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Prologue
This is a story of introductions, obsessions, clarifications and a course altering week that served as a delta for the four main characters. I knew their attitudes and actions changed soon after they met, but I didn't know this was that story. Did their personalities truly change or did they just recognize and accept the unacceptable? You decide.
Steve and Sue will tell you their sordid tale in a parallel story and time line.
And so it began
A few years ago, in a Networking class, I met at least three memorable people. Steve, who has remained a friend thru the years and thousands of miles of separation; Jen, a pretty and petite woman with a warm and attractive personality, and figure. A deep sadness traveled with her, yet she kept a happy pretense alive. She was still shocked by the surprise end of her marriage and I tried to be a friend she could lean on, despite my attraction to her and my lustful intentions. We eventually dated briefly.
It didn't go very far since she was still grieving and my girl and I were in a not so brief 'timeout'. After four months of separation and angry avoidance, when Sue heard about Jen, she melted her polar, frigid position just enough to casually wave hello in passing. She also stuck her head in the classroom, supposedly to answer notes I sent her, but in reality to observe Jen and me. I refused to get my hopes up that we were getting back together. She might have been jealous or just checking to see if I'd really moved on. I knew how stubborn she could be and how much she hated being predictable. Fortunately, she didn't see how attracted to the third memorable person I was.
That third person is the subject of this tale. Laura
{
spirit-of-halloween
,
spirit-of-halloween-nightmare
,
halloween-surprises,
empress-new-underclothes
} was the most stunningly gorgeous woman I'd ever seen - in real life, porn or celebrity — stunning! A compact and petite ninety-nine pounds, ten of those were in her D-cups; her tiny 5'1" frame was otherwise perfectly proportioned. Her small, sexy waist swelled nicely across her perfectly curvaceous hips and a high, firm, well-rounded butt. Though she usually wore slacks since it was winter, when she wore a skirt, her sexy, toned, but not muscular, flawless gams locked all eyes on her petite thighs.
Ultimately, the 'reasons' her stunning facial features were such a paragon of beauty was an inexplicable enigma that I had to try to decode. One day I'll try matching her stunning face to the golden triangle metric of universal beauty. Until then, I try to catch my breath and breathe. At first, I tried to stare subtly. It wasn't easy and may not even be possible, especially when you are besotted with the subject. She had to know I was staring stupidly since she must have left a long trail of mesmerized men behind.
Even her clavicle was perfectly shaped in twin, soft and sensuous curves; her chin was at once bold and feminine, her lustrous smile and sexy, curved, wicked lips were deadly; her tongue teased and remained untasted, to my chagrin; her breath was flowerily sweet; her cutely shapely nose contributed to her ingenue airs; bright and deep blue eyes captivated, hypnotized and subtly broadcast the profound intelligence behind them; thick eyebrows should have been a detraction, yet on her, they were sexy and shapely; her tall, flat, forehead helped shape her flawless face which had NO bad side and her dark brown, scapula length, nearly straight hair managed to wisp around her jaw and perfectly frame her fair face. Absolutely stunning! All that without makeup!
When she walked into a room, I couldn't help but sigh. She was so guileless and down-to-earth that her spirit glowed with her ingenue and relaxed innocence. I never heard her curse or be obscene, yet the naughty twinkle in her eye said she wasn't perfectly innocent or virginal. She was always elegant, refined, modest, friendly and approachable, never one to tilt her nose up with the 'I'm a goddess and too good for any of you' attitude that she well deserved. Her relaxed smile, positive attitude and general kindness, despite my awe and deserved sense of unworthiness, emboldened me to approach her. First with false need for help with class problems which she easily saw thru. Yet, she was open to me and presented her own class needs to me. Real, or not? I didn't care. There was no way she could be attracted to lil-ol-me, was there? Breathless at the prospect, I couldn't dare entertain the idea. Is there any way this paragon of perfection could stay in my life a while? Maybe forever? Yet, we advanced to hanging out and casual lunch dates, usually with Steve.
Several weeks later, on one of these trio lunches, at a glassed in patio of a Mexican place, I confessed my veneration. By then it was obvious that she knew that Steve and I were dazzled by her persona, physical and spiritual, though we never mentioned it. She'd chosen to wear a moderately short skirt despite the frigid and snowy weather. It was impossible to hide my gaga stares at her sexy legs thru the glass table. Casual chat lead to innocent teasing and taunts and exploring just how innocent she was. Her skirt rested far up her thighs and she delighted in teasing me with casual knee splaying followed by my soft moans. I bravely leapt thru the now open door before Steve did. My heart raced and pounded so loudly I was sure she could hear it. "Listen, bella, I'm going to say some things, truths, that umm, (gulp) may change things for us, but I have to relieve this huge pressure in my chest . . . "
"Well, Honest ABE, I didn't know we had a thing going on," she teased and smirked beautifully. One knee only turned toward me and flashed most of her perfect inner thighs at me. I watched her lips move and imagined my lips on hers, my tongue in her perfect, hot mouth; my heart raced faster. When she leaned to put her treasured hand on mine, I quickly pulled away and avoided contact. Her smile fell and she looked confused and maybe a bit hurt. I felt pained by the pain I saw in her. "Why did you do that? I was only teasing you about your name, Al."
"Yes, I know and that's not it. You know what 'bella' means and it was nothing but a simple compliment. I moved away because I thought your hand was going to 'burn' me. You
know
, or at least know that I believe, that you are
extremely hot
. I feel your natural radiance warming me and felt that if you touched me, I'd bubble away, my wax wings would melt and I'd burn and crash. How's
that
for mixed metaphors? You befuddle my mind. What
thing
am I risking? I feel I'm risking your friendship, your daily dose of pure, beautiful energy that enlivens me. I look forward to that dose of grace, and hate the thought of risking it. Here goes . . ."
I took a deep, nervous breath and decided to expose myself though Steve was still present. "I have no expectations of you. I look at your stunningly beautiful face and look hard for the least flaw. You're an easy 10, so I switch to a scale of 100 just so I can find the tiniest bit of imperfection. I can't find
anything
that mars your skin or facial beauty. I hate to say anyone is a 100, so I dig deep. For some, your thick eyebrows or the slightest bags under eyes should knock you down several points. In you, I see them and they don't diminish you in the least. One day you will sprout crows feet, and I'm sure they will blend perfectly just for you. I won't comment on your obvious features below your collar, well, except for one word - WOW!" I glanced blatantly at her tempting thighs again.
"I can say all this since I know I don't have a chance with you since you are so far out of my range. I feel your powerful spirituality and love your intelligence. You
are
