Dobrilas Heart Ch 06

Chapter Six - Beyond Friendship

I awoke and stretched, glancing at the clock to see I had slept longer than anticipated. It was still early, so I still had plenty of time to get ready for dinner with Dobrila.

I looked over at Dolly lying beside me. I had been too tired to put her away earlier, and now she lay there on her back staring up at the ceiling with her mouth gaping open invitingly.

I moved my hand over her stomach to her vaginal opening and discovered she was still slippery and wet with my semen from a previous ejaculation (or three). I felt a pull between my legs as I recalled how nice Dolly's vagina always felt when lubricated with my semen and I thought momentarily of using her.

I quickly got out of bed before those thoughts could materialize further. This was the night I was going to sleep with Dobirla and it just seemed inappropriate not to save my lust and ardor for her. I placed Dolly into the closet, out of sight and out of mind, and got into the shower.

I cleansed my body carefully, using a washcloth to scrub my skin until it was pink, with attention to my groin and anal areas to ensure I would be as fresh and clean smelling as possible.

I towel-dried my hair, combed it into something reasonably neat, and then shaved. There was precious little in the way of manly stubble on my upper lip and chin, but I made the effort to make my face as smooth as possible and apply a bit of pleasant-smelling aftershave.

I briefly agonized over what I should wear before settling on my usual casual dinner attire: clean nylon jogging shorts and a fresh, clean t-shirt. Dobrila had, after all, made it clear that they would just be having their usual quiet and relaxed dinner together and then allowing the evening to unfold casually without any anxiety or tension.

Once dressed, I paced anxiously about the kitchen, performing little cleaning chores while keeping an eye on the clock. Finally, at the appointed usual time for dinner, I made my way across the hall to Dobrila's door and knocked softly.

I heard her voice calling me to come in and I opened her door and entered. Dobrila was nowhere to be seen, but the tantalizing aroma of her dinner simmering made my stomach growl. and I suddenly realized I had eaten almost nothing at all that day.

"I'll be right out, Jimmy," Dobrila called from the bathroom. "You can please open the wine for us, yes?... Is on the table."

I entered the kitchen and lifted the lid of the slow cooker to take a deeper whiff of her goulash, and my stomach grumbled once more. Looking around, I couldn't help but smile at how Dobrila had set the table with candles and dimmed the lighting to create an intimate, warm, and comfortable ambiance.

I opened the bottle of wine, appreciating the ease of doing so with her special 'Houdini' wine tool, and set the bottle on the table to breathe. As I did so, I heard her heels clicking on the tile floor in the hallway and turned just as she entered the kitchen.

My eyes widened in complete astonishment to see Dobrila wearing a rather skimpy pink nightie and stiletto-heeled shoes, and I did my level best not to gape in transfixed, open-mouthed appreciation like some kind of animated cartoon character with bulging eyes.

Her smile faded slightly as she noticed the look on my face. "Oh," she said, her eyes widening as she placed a hand on her chest, "I hope is okay I wore this nightie. You told to me last night how I should dress to be comfortable, yes?"

"Yes," I said with a broad smile as I suddenly found my voice. "It's perfectly all right, you should always feel free to dress comfortably in your own home. And, by the way, I think you look amazing."

Dobrila smiled as her cheeks flushed, "Thank you, Jimmy," she said. "Is very pretty nightie, yes?" she continued, turning to allow me to view it from all sides.

"It's beautiful," I responded truthfully, "And you look beautiful wearing it."

It was, indeed, beautiful although there seemed very little to it. It was completely backless, baring her almost to her buttocks cheeks with only a few daintily thin strips of material crisscrossing her shoulder blades to hold it in place. The bodice plunged revealingly, barely covering her breasts that swayed and bounced provocatively with even the tiniest of movements, and seemed perilously close to falling from the tenuous confines of the gown.

"Thank you," she said again. "I hope is also okay I wore heels tonight. Is a better look, I think to wear with this nightie, yes? A little dressier maybe?"

I looked down at her shoes and smiled appreciatively. It appeared her heels were at least four inches high and added at least that much to her overall height. The shoes shaped her calves beautifully and gave her legs the appearance of being longer.

"Dressier? Yes, definitely," I said with a smile, "And also very sexy."

Dobrila laughed as her cheeks flushed, obviously pleased.

"I like your hair this way too, Dobrila," I continued. "I don't think I've ever seen you with your hair down like this. It looks very nice." The way her dark hair framed her face enhanced and accentuated the brightness of her blue eyes in a very attractive way.

"Oh," she said, smoothing her hair self-consciously, "Thank you again. Why don't you pour us some wine while I get the dinner ready?" She said with a smile as she turned to attend to her slow cooker.

I poured wine into our glasses, all the while watching her as she busied about the kitchen in her little nightie, ladling the goulash from the slow cooker into a large serving dish. While I had long admired her body and the way it moved and shifted beneath her dresses, seeing her body move beneath the sheer fabric of her nightie was almost excruciatingly sensual. Without a bra to confine her breasts, they swayed and bounced alluringly as her nipples peaked the delicate fabric revealingly.

