A while ago, I went to a friend’s wedding.  The guy sitting next to me was nice. His hobby was reading comic books.

“Oh, that’s interesting,” I said. “Maybe you can recommend something for me?”

At the time, I wasn’t really interested. I just wanted to keep the conversation going. He took my question seriously and suggested a comic book series called Paper Girls.

I almost forgot about this conversation until I was invited to my other friend’s son’s name day party. He loved superhero movies and cartoons.

I decided to get him something about Batman.

During my lunch break, I went to a comic book store. The place was quiet, and I was the only customer. The shop attendant was sitting behind the counter, reading a comic book. He looked up when I entered and smiled. He looked to be in his mid-20s, with wavy brown hair and bright blue eyes. His round face made him look younger, and he was a bit on the heavier side. He wore a black T-shirt with Spider-Man on it.

“Can I help you with anything?” he asked.

“Uh, yes,” I said. “I’m looking forsomething about Batman?”

He gave me a quick, slightly condescending look.

“Okay,” he said. “Let’s find you something about Batman.”

He walked over to a shelf and picked out a hardcover comic book with a picture of Batman kicking someone on the cover. The title was Batman: Hush.

“This is one of the best Batman stories ever,” he said.

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll take it.”

“Anything else I can help you with?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

There was something about the way he looked at me that made me want to prove myself. I didn’t want him to think I was clueless about comic books.

“Actually, I’m looking for something for myself,” I said. “Paper Girls. I heard it’s good.”

I tried to sound casual, as if I wasn’t too interested.

His face lit up with surprise. I was pleased. “Haha,” I thought, “I impressed him.”

“That’s a great choice,” he said, smiling wider.

He disappeared behind a shelf for a moment, then came back with a large paperback volume of Paper Girls: The Complete Story.

“We also have hardcovers,” he said. “Collector’s edition.”

I smirked. Now he was trying to sell me the more expensive version, playing on my ego.

“Thanks,” I said. “But I’ll just take the paperback.”

“Okay,” he replied, ringing up my purchases. “This is such a great story. Are you a fan of Brian Vaughan in general? I love Saga. It’s his masterpiece.”

I froze. I had no idea what to say. Was he just making small talk, or was he testing me? I didn’t know anything about Brian Vaughan or Saga.

My mind raced. I couldn’t think of anything to say about comic books. Panic set in. Would he think I was a fraud if I didn’t answer right?

“Actually…” I said, scrambling for something, anything. “I really like Japanese comics. You know, the adult ones where women are in distress... Do you have those?”

The words slipped out, and I instantly regretted it.

He blinked, looking a bit stunned.

“Hmmm,” he said slowly, “we don’t stock those… but I can ask our suppliers. Maybe we can get a custom order for you.”

“Oh, nice!” I said, trying to sound confident. I was thrilled that I had confused him. “Please check with your suppliers and let me know!”

I left him my phone number, paid for my books, and hurried out of the store. The lunch break was almost over, so I had to take a taxi back to work.

I didn’t expect to hear from him again.

But about a week later, I got a phone call. I recognized his voice right away.

“Pani Anna ” he said. “This is Franciszek from The Comic Cavern. We might have some items in our catalogue that could interest you…”

"Shall I send you the catalogue?" he asked.

I was in a playful mood.

"Oh," I said in a flirty way, "I might need some guidance. Maybe you can help me choose which items I would enjoy the most?"

"Ehmm..." I could tell Franciszek was a bit flustered, "Sure. You can drop by anytime I work until 5 pm."

"I see..." I said. I tried to sound disappointed.

"Or..." He said, "You can come by, say, at 5-15. The store will be already closed, but I will be waiting for you."

Haha. Good boy.

"That's awesome, Franciszek! That's so kind of you."

After I finished work, I went to Comic Cavern. The door was closed, I knocked, and Franciszek let me in.

He had warm smile. His hair was messy, and his Spider-Man shirt was untucked.

"Hey," he said, "Let me show you the catalogue" He gestured to the chair next to him. "Have a seat here."

