Dobrila's Heart

Chapter four -- Dobrila

Standing in line to board the plane for her brief flight to Las Vegas, Dobrila sighed impatiently and shook her head at the absurdity of these short monthly trips to San Diego. The plane fare was relatively cheap for such a short flight, but when one considered the taxi and UBER fares to and from airports, hotels, and home, the ground transportation often totaled more than the flight itself.

"Is all just fucking bullshit," she muttered to herself, evoking a smile as she gave voice to the Jeopardy toast she and Jimmy had coined and used every night during the show.

The trips were, of course, somewhat of a necessary evil, serving to maintain personal and business contact with her sister, Beata. When together, they were able to make plans for expanding their company's holdings, sign necessary business documents, and attend meetings with prospective clients and lawyers. This particular trip had been especially rewarding, as she and Beata had finalized their plan to consolidate and liquidate most of their San Diego holdings, with the ultimate goal of relocating the entire company to Las Vegas.

In the Las Vegas area, their company already owned and managed five high-rise apartment buildings and hoped to add several more once the San Diego liquidation was finalized. Negotiations were also underway to possibly acquire an off-strip hotel/casino. Once everything was finalized, Beata would then move to Las Vegas, a pleasant prospect for both sisters to live closer.

The monthly visits also coincided with her monthly appointments with her cardiologist who resided in San Diego.

She was born with hypoplastic left heart syndrome, a condition that had gone completely unnoticed by her doctors throughout her childhood due to its mildness and only began to manifest meaningful symptoms in early adulthood. In simple terms, the left side of her heart was too small to effectively pump a sufficient amount of blood through her body. This condition had worsened over the years as she grew and matured and was now closely monitored by her cardiologist. His prognosis had remained consistent for many years: she should avoid overexertion or stress, maintain a heart-healthy diet, abstain from alcohol, and most importantly, lose weight. However, her passion for cooking and love of good food and vodka left her with little inclination to comply. If her beloved lifestyle shortened her life, so be it, she accepted her fate. Her quality of life mattered more to her than a few additional years.

She and Beata were both extremely wealthy thanks to the business built by her husband and left to them after his passing. She could live comfortably for the rest of her life, however long that might be.

Entering the plane, she looked around and was pleased to note the occupancy was relatively light, she stowed her soft-shell overnight luggage under the seat in front of her and settled into a window seat.

She sighed and closed her eyes as the plane began to taxi. Tiredness weighed on her, the result of a restless night following the surprisingly intimate phone conversation she had with Jimmy. Recalling the events of the evening, she couldn't help but smile, feeling a blush of warmth spread across her cheeks.

Last night, Jimmy had spent the night at her apartment looking after her beloved cat, Malenka. She had called Jimmy from her hotel room so they could watch Jeopardy together, something that had become an enjoyable nightly ritual for them.

They had both consumed more vodka than usual during the show, which had also probably lowered their inhibitions more than usual as well. Then, as often happened after the Jeopardy program ended, their conversation would continue, often incorporating topics of a more personal nature, and occasionally even more intimate subjects than would normally happen in most platonic relationships.

It all began innocently enough last night when she mentioned, in an offhand way, that before meeting and befriending Jimmy, she would usually wear nothing but her nightgowns around the apartment, explaining how she found them to be light, airy, and less restrictive than her dresses and infinitely more comfortable, especially during the summer months.

Jimmy had then expressed his opinion on the difference between men's and women's clothing and fashion. He noted how men's clothing fabrics lacked the softness and sensuality of most clothing made for women, and expressed a curiosity as to why, for example, lingerie was primarily for women only. He thought it was sad that men couldn't experience the sensual comfort of wearing loose-fitting nightgowns, for instance.

Dobrila had readily agreed and even encouraged him to experience the sensuality for himself by trying on one of her nightgowns and directed him to one hanging behind the bathroom door.

Reticent at first, Jimmy's curiosity finally got the better of him and he eventually complied. He had been so completely overwhelmed by the sheer sleek sensuality of her nightgown that he, almost immediately, began to lose control of his emotions.

Pleased by his physical reaction to the sensuality of her nightie, she then had further encouraged him to explore his feelings and that, if he felt the need, it was completely all right for him to masturbate in her nightgown. She had become more than a little aroused herself by the intimacy of their conversation and hearing his plaintive sighs as he reached orgasm, had driven her over the edge and her orgasm quickly followed.

They had both been completely astonished by the intimate turn of events and afterward, each had expressed how pleasant the shared experience had been. He surprised her by saying he wished he could have been there with her when her orgasm happened. She too had had the same inclination as she listened to the sound of his voice as he reached orgasm. In her heart though, she knew that if they had been together, she would have allowed him to lose his virginity with her in the heat of the moment.

