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💕The Drugstore💕

By Frank Weber

Copyright ©2024


His week was finally over. It was a week straight out of hell.


His boss rode him so hard that in a rage, he finally quit his job.

Unfortunately, he punched his boss on his way out the door, and now he wasn’t only going to lose his job and his unemployment, he was would most likely be facing an assault charge to boot. He never liked that job, anyway. And he never liked that boss.

And he was only twenty-eight years old.

He figured he was way too young for that kind of bullshit in the first place.


He was still in a daze from it all as he sat there in his car, in the liquor store parking lot, mulling it all over. He wondered if things maybe should’ve gone differently, but then he stopped himself from those ridiculous thoughts and said out loud, “Fuck it. No great loss.”


He had one more stop to make before he went home, so he pulled into the drugstore parking lot.

He took a slug from the whisky he just bought, wrapped it back up in the bag and went inside.

He wasn’t paying attention to much of anything as he walked through the automatic doors, mumbling to himself a ‘list of supplies’ he had to buy.

No, he wasn’t paying attention to much of anything.

That is until he looked up and saw her behind the counter, smiling at him and shining her big blue eyes in his direction.


Her week was finally coming to an end. It was a week straight out of hell.

She really did not like her boss.

She was always hassled by her and for no particular reason that she could ever find.

She did her job very well, and then some. Everyone else liked her.


Maybe it was because she was an older woman than her boss.

Maybe it was because she didn’t have to work at all that she tolerated so much.

She was only sixty-four years old, but with her own savings and investments, she was perfectly comfortable living an ‘early’ retirement.

She just couldn’t stand to sit at home alone all of the time, so she held onto this drugstore job.

She enjoyed meeting new people and talking with the regular customers she came to know.

As much as her boss tried to make her quit this, her boss made her love it even more.


There were no customers in the store, her daily assignment list was done, and her boss busied herself back in her office.

So, she gave herself a minute to let her eyes and her mind wander. It was then that she saw his truck pull into the parking lot.

She watched him get out and walk across the lot toward the door.

She couldn’t hold back her smile when he got inside. She didn’t even try.

She was so happy to see him walk in so close to the end of such a rough week.


They had seen each other and ‘met’ several times before this, but every time they did, there was always a long line of people behind him. There were always people asking her questions, asking for help. They could never seem to find a free second to talk.

The most they could ever do was to smile at each other and say, “Hello. How are you today?”

They each felt that odd, heated attraction.

But that was all they could ever do – up until this particular Friday afternoon, that is.


He could tell she was older than he was, but he didn’t even care about her actual age. Age never bothered him if he wanted a woman.

Hell, when he was twenty-three, he dated a fifty-four-year-old woman for two years!


But he always felt a most definite attraction toward this older woman.

His lust grew every time her saw the flash in her eyes.

He just never had the chance to act on it.

And he was so lonely.


She felt an obvious attraction toward him, too, and she was never ashamed or bashful about showing it. Maybe that was another reason her boss gave her so much trouble – her boss talked about his ass all the time, and all the things she would ‘let him do to her’.

Her boss believed that he secretly wanted her.

She kept quiet whenever her boss would talk like this and played her own sultry-sexual cards close to her chest.


She lived alone and it had been several years since she had a regular boyfriend. Her daydreams were filled with thoughts of his hands on her body. She wanted to grab ahold of him whenever she saw him. She just never had the chance to act on it.

And she was so lonely.


And now here they both stood, alone in the store, both of them lonely and lusting for each other.


He went about gathering his ‘weekend supplies’ in a small carry-basket – aspirin, antacids, drink mixes, chips, and a few three-packs of condoms.

His thoughts quickly clouded again as the day’s events kept replaying in his head.

But then, just as fast, his head cleared when he reached her register.

He caught those big blue eyes looking down into him as he stood there in front of her.

He could only smile at her, but he gave her such a genuine smile that he let her know he was just as happy to see her as she was him.


They both felt an unquestionable spark in that moment.


He looked around and saw that he was still the only customer in the store, so he jumped at the chance to introduce himself.

“Hey You! My name’s Andy. It’s my pleasure to finally meet you!”

Her smile grew bigger and she was shining as she introduced herself in return.


“Hey You, back! My name is Maggie. I am so happy to finally meet you, too! It’s been such a long time coming!”


He began to put his items on the counter in front of him so she could ring them up, but neither of them broke eye contact as he did. But then, when his basket was emptied, he looked away and down and he felt a sudden sadness creeping back in.


She scanned the aspirin and the antacids and the chips, but then she stopped and tilted her head to engage his eyes again. “You look so sad, Andy, but it looks like you’re planning a party. Are you ok?”


She forced a smile back to his lips with her kindness.


“I’m ok. Just a horrible week.” He stuffed his hand into his pocket to pull out his wallet.

“And, no, there’s no party. It’s just me.”


And then she scanned the drink mixes. She paused as she lifted the condoms and she didn’t scan them. “You know, if you get the right girl – an older, more mature woman, you don’t have to buy these.” She didn’t say another word just then, but she didn’t have to, he could read it in her eyes and he could see it in her face as she began to blush.