I sat down. The chair was warm. His laptop was open. It showed a catalog of adult comic books. I moved closer to see better. Franciszek stood next to me. He scrolled through the catalogue with the mouse.

"See anything you like?" he asked.

"Wait!" I said. "You're going too fast."

I put my hand on his to stop the scrolling. His skin felt warm. I could see the veins on his hand.

"Here, Detective Wanda Wolfe, this might suit your taste."

The cover showed a gagged tied-up woman in a suit.

"Looks good," I said.

I smelled his cologne and scent of new books.

"Pretty intense," he said.

"I'm okay with intense," I replied.

"Let's keep looking," he smiled. He scrolled more. I felt his wrist move under my hand.

Franciszek leaned in. His breath felt warm on my neck. Heat spread through me.

I felt his gaze. He kept scrolling, but I knew he wasn’t really looking at the screen—he was focused on me.

“Hey!” I teased, “Show me what else you’ve got.”

He moved closer. His cheek brushed mine, and my skin tingled.

I took a slow breath. I loved the all about this - the room filled with books, his cologne, the evening lights outside.

His breathing quickened. His hand was growing sweaty. He didn’t need to say anything.

I knew what he wanted. I could feel it.

Finally, he made his move. His lips touched my cheek.

I leaned back and relaxed.

"Pull my hair," I said.

Surprise flickered across his face. But he obeyed. He grasped a handful of my hair and pulling my head back just enough to expose my neck. I moaned.

"Like this?" he asked. He didn't wait for my answer and started kissing my neck. I felt his tongue on my skin. He tugged my hair harder. I shuddered.

His fingers started caressing my breasts through the fabric of my shirt, first gently, then with more pressure. The he kissed me on the lips. I opened my mouth to him, and his tongue moved inside. It was urgent, like he was afraid I would stop him.

I did not stop him.

We both descended to the wooden floor together. My back hit the soft rug. Our lips stayed locked. Franciszek's hands moved down my back, reaching the hem of my skirt. He pulled the fabric up, revealing my panties. Then he hooked his fingers around the elastic and pulled. I slightly lifted my hips to help him.

I really wanted him to fuck me in the piledriver position. I only read about it online and never actually tried it.

He tossed my panties aside and dropped his pants. He was moderately endowed.

"Okay, we're doing this," I thought.

I lifted my legs up and held onto my calves, maintaining a bent and open position. I was completely exposed. I locked my eyes with his and smirked as if challenging him.

Franciszek knelt down and positioned himself at my entrance. He placed his hands on my hips. I felt his firm grip. Gently, he guided the head of his cock to my vagina. He teasing me with the tip, and then started slowly sliding in.

I felt him enter. My inner walls tightened around him.

He started with slow thrusts. As he found his rhythm, his movements grew more confident and stronger, pushing deeper and faster. I moaned. I loved the depth our position allowed.

After a few minutes, he began to experiment with different angles, responding to my reactions. I loved it and closed my eyes in bliss.

His thrusts became more targeted and intense as he leaned into each movement. His hips were working vigorously. I could tell he was close to climaxing. I started to touch my clit. His thrusts combined with my fingers were quickly bringing me to the edge.

Suddenly, he groaned, and his warm seed filled me.

Then he softened. I kept massaging my clit, and soon, a wave of climax hit me. It was intense. My vision blurred.

Franciszek pulled out and started to put on his pants.

"Did you like it?" he asked.

"I did," I replied, still lying on the floor, "That was good..."

"You're always welcome here," he chuckled, "I'll send you the link to order that graphic novel about Wanda Wolfe you liked."

I almost forgot about that.

"Thank you," I said, slowly standing up to put my panties back on. I hugged him. "Thanks for the good time."

"You're welcome," he responded. "I think we'll see each other again when you come to pick up your order."

"It's possible," I said with a tease.

As I was leaving the store, he called out, "Oh, by the way, I'll send you the CCTV footage. Should be hot."

I barely paid attention, still reeling from the orgasm. But slowly, when I was walking home, it dawned on me.

CCTV footage? Was it a joke?

I hope it was.