach, while
still talking about the books. She didn't care about a thing. Dancing, writhing
on that little step-ladder, she lost any sense of anything but her long-denied
needs. When had she ever felt this way?

But what's this? The step-ladder decides  that the charade should end, and
truth should prevail instead. For example, a step-ladder cannot indefinitely
hold a woman of this size while she dances and writhes. Perhaps the
step-ladder shared Chris' passion, having spent its entire existence being
joyfully bent, pressed and twisted under her immensity; perhaps it was
simply a matter of the laws of science re-asserting themselves. One moment
Chris was looking up into the maelstrom of gyrating gut flesh, breasts
bouncing and slapping him, and those demanding hands that held him close;
the next, the ladder gave way, dropping her from the sky like a planetoid.
She fell like an elevator dropping on a broken cable. Had she at that moment
been directly above him she would have squished him completely; as it was,
her position to the side meant that she descended until constricted by
narrowness. All the air in his lungs whooshed out instantly, as she occupied
all available space, a very feminine panzer division invading a library, but
instead of guns, she attacked with her belly.  Truth must prevail in this
moment, because of the inescapable facts: they were stuck stuck stuck.
She had rarely found it easy to fit into this corner of the store (surely that's
why Chris had selected occult, she realized belatedly): but now, she was
jammed into this space, face to face with a man. They couldn't move. He
could barely breathe, while she was extremely embarrassed. Her mouth was
at his eye level, while his mouth was down at her throat. He saw her swallow,
noisily. Was she feeling uncomfortable, and had the sudden drop injured her
somehow? 

"A-are you ok-k-kay" he stammered, looking at her mouth, and wanting
nothing more than to be able to kiss her. So close, and yet she was still a
stranger. "Are you hurt?"

"I was going to ask you the same thing" she answered. "I'm so embarrassed."
But she was unable to get away from him, and he continued to be close as a
lover to this woman who was still a stranger.

"Maybe," he began... "maybe this is meant to be."

"Wh-what? I don't understand" she stammered, distraught that her breath was
going into his face. "Does my breath smell bad? I...I'm shocked...are you
ok?"

"Wait" he continued. "I was trying to say something, and please don't change
the subject". He tried to move his arms, but they were pinned to his chest by
her stomach. He tried to pat her, while saying "there there". Her eyes bulged
at the touch for a moment, but he continued "that's what I mean: it was meant
to be"....

His excitement scared her, and she shifted, momentarily sliding lower, which
pressed him much much tighter. He was again breathless, but started to
laugh. "I really like the smell of your breath, ok?" He continued laughing,
perhaps a bit hysterical because he couldn't catch his breath. "Let's make
a deal, ok? I breathe in when you breathe out, ok?"

"Why?" At this moment Sonya was beginning to feel very uncooperative, and
pouted.

"Why? Because I can't catch my breath!" and he continued to laugh.

"Well why's that so funny? I don't see the humour in it!" In spite of herself,
however, she smiled indulgently, because she trusted him instinctively. How
could she not trust him? She had never been so close to someone, and he
HAD helped her to some of the most pleasurable experiences......she blushed
again remembering. She thrashed for a moment, which actually gave Chris a
little more air than her last movement had. Noticing his expression, she asked
"is that better?"

"Oh yes.... although-- and this is what I was laughing at, maybe it's NOT!"
and he resumed the laughter.

"Wait..... what do you want, then. I don't get it." In spite of herself, she was
now taking her space--how could she help it?-- but no longer apologizing for
doing so. She felt very happy here with this man, although she was still
confused.

"When I said it was meant to be, I was referring to an old proverb: be careful
what you wish for, because you might get it".

In spite of herself, Sonya was getting intrigued by this entire line of
reasoning. "But what did you wish for, and why wouldn't you want to get it?"

Chris smiled, thinking of how innocent she was. "I wished to be squeezed
into this space with you! I wanted to feel you on me, pressing." He said this
fervently, while looking up at her, and saw that she was listening
breathlessly. "I like the fact that this time we see each other clearly, face
to face. While it may have been an accident, I want you to know that I like it
here. Can't you tell!?"

"So....I didn't believe you were really asleep in the chair. Were you hoping I
would sit there? I could have injured you!"

"But you didn't.... No I didn't do it on purpose, or have plans of any kind; I
just got lucky, that's all. Just like I am right now, jammed into this space with
you." and with that he began kissing her neck softly, while tickling her
tummy with his fingers, and pressing his pelvis forward against her. She
moaned, and gyrated slowly, rotating her pelvis into him. He gasped at her
powerful but soft pressure. She wriggled in response, and suddenly she was
free, sliding away from him.

"Aw, why'd you do that?" he asked, truly sad. The sudden absence of her
warm body made him feel colder than he had felt in a long time. He looked
into her eyes sadly. "I miss you already....why did you pull away?"

She smiled, and said simply "I just wanted to know that"-- she emphasized
the pronoun VERY clearly-- "I, not both of us necessarily, but, I can get free
if I need to." And with that, she sidled back into the narrow space, delighting
in the sensation. "Oh dear" she said in mock concern...."YOU seem to be
stuck. How will you ever get free? Do you think you can get out?"

Chris pulled and pushed. Whatever he tried, she blanketed him against the
shelf behind him. "But I don't want to get away" he replied. "I want to learn
more about your store and the books..."
"Well I have another step-ladder if you want me to find some more books,
although"--she continued dangerously "it's soooo weak and soooo rickety I
think it might break."