“Those are for ‘just in case’. They’ll probably just get thrown out like always.”


She still had not scanned them and she set them back down on the counter.

“Like I said, you don’t have to buy these. Why don’t you give me your phone number instead?”


She shocked herself by being so forward, but this felt like the only chance to say what she had always wanted to say to him. So, she took it.


His demeanor changed in a flash. He straightened his back and happily winked at her.

“Absolutely, Maggie!”


She pulled out her phone and she entered his number as he gave it to her. She pushed the condoms over to the side and rang up his total without them. He didn’t even notice.

Maybe he really wouldn’t need those after all.


She told him she would be done with work in an hour.

He paid his bill and he said he would call her an hour after that.


Before he got out the door, his phone buzzed.

It was a text from her that said, “This is Maggie. Can’t wait, Sweetie!”

She stood there behind the counter, her face beaming and happy.

He smiled back at her, went to his truck and drove himself home.


It was now 5:30. He locked her number into his phone and then sent her a text to let her know it was him. She already had him locked in her phone, but he felt funny if he didn’t introduce himself first. She had been sitting at her kitchen table waiting for his call.


His text said, “Can I call now?”


He barely finished sending it when his phone rang. It was Maggie calling him first.


They talked so freely now.

No one to interrupt them.

No one to get in between them and block them from each other.

Each of them sitting in the peace and security of their own homes, and they talked and talked.


They talked until 6:45, when he happened to glance at the clock on the wall.


“Wow! Look how long we’ve been talking! I am loving talking with you!”


“I know! I love talking with you, too! But…I would rather talk in person. Do you want to come over and have a couple drinks with me?”


“Absolutely I do! But are you sure? We only just met a couple hours ago.”


“We met a long time ago, Andy. We should’ve met for drinks long before tonight. Yes, I’m sure. I want to see you.”


“You don’t have to tell me twice! Text me your address and I’ll be there!”


She sent him her address and he texted back that he would be there by 7:30.

They both felt like kids going on their first date.

He jumped in a shower and got himself together.

He packed up his ‘supplies’ and he was on his way to her house.

She jumped in a shower and dressed herself in a thin, light white blouse and loose black capris, nothing too constricting – or difficult. And she sat at her table waiting for the text that he was there. Instead, she was pleasantly surprised by his knock on her door.


She could barely contain herself as she opened the door and ushered him in.

She no sooner closed the door behind him, that she wrapped herself around him in a warm and wantful embrace.

He gave in to her hold and sighed as she gripped even tighter, not letting go.

He loved the way she felt against his body.

He loved the hungry, labored look in her eyes.

He loved the smoldering want in her expression.


They kissed before they moved from the doorway. She pushed her tongue deep in between his lips and into his mouth and she was met with his tongue, just as hungry for hers. They lost themselves in their kisses, and it felt like they stood there for hours. They were fast losing themselves in each other.


She whispered in his ear, “Come to the couch with me, Babe. Let’s sit down”, and she led him by the hand over to the couch. She pushed him down into it and sank down in next to him, mostly on top of him, and she buried him in her kisses and hands.


His head was foggy and his vision blurred and he gave in to it all. He gave in to the pleasure he was feeling. It had been so long. He had been so lonely. He felt his heart pumping harder with each touch, each kiss, each flicker of her tongue in his mouth.


Her thoughts were just as scrambled as his, and she gave in to every desire she ever held for him.

She wanted to give him everything that she was.

So, she would.


He pushed back the collar of her blouse to reach her bare skin beneath, and she unbuttoned it to make it easier for him. He pushed it back farther so her neck and shoulder were bare under his fingers. She let her head fall back exposing her neck to him as well.

He took a moment to look at the golden-brown tanned skin of her body, now entirely his for the taking. And he sank his kisses into her skin, dragging his tongue up her neck and nibbling on her shoulder.


She couldn’t make a sound for fear that she might wake herself from a dream, but she was not dreaming.

This was real.

And this was happening to her.

And this was happening for her.


He pulled away at her blouse until it was free and he tossed it over to the coffee table.

He caressed her arms and neck, letting his fingertips lightly dance down her chest as he lowered his head to follow them.

He kissed her breasts and he held them with a want he hadn’t felt in years. He clutched her breasts and sucked her nipples pulling them in his lips, giving her a playful nibble now and then.


She could no longer contain the growing passion and she reached down and unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans.

She pushed him back and peeled off his shirt, tossing it over on top of her blouse.

She slid her hand down into his jeans and she held him in her hand.

She could feel the blood pulsing in him and she felt him growing harder in her fingers.


She dropped down to the floor and pulled his jeans off and threw them over to the side.

She climbed back up his legs, sliding her hands over his thighs as she went.

Her hands caressed his legs from hip to ankle and she dropped her head down.


She took him fully into her mouth and he moaned so suddenly that he startled her.

She could hear in that one moan that he was now hers for the taking.

Just the thought of it enflamed her passions and she was overcome with an animalistic hunger.

