Chapter Five - Of Friendship and Dziewictwo (Virginity)
After a completely restless night during which he hardly slept at all, Jimmy paced Dobrila's apartment like some kind of demented caged animal. He checked, double-checked, and triple-checked to ensure that every one of last night's sexual transgressions had been completely erased.
Her dressmaking form was thoroughly cleaned, redressed in its nylon cover, and affixed upon its stand... check. The dressmaking stand was placed exactly where he had found it, with each of its five castors placed into the precise carpet indentations they had previously rested... check. The bed was made and triple-checked for errant semen stains... check. There was very little he could do about the panties he had borrowed from her dirty clothes hamper, several still stiffened with dried semen. He had returned them to the bottom of the hamper where he had found them, beneath her other laundry, and hoped that Dobrila might just toss them into the washing machine without noticing anything amiss.
With his phone, he checked the flight status of Dobrila's flight, noting the departure and arrival times, and then rechecked several more times as the morning progressed. He was attempting to calculate how long it would take Dobrila to make her way through the airport, locate her UBER driver, and the driving time from the airport to home, which would likely take a minimum of forty to forty-five minutes depending on traffic.
Her plane landed several minutes earlier than scheduled, which theoretically would make her arrive home slightly earlier than expected. He sighed and flopped down on her sofa, trying to relax and not feel so stressed and anxious.
"Yeah, right. Like that was going to happen," he thought to himself. Dobrila wanted to have a discussion about the previous night, and he felt more than a little apprehensive about what she might have to say. He hoped he hadn't overstepped the bounds of their friendship by being so open and honest about his feelings for her.
But, in his defense, it had sure seemed like the right and perfect time. They had, after all, masturbated while on the phone together and that intimacy had given him the confidence to be completely honest with her.
It had actually taken him quite some time to be completely honest with HIMSELF when it came to his feelings for Dobrila. When he first met her, his initial impression was that she seemed very nice and even quite attractive. Beyond that, however, he paid scant attention to her, noting peripherally that she was somewhat unattractively plus-sized and probably of his mother's generation and age.
It's difficult to say how, from his initial somewhat negative impression, he had become so infatuated with her body. This change certainly didn't occur quickly; rather, it happened gradually over time, beginning with a brief fleeting notice of how her breasts shifted beneath her dress. Soon after, he began to observe how her body moved with a sensuality he never imagined from a plus-sized woman.
His infatuation grew as occasional glimpses of her deep cleavage occurred as she bent over for something. He began to wonder how it would feel to have sex with such a big woman and even occasioned a wish that Dolly could be inflated to Dobrila's generous proportions so he could get a better sense of what that might be like..
Last night, lying in bed with her dress form, a sculpted exact replica of her body, his fantasy of being with her had become slightly more of a reality. He discovered a profound sensuality that he would never soon forget.
Glancing at the clock, and guessing her arrival time, he reasoned he had a ten to fifteen-minute window for her arrival, depending on traffic. He sighed and stood, making his way down to the front entrance to wait for her arrival. If he had done his calculations correctly, she should be arriving within the next fifteen minutes.
He sat down on the steps, peering out of the large window beside the front door of the building. Six minutes later, a vehicle pulled up and stopped at the curb in front of the building.
Jimmy jumped up and clapped his hands together elatedly. His calculations had been damn near perfect. He opened the front door just as Dobrila emerged from the rear door of the vehicle and was treated to a beautiful glimpse of her lovely thick legs when, as she slid from the seat, her dress rode up very high on her thighs.
As he approached, she looked up and smiled. It was a warm, happy smile that seemed to say she was genuinely pleased to see him--a good sign that hopefully boded well for their upcoming discussion.
"You were waiting for me, yes?" she said, dropping her small, soft-sided overnight case to embrace him warmly.
"I was, yes. Welcome home," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her close as she kissed his cheek affectionately.
He picked up her carry-on, and she took his arm as they made their way to the front door of the building. Along the way, he proudly related how he had tracked her flight departure time and calculated her exact arrival home within a ten-minute window.
Dobrila nodded appreciatively and smiled as she led the way to her apartment door while telling him about the dinner preparations she had made before leaving and how she only needed to activate the slow cooker.
As soon as Dobrila entered the apartment, little Malenka began to meow her little cat face off and almost tripped her by rushing around between her legs in a mild feline panic until Dobrila finally bent and picked her up to cradle her in her arms, where she purred with an astonishing volume.
