The Button

By Beetlebomb

Inspired by many many novels and short stories that I've read.

It was another quiet and uneventful day in my small suburban house. I remember, I was reading my favorite rock climbers book on my leather couch when two soft knocks came from the front door. I took my sweet time getting to the door, passively taking notice of my muffled footsteps from the thick white carpet.

"Hello?" I said, before completely opening the door.

No one was there.

A small cardboard box wrapped wholesomely in duck tape rested at my feet with an envelope resting beside it that read: "For you" written in cursive.

Not being a complete idiot, I took my precautions. Who knows, it could easily be a bomb. I looked around carefully in my front yard, to see if there were any giggling teenagers hiding in bushes. There weren't. With that, I delicately picked up the package and the envelope and headed back inside.

Inside the envelope it read "To you. For Katie. From me." Curiouser and Curiouser, I thought. "I bet it's one of the guys at work trying to play another trick on me." I debated, but figured no harm could truly come from it. I took my swiss army knife out of my pocket and cut down the creases covered by the heavy-duty duck tape.

Upon opening it I found an object, too obscured to make out, covered in bubble wrap. "This is going to be a difficult task." I remarked.

Minutes later I felt like I had just completed a maze. I blinked twice in question as I took in what was actually in front of me. It was a small black remote with a single round button on it. There were no instructions, and there was no antenna. I picked it up and eyed it from all directions. It appeared as if there were no batteries needed nor included, and the black plastic that covered the remote was in one whole piece.

I held it in my hand and felt the weight. With my thumb I pressed the button several times, feeling it give after putting enough pressure down on it. "Yup," I thought "a remote."

I threw it down onto the couch, and there it stayed until the next morning.

I was off to my college classes when the small black remote caught my eye. I picked it up, along with the small envelope next to it and reread the message: "To you. For Katie. From me." The thought replayed in my mind that the guys at work were trying to play a trick on me for talking about a girl I liked in my biology class.

I reasoned with myself, "Yaaaa it's gotta be them." I settled that there was no other valid explanation.

"Shit!" I exclaimed, I was late for class! I quickly grabbed all my books and ran out the door.

"Welcome back class. Today we will be continuing our debate on the Theory of Evolution." Professor Vance, our Biology teacher spoke.

I sat as far away from the front of the class room as I could. Mr. Vance tended to spit a lot.

My mind quickly settled as the professor began his lecture. I caught glimpse of the beautiful Katie sitting just two rows in front of me. Her beautiful blonde hair could not be confused with any other's. She had perfect big blue eyes, a cute button nose, covered only slightly with freckles, and a long feminine chin.

But what truly attracted me to her, honestly, was her breasts. I was a breast man-- a crazy breast man. Sometimes I would stare at her from the back of class, admiring her wonderfully large C-cups. God they were perfect. The way they drooped only slightly in her outfit, and how their shape was apparent from her side. Oooh, and the way her underarms sometimes hit the top of them when she moved her textbooks. When she moved, I could almost visualize her erect nipples touching the inside material of her clothes. Oh how I just wanted to squeeze them just once.

"Peter!? Are you awake? Snap out of it!" Professor Vance caught me daydreaming once again. The heads of all the students whipped back and stared heavily into my eyes as they all turned around to look to see what the commotion was. "I-I'm sorry Mr.Vance. It won't happen again." I apologized, and slipped down back into my seat.

After class, I spotted Katie walking down towards the parking lot, still on the school campus. I figured now was the best chance to strike up a conversation.

"Hey there Katie. How's it going?" I began my friendly introduction.

"Oh, hey Peter. Yea, it's going great. How are you?" the uneasiness between the both of us was already apparent.

"Good good. Hey look, I was thinking," I figured I mine as well dive in."...maybe you and I could hang out sometime?"

She looked shocked, but no longer so uneasy. "Uhhh yea! Sure! Ummm, how about we rent a movie. At your place? Friday?"

Jeez, that sounded awfully forward, I thought. It wasn't a bad thing though. My eyes shot a quick glance at her womanly assets.

"Ya that sounds great! What kind of movie?"

"How about...a mystery film!?" She practically jumped with excitement, causing jiggles throughout her chest.

'Perfect. I"ll pick you up at around 6?" I suggested.

"Well, you could just pick up the movie and I can get myself over to your place by then. How's that sound?" Wow, forward and convenient! Sounds like two good traits for a girl to me, I figured.

"S-Sure." It took me a moment. I was taken aback by her enthusiasm.

I took out some notebook paper and wrote down my address before saying my goodbyes.

That night I cleaned the entire house in preparations for my at-home date with Katie.