Polly Plummer Novels & Stories

I greet the young librarian. “Hello, Dora. I must’ve guessed you’d still be around here.” Mrs. Linda says giggling. “How can I help you?” she asks us. “Penny needs access to the special shelves”. I say. “And Penny has the authorization to access the special collection?” The librarian asks. “Actually I do, signed by the alpha himself”. Penny answers by giving the paper to Mrs. Linda. “Well, in this case, follow me, but you can’t come with us, Dora.” She says looking at me.

“Leah, it’s alright. You’re safe.” His words began to calm me once again. There was a gentle knock at the door; my head snapped around, looking at the door. It opened slowly and in stepped an older lady in a pant suit. Her long blonde hair pinned back into a neat ponytail. She was carrying a notebook under her arm. Her expression changed as she saw the startled look on my face, the water on the table, the knocked-over chair, and Logans hand on my arm.

Polly and the person at the door. “Excuse me, ma’am, I need to get to class,” Hazel said in a small tone, and Ms. Polly gave way for her to pass.

“In fact, there’s nothing I would have loved more than to sleep in. But something told me that you would, too, so I got up early and yanked myself out of bed just to save you on this.” Caitlin was touched by the gesture. “Thanks, Polly. I owe you one.” “I know you do,” Polly said with a wink, “and I’ve been thinking about that Lily Pulitzer outfit you have up there. I never see you wear it, and I was wondering, well, if you wanted to do a girl a favor—” “It’s yours,” Caitlin said, overjoyed. She wanted to get rid of those clothes anyway, which were all the wrong colors for her, and which so reminded her of Edgartown, of her time with Caleb. She was thrilled that Polly liked them.

I hesitated a beat, then tapped “Accept.” The video opened. And everything in me stopped. It was Polly dressed in a white puffy gown that I guessed was her bridal gown. The gown was only held up on her waist, her top bare, just as she spread her legs as well. She looked fucking glorious. Her pussy was shaved and ready, calling to me and I could tell with the way my dick twitched that if she was here right now, I wouldn't hesitate before digging into that delicacy. Those red curls falling around her flushed cheeks, her thighs spread wide, fingers working between them like she knew exactly what she needed. And then—

he said, smiling and unabashedly checking out the young woman. Polly was attractive, for sure, but she was definitely an interesting girl. She had smallish breasts, but they were perky, and her nipples always seemed to be very erect. She had a spectacular ass, and she was definitely pretty. She had short brown hair, slightly curly and just past her ears. The left side of her head was completely shaved, and she had a few piercings in places that he hadn't expected.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

Work was more hectic than usual and Carmen came down with a stomach flu overnight, so I had to ask my Mom to take care of Penelope again while I was overseeing the anniversary party at work. My mom didn't mind watching her, she never does. But she takes care of Penelope while I work 5 days a week, so I'd rather not over burden her if I don't have too. She has a life of her own! The floors of The Ritz ballroom were sparkling after the third coat of wax. The table arrangements were of white lilies in tall crystal vases placed in the centre of each table and the draping of gold curtains from the ceiling made the room look elegant.

“Oh, her? That’s Gummy, the Gumamela… Isn’t she pretty?” “Yes, she is pretty and so red!” Polly and Pilita looked at each other laughing. Pilita had been talking a lot and noticed that Polly had fallen asleep in her house. Pilita caught herself smiling. She had never socialized with anyone for that long and moreso told anyone about her thoughts. Suddenly, that day that she thought would be just a replay of all the other days she had previously was different. She had a feeling the days to come were going to be chains of days that would be a little less predictable.

Later, in the pantry, I overheard two women whispering in the cubicles. "My husband scolded me until midnight last night for speaking up at the meeting. Now, three months' salary is gone." "Same here. My mom called to scold me, said, 'Why did you join the chorus for cherries?'" "Did Polly come to work today?" "Yes. She's in the warehouse distributing cherries. Nobody helping—she spent the whole morning alone." "Serves her right. If it weren't for her…" The voice trailed off. I passed Polly in the hallway.