"I think she is happy to see me, yes?" she said, smiling at Jimmy who returned her smile and nodded enthusiastically.
"If you will please to put on a kettle of water for a nice cup of tea, I will get the dinner started in the slow cooker," she said as she proceeded with the dinner preparations, taking the ceramic pot from the refrigerator, placing it into the heating element, and switching it on, setting the timer for an eight-hour cook.
"We will have a nice goulash tonight for dinner, yes?" she said, giving Jimmy a smile as she patted the lid of the slow cooker.
They sat at the kitchen table with their tea and some leftover pastries from the day before. Dobrila spoke casually of her trip, the family business meeting with her sister Beata, as well as her visit to her cardiologist's office.
"And?" asked Jimmy, sipping from his cup with a look of concern, "What did the cardiologist have to say?"
She sighed heavily, a frown creasing her brow as she waved her hand dismissively. "Is always the same with him. He is nice man but, every time is the same, is always, 'Dobrila, you have to lose weight,' 'Dobrila, you have to eat healthier,' 'Dobrila, you have to stop drinking alcohol.'"
"Maybe we should think about doing more of those heart-healthy things," Jimmy offered helpfully.
She smiled and patted his hand, "Oh, Jimmy, is not for me all those things. I enjoy my life. I love to cook and to eat good food, and you know how I like my vodka too. The doctor says maybe I will live longer if I do these things..." She shrugged, "So what if... I live longer but am not happy in my life. To me is easy to decide."
"But your heart is okay?" he asked.
Again, she frowned and lifted her hand to rock it back and forth as if to say so-so. "He says is okay for now, but not so good. He says my heart is too small for my body and has to work too hard. Has been this way all my life."
Jimmy nodded and looked more than a little concerned.
"Is enough about me and my stupid heart, yes?" she said, sitting back in her chair and regarding Jimmy with a smile. "Is time I said thank you for taking care of my Malenka. Was very nice of you to stay here with her." She leaned forward and placed her hand on his arm. "Was also a very good thing for my heart to know you were here to look after her."
Jimmy smiled and nodded, "Of course, Dobrila. I'm happy to do it absolutely any time you need me. Especially if it helps your heart."
Dobrila smiled and squeezed his arm affectionately. She stood and took the empty cups to the sink and then took his hand, "Come," she said, "we have other, more important things to talk about, yes?"
She led him into the living room, and they sat side by side on the sofa. Noticing a hint of anxiety on his face, she offered a tentative smile. "So... last night, yes?" she began hesitantly, looking directly into his eyes. "Was for me a very surprising thing... when we masturbowaΕ siΔ (masturbated) together, yes?"
Jimmy nodded, her Polish word was close enough to masturbation for him to understand without translation. "It was a surprise for me too," He responded with a self-conscious smile, "I thought it was a very nice thing to happen, though. And...well...I mean, I'm not sorry it happened either. Are you?"
She smiled broadly and shook her head, "No, not sorry. Was a very nice thing for me too," she said, giving him a warm smile. She leaned closer, "Was for me also very nice orgazm," she added with a little wiggle of her eyebrows, and they both laughed.
"For me too," he said, blushing slightly as even more laughter ensued.
Dobrila paused and pursed her lips thoughtfully. She reached to take both of his hands in hers and looked directly into his eyes. "Okay, Jimmy, I have three things I need to know about last night... and I need for you to tell to me the truth, yes?"
Jimmy nodded, ready to be as honest with her as he could.
"Okay, first..." she said, holding up one finger, "Last night, she began hesitantly, "you said some very nice things about me...and about my body, yes?"
Jimmy nodded, remembering his words very well.
"Okay," continued Dobrila, "is important for me to know now if maybe was because of too much vodka you said those things?" she asked, raising one eyebrow.
Jimmy's eyes widened in surprise and he shook his head adamantly, "No, Dobrila, absolutely not. I mean, I don't think I drank more vodka than we would normally drink while watching Jeopardy together."
Dobrila smiled a little sheepishly, "Was maybe not the same for me, yes?" she offered, "I had drinks even before we talked on the telephone."
"I could sort of tell," he responded with a good-natured laugh. "You tended to slur your words occasionally."
"Oops," she said, placing her fingertips over her mouth as she laughed. "Is for me a little embarrassing, yes?"
"I think maybe the vodka did help me, though," he continued, "I mean...if anything, I think it maybe gave the courage to be honest with you about my feelings."
She smiled, pleased by his answer. "Then, thank you for saying to me such nice things. Has been many years for me to hear such nice words."