She candidly expressed those very thoughts to Jimmy, telling him how she cared for him too much to allow him to give up his virginity so carelessly. His first sexual experience should be something special and with someone he genuinely cared for, rather than just a drunken opportunity as might have happened had they been together last night.

Jimmy then openly admitted that his feelings for her went beyond the normal boundaries of platonic friendship. He expressed that if given the choice to be with any woman in the world to share his first intimate experience, he would choose her.

She had been quite surprised to hear his shockingly candid admission. It had also pleased her very much to imagine Jimmy thinking of her sexually, especially when one considered she was old enough to be his mother and many pounds heavier than what a substantial majority of young men Jimmy's age would even consider to be physically or sexually attractive.

She had long been aware that her feelings for Jimmy ran much deeper than platonic friendship, but never suspected that his feelings for her might be mutual. But, not wishing to delve deeper into such a delicate matter over the phone, she proposed they should discuss the matter of their feelings when she returned home.

Recalling their conversation in the sober light of day, she couldn't help but wonder if possibly it had been the vodka influencing his emotional rhetoric and not necessarily his true feelings. She sighed heavily and pressed her lips together thoughtfully. That was going to be the most important topic for discussion they would have today and something she very much needed to understand truthfully before she could even think of ever allowing herself to ever become more intimately involved with Jimmy.

Physically, the gap in their ages seemingly precluded any potential relationship beyond platonic friendship. Jimmy, at twenty-two, was half her age; she, at forty-four, was exactly twenty-two years older than Jimmy. Her eyes widened in mild surprise as she pondered that it had also been twenty-two years since her husband's passing. A smile tugged at her lips as she took note of that recurring number. It occurred to her also that she had not engaged in sexual intimacy with a man since her husband's passing. Twenty-two years. Quite the coincidence, she mused. In essence, she and Jimmy shared a significant sexual commonality.

She missed the physical intimacy of sexual intercourse. Harold, her husband, had been her only sexual partner; she had entered their marriage as a virgin on their wedding night.

Her first intercourse had been a reasonably pleasant experience, albeit moderately painful with a minor amount of bleeding. And, while she did not receive the physical pleasure of orgasm, she took great pleasure in the fact that Harold had experienced a great deal of pleasure with her. So intense was his need and desire that night, she quite literally felt the force of each of his ejaculations happening inside her and the sublime slippery sensation of his sperma filling her.

They made love every day for many weeks and each time it became more and more enjoyable to have him inside her. But, for all their efforts, she was still unable to reach orgasm during intercourse. She would instead relieve her frustrations through masturbation while in the shower or bath.

While never having an orgasm had been somewhat of a disappointment for her, she still found a tremendous amount of pleasure in the act of giving her body to her husband for his pleasure. She cherished that final exquisite moment when he reached orgasm, crying out softly to her in his release, thrusting gently as his penis swelled inside her and pulsed with each of his ejaculations. At those moments, she would cradle him lovingly in her arms and move her hips to match his rhythm, their bodies molded into one as he surrendered to her completely.

She came to love the sensation of his penis inside her, and the way it swelled the walls of her vagina so beautifully when he reached orgasm. And, while she loved it when his orgasm was gentle, sweet, and loving, she also loved it very much when he would assert his virility and take her with greater urgency and force, tightening his arms around her, sometimes almost painfully, and thrusting the entire length of his erection into her forcefully until he reached orgasm and then continuing to thrust hard with each ejaculation. She loved it when Harold would take her that way, losing himself in his desire and using her body as a means to satiate his lust. She came to think of those encounters as fucking, and more specifically, being fucked. She much preferred the English words, fuck and fucking, to their Polish equivalent as they just seemed so much more appropriate than lovemaking.

Sadly though, in all their years of marriage, she had never achieved orgasm with her husband, nor had she ever become pregnant.

When her husband's illness made intercourse impossible for him, she discovered a whole new realm of sexual enjoyment and pleasure by relieving his sexual frustration through masturbation whenever he felt a need.

The first time she masturbated her husband was accidental while she was giving him a soothing sponge bath as he lay in bed. It was also her very first experience with male genitalia other than intercourse and had never explicitly seen a man's penis and scrotum so up close and personal.

He had moaned softly when she moved the soapy sponge over him and watched with wide-eyed fascination as his penis became erect and, as she took him into her hand and began to stroke him lovingly, he then began to ejaculate with a soft sigh of pleasure.

She was surprised to discover how very arousing those masturbation sessions with her husband could be and would usually rush off right away to attend to her own physical needs, masturbating in the bathroom.

Over those months when Harold was bedridden, she became completely enamored with the male ejaculation experience and especially with sperma. She loved to watch him ejaculate and feel the warmth of his sperma flowing into and over her fingers and hand. When she eventually tasted his sperma, licking it from her fingers, she discovered it to be also a very pleasant experience. She very much loved the slick viscous feeling of it inside her mouth as well as the musky-scented taste. Wishing to experiment even more, she then learned to bring him to orgasm with her mouth and, on those occasions, she would take his entire load of sperma into her mouth almost hungrily and lovingly swallow everything he had to give her.