She took him in, sliding him in and out of her mouth, over her lips. He was swollen and pressed hard by her tongue underneath him. His moans grew louder and his fingers tangled in her hair and his hands followed the slow bobbing movement of her head. And she drew him closer and closer to ecstasy. She could feel him throbbing even harder on her tongue and now she could begin to taste him, too. He was so close.


He gripped her head tightly in his hands as he let himself go and he came in her mouth with a total and reckless abandon.

Now she began to moan, swallowing all that he gave her and greedily licking and sucking him for more.

He begged her to stop.

She would not.

He was now so sensitive that he forcibly pulled her up.

And he fell backwards on the couch, still moaning, still breathing so hard.

She ran a finger across her bottom lip and smiled and stood up in front of him.


She started to sway her hips, running her hands over her capris as she danced for him to some silent song only she could hear.


She made a seductive show of unsnapping the button and pulling the zipper down.

She pushed her capris down over her hips and let them fall to the floor. She kicked her feet out of them and there she stood – all of her there for him – bare and naked and vulnerable wanting the security he could give her.


She held out her hand to him and he took it in his. He stood, a little wobbly still, and she led him to her bedroom. She walked around him and sat on the bed in front of him, her hands wandering and rubbing his body. She leaned forward and kissed his stomach and reached up to kiss his chest. He lifted her chin with his forefinger and he brushed her cheek with the back of his hand.


He gently pushed her down on her back and he climbed on top of her.

He pressed his bare skin against hers and they held each other in a gyrating embrace.

He pressed himself against her but he would not enter her. Not yet.

He descended down her body, kissing and licking and sucking her with every inch he moved.


He reached her waist and he separated her legs with the palms of his hands. He stroked his cheeks against the tender flesh of her inner thighs, and now her moans grew louder.His tongue flicked and licked and pressed at her, but she reached down and pulled his head back to look in his eyes.

“Are you really going to…” but he wouldn’t let her finish the thought as his tongue pressed into her and she gasped and gave up even trying to talk.


He gave to her.

And he went down for her.

And he went down for her over and over again, and he made her cum on his tongue over and over again. His starving mouth licking and lapping and sucking at every succulent drop of her steaming orgasms.

His hot breath warming her with every movement of his mouth against her.

And he took her to a different time and place and world with every orgasm he gave her.


She finally could take no more and she grabbed handfuls of his hair and pulled him up.

He climbed back up her body and they connected in passionate kisses and whispers and he pushed himself against her, just beginning to slide inside. She playfully whispered, “I told you that you wouldn’t need those things.”


He pushed a little harder and he went in a little deeper with each push.

Each movement of his hips took him in even deeper.

After a couple gentle grinds, he forcibly thrust himself into her and he was now fully inside her, all of him was fully inside her.

And they made love wrapped-up in the sheets and pillows and comfort of her bed.


Slow and gentle pulsations, pushing as hard against her as he could, penetrating as deep into her as he could reach.

Powerful and demanding thrusts, rocking her whole bed along with her body.

He lifted her leg and pushed in even farther while he licked her ankle and kissed her foot.


She held her hands tight against his back and she pulled him into every stroke and every push and every thrust he made. His power grew stronger and he grew harder and more swollen every time he was fully inside. Her moans were just as loud as his and the two of them together drowned out every other sound around them.


She was reaching her climax right along with his and when she felt him swell and his body begin to convulse and shake, she let herself go and they came together. And they came hard together.


They laid together for the rest of the night, sleeping in each other’s arms, more content than either of them had been in years.


She woke to the smells of coffee and breakfast. She put on her robe and walked out to the kitchen to find him cooking for her. She felt so good on this morning. She hugged him from behind and held him without saying a word. She just stood there, holding him, swaying with him.

She felt that she was truly with him now.


Later that day, he went to visit her at work and maybe tease her a little, but more to make sure that he would see her again that night. When he walked in, the place was full of customers, but now that no longer mattered. He got close enough that she caught sight of him and they smiled at each other. He blew her a kiss and she gave him one in return. Her boss happened to see them.


Her boss called her over to the side, out of earshot of the customers, and began to belittle and deride her. He couldn’t hear what was said, but he could see her cheeks flushed with anger and he could see a fire growing in her eyes.


And then out of nowhere he saw her fist connect with her boss’s chin and he saw her boss fall over backwards. She had finally had enough.


She ripped off her smock and threw it at her boss and yelled, “I quit!”


Everyone around the store was frozen in shock – except for him. He smiled at her and she jumped into his arms and kissed him. She was done with unnecessary jobs now, anyway.


She licked his lips and kissed his tongue and she rubbed him hard through his jeans.


“Get me out of here! I am so hungry!”


No, age never mattered much to him. Why in hell would it now?


In that moment, he never wanted a woman more.

About Frank Weber:  

Frank Weber is a freelance writer from Erie, Pennsylvania. He has been published in several print and digital magazines, local interest books and advertising campaigns as both writer and model. His work encompasses a firm conviction, a simple honesty in written word and enough of a raw edge to make people feel what they read. Website:

Twitter: @frankietatts_

Instagram: @frankietatts

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