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Summer of 1992

Word count: 471???

It was the summer of 1992. I was freshly eighteen and right out of high school. I decided to take a gap year, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do in life- let alone what I wanted to major in. My parents told me I need to get a job, so I started to look for one. It was a bit difficult since most of the places I applied to rejected me. I drove around town for a week, then I found this little flower shop a few miles away from my house. It didn’t seem busy and the only person working there was the man who owned the shop. His name was Mr. Harrison, he was nice and had an adorable accent. He hired me on the spot, and I think I saw him taking a peek at my cleavage!

Working there wasn’t too bad, I mostly worked at the cash register but I helped Mr. Harrison with floral arrangements. I always felt so nervous around him, he was so handsome and he liked talking to me. My stomach was filled with butterflies and my pussy was wetter than the ocean whenever we talked. After working there for a month, he made his first move on me. It was almost closing time, I had finished helping an elderly lady picking flowers for her husband’s funeral. George called me to his office once she left, I was a bit nervous- was he going to fire me? I sat in the chair in front of his desk and I looked at him.

I was so nervous, I wasn’t listening to anything. I just remember him getting up from his chair, walking up to me and then he kissed me. My knees went weak and he untied my apron, I looked up at him and asked him

“Are you married?”

He raised an eyebrow and tilted my chin up, caressed my lip and told me

“No, but you’re a sweet lady for asking.”

I blushed and smiled. I stood up and we started to kiss again, his lips were soft. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, I felt his rough hands on my ass and he started to grope me. Seven minutes later, we heard someone come in from the front. Fuck.

George groaned and walked out of the office, a few minutes later he came back and sighed.

“Your mother’s here to pick you up- listen, don’t tell anyone. Yer a sweet girl and- I don't want you to get in any trouble.”

I fixed my shirt and hair. I picked up my apron from the floor, I looked at him and said

“I won’t, I promise.”

I left his office and got into my mom’s car. I pray no one finds out what happened between me and Mr. Harrison.

georgesgirll

im going to rewrite this little story I wrote :3

#george harrison x reader #beatles smut #george harrison

cheezekid

They’re so cute I wish they were real

writing smut is hard :(

#beatles smut #the beatles

stinkyfartgirl

play that FUCKING music white boy

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beatle-george-smut

Because he’s so beautiful

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I love it when George uses maths as a weapon…

The Beatles interviewed in Wellington, New Zealand, 21st June 1964

georgesgirll

What a smart ass

#george harrison

javelinbk

I love it when George uses maths as a weapon…

The Beatles interviewed in Wellington, New Zealand, 21st June 1964

I just deleted c.ai so I can goon like a real freak❤️

georgesgirll

Summer of 1992

Word count: 471???

It was the summer of 1992. I was freshly eighteen and right out of high school. I decided to take a gap year, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do in life- let alone what I wanted to major in. My parents told me I need to get a job, so I started to look for one. It was a bit difficult since most of the places I applied to rejected me. I drove around town for a week, then I found this little flower shop a few miles away from my house. It didn’t seem busy and the only person working there was the man who owned the shop. His name was Mr. Harrison, he was nice and had an adorable accent. He hired me on the spot, and I think I saw him taking a peek at my cleavage!

Working there wasn’t too bad, I mostly worked at the cash register but I helped Mr. Harrison with floral arrangements. I always felt so nervous around him, he was so handsome and he liked talking to me. My stomach was filled with butterflies and my pussy was wetter than the ocean whenever we talked. After working there for a month, he made his first move on me. It was almost closing time, I had finished helping an elderly lady picking flowers for her husband’s funeral. George called me to his office once she left, I was a bit nervous- was he going to fire me? I sat in the chair in front of his desk and I looked at him.

I was so nervous, I wasn’t listening to anything. I just remember him getting up from his chair, walking up to me and then he kissed me. My knees went weak and he untied my apron, I looked up at him and asked him

“Are you married?”

He raised an eyebrow and tilted my chin up, caressed my lip and told me

“No, but you’re a sweet lady for asking.”

I blushed and smiled. I stood up and we started to kiss again, his lips were soft. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, I felt his rough hands on my ass and he started to grope me. Seven minutes later, we heard someone come in from the front. Fuck.

George groaned and walked out of the office, a few minutes later he came back and sighed.

“Your mother’s here to pick you up- listen, don’t tell anyone. Yer a sweet girl and- I don't want you to get in any trouble.”

I fixed my shirt and hair. I picked up my apron from the floor, I looked at him and said

“I won’t, I promise.”

I left his office and got into my mom’s car. I pray no one finds out what happened between me and Mr. Harrison.

georgesgirll

Oh my God, Im so sorry for the poor grammar (˃̣̣̥ᯅ˂̣̣̥)