Even though Harold's eventual passing had been anticipated and not surprising, it remained a profoundly sad occasion for her and Beata. Their marriage had been more a matter of convenience than love, serving as a means for her and Beata to leave Poland and settle in the United States. While love was never openly discussed between her and Harold, she still held a deep affection for him.

After allowing a respectful period for grieving, Beata started encouraging her to seek companionship with another man. She was open to meeting new people, particularly men. However, most of the men she encountered, often through their business associations, were either married or simply uninterested in a woman of her plus-sized stature.

As a pragmatic woman, she came to terms with the idea that she might never find another partner. To fulfill her physical needs, she began earnestly delving into the realm of self-gratification. Exploring local sex shops, she perused the array of aids designed for women, and over several months, she acquired numerous items for her pleasure. Many were discarded after only a few uses, viewed as mere exploratory ventures. Her bedside drawer overflowed with the remnants of her sex toy purchases. She frowned, thinking a dildo was a poor substitute for a real man.

It would be nice to have sex again after so many years. Truth be told, she would not be at all opposed to having sex with Jimmy. As a young man -- with "young" being the operative pejorative in her mind -- Jimmy possessed several very appealing physical qualities. He was small in stature and slight of build, characteristics she found especially attractive in a man. She disliked big, swarthy, muscular men with hairy chests and legs, none of which Jimmy had. He was exactly her type, the kind of man she often fantasized about: more Michael J. Fox than Jason Momoa, for example.

She would know more and would better be able to make a decision about her relationship with Jimmy once she got home and they had a chance to talk.

Home. As the thought of home entered her head, the pilot was announcing the approach to the Harry Reid International Airport.

After a somewhat lengthy traverse from the landing gate to the terminal, her legs and back were aching. Thankfully her UBER vehicle was at the pickup point waiting for her.

Dobrila eased into the back seat of the UBER vehicle for the long drive home to her apartment on the city's north side. She had already settled on a price and paid the driver in advance, a bearded man of Middle Eastern descent who seemed to be genuinely more interested in her breasts than negotiating the fare and, as he slowly pulled out into the ubiquitous bumper-to-bumper traffic that always seemed to mire the airport's passenger pick-up zone, she leaned her head back into the soft yielding headrest and sighed.

Her lips curled into a smile as she noticed the driver surreptitiously adjusting his rear-view mirror to reflect down onto her legs. A glance down brought a warm flush to her cheeks to see her dress had risen much higher on her legs than her normal modesty would ever allow.

Rather than being offended by his physical attention, she was, in fact, even moderately pleased by it as that kind of attention was certainly not an everyday occurrence for her. She could almost feel his eyes moving over her legs and, even though she realized he was not able to see much more than a few inches beneath her dress, she shamelessly allowed herself to feel a titillating flush of excitement from his attention.

She turned her head to look out the window, putting the driver and his lecherous peeking out of her mind for the moment as her thoughts returned to her friendship with Jimmy.

Other than her sister, Beata, Jimmy was the dearest friend she had in the world, and she would never wish to do anything to harm that relationship. Truth be told, she was not opposed to having sex with Jimmy. But would having sex, even just one time, alter the friendship that she so cherished?

Losing one's virginity was a rather special occasion for most people and, if Jimmy was, indeed, sincere in his feelings for her sexually, she would do her best to make that special occasion as memorable for him as possible. To pass the time, she created a mental checklist as to how she would prepare her body for him, washing her hair and soaking in a hot sudsy tub. She would shave her legs glossy smooth and also remove the hair between her legs. She would apply softly scented body lotion to her entire body to be sensually smooth and soft and be as pleasingly presentable to Jimmy as she possibly could. She might not be nineteen with a svelte figure, but she certainly knew what pleased a man's senses.

Even if it comes to pass that there will be no sex, she still smiled in anticipation of a long hot soak in bath-oiled water, and was pleased that she had had the foresight to prepare tonight's dinner before she left for San Diego.

All the ingredients for a wonderful Hungarian goulash were already prepared in a large ceramic crock pot in the refrigerator. All that was needed was to place the pot into the slow-cooker base and let it cook until dinner time.

As the UBER vehicle pulled to the curb in front of her apartment building, Dobrila thanked the driver, handing him a ten-dollar tip. She would normally tip her driver twenty dollars but after the liberties he had taken with his rear-view mirror, she thought ten was probably even more than he deserved.

As she stepped from the vehicle, she noticed Jimmy approaching with a broad welcoming smile. Her heart soared, thinking it endearingly sweet that he was there to greet her.

(The story continues in Dobrila's Heart - Ch. 05)