Dobrila placed the large bowl of goulash on the table and sat down beside me to serve it up onto our plates. The aroma was out of this world, and it took every ounce of my self-control to keep from wolfing it all down.

We raised our wine glasses to one another, clinking them together, and began to eat. While we ate, Dobrila related more information about her trip to San Diego, her sister, Beata, and their family business. I was surprised to hear how they planned to liquidate their San Diego assets and move the bulk of their business holdings to Las Vegas.

"Wow, that sounds great, Dobrila," I said, my mouth half full of goulash. "Does this mean you won't have to be going back and forth to California anymore?"

Dobrila nodded emphatically, "Yes, and Beata will also move to Las Vegas. We are even hoping to acquire a small off-strip, hotel/casino here too."

It suddenly occurred to me that I knew very little about the business she and Beata owned. When I asked to hear more about it, she happily shared additional details. To my surprise, I learned that she and her sister were quite wealthy, as their company owned several apartment buildings in Las Vegas, North Las Vegas, and Henderson, as well as properties in San Diego.

I raised my glass to her and congratulated her and Beata for their business success. "And also, a toast to the wonderful woman who cooked this incredible meal. It's delicious, Dobrila, I hope there will be lots of leftovers for tomorrow."

Dobrila laughed cheerfully, "Thank you, Jimmy, is pleasing to me that you like it. And, not to worry, when leftovers are gone, I can always make more for you."

"I hope maybe someday you might be willing to teach me how to cook such wonderful meals," I said. "It's something I've always wanted to learn to do."

"Of course, Jimmy," she returned with a surprised look. "I will be happy to show you what I know. Is easy to learn...is piece of pie, yes?"

I couldn't help but smile at her cute mangling of the common colloquial phrase to describe something easy. I would never have said anything, but she noticed my smile and raised an eyebrow.

"What is it?" she asked, giving me a curious look. "Did I say wrong?"

I shrugged and continued to smile, "A little bit, I guess. It's no big deal, I know what you meant."

"No, no, no..." she returned with a broad smile and a shake of her head, "I want to learn better English. So, please tell to me what it is I said was wrong."

"Okay," I said, taking a deep breath, "when you want to say that something is easy, you should say it's a piece of cake...not pie."

"Not pie?" she exclaimed, looking very surprised. "But I hear all the time from people that something is easy like a piece of pie."

I smiled broadly as I realized she was saying it correctly, just mixing up her pastries.

"Ah, I see now," I said. "There are two expressions for describing how easy something is. One is 'a piece of cake,' which means it's very easy--so easy it's like eating a piece of cake. The other is 'easy as pie.' Do you see what I mean? 'Easy as pie' and 'a piece of cake' mean the same thing."

We both laughed aloud and Dobrila leaned forward to kiss me lightly on my cheek. "Thank you, Jimmy, is good we can teach each other things, yes? Was good thing I didn't say 'easy like bagel', yes?" she added with a laugh.

"Or 'easy as bran muffin'," I returned with a laugh of my own.

"Or 'piece of cookie'," Dobrila laughed aloud, and I join in with her. Soon, both of us are laughing uproariously.

Any tension or anxiety, whether real or imagined due to the special significance of this particular evening, was completely wiped away as we laughed like the close friends we were.

Throughout dinner, did I happen to casually notice how her nightie had risen well above the middle of her plush thighs, and how gloriously smooth and shapely her legs looked in her stiletto heels? Was I also aware of how her unrestrained breasts jiggled and bounced beneath her nightie as we laughed? Of course I did. How could I not? I'm a card-carrying member of the male persuasion and, despite the warmth of our friendship, Dobrila is all woman.

I helped her clear the table. While she put the leftover goulash into a container and then into the refrigerator, I rinsed the dishes and loaded them into the dishwasher. Once again, it was difficult to avert my eyes from her as she moved around the kitchen, especially when she bent over to get the storage container from the bottom shelf of her cabinet and her nightie rose high enough to reveal the lower portion of her buttocks. It was only the briefest of glimpses, less than a second, but the smooth lips of her labia had clearly been visible between her thighs..

As we simultaneously finished and smiled at each other from across the kitchen, we heard the television that had been playing softly in the living room suddenly announce: "This...Is...Jeopardy!"

Dobrila's eyes widened and her mouth opened, forming a cheerful "O" as the theme music began to play. She quickly retrieved the vodka from the freezer, while I gathered two glasses. Together, we made our way into the living room and settled onto the sofa.

Dobrila poured us each a generous amount of vodka and we both booed good-naturedly when Mayim Bialik was introduced as the host. (We both preferred Ken Jennings.)

It was an evening much like all the others. We toasted the "fucking bullshit," guessed at answers, and laughed together--a typical night, with one possible exception: Dobrila was snugly nestled against me on the sofa. Her legs were curled against my thighs, and her filmy nightie had risen well above the middle of her thighs.

Her exposed legs were very pale, almost pure white, which gave strong evidence to the fact that despite living in sunny Las Vegas, she successfully avoided the sunshine as much as possible.

She smelled wonderful as well, clean, and fresh. Every time she moved to refill our glasses, her breast would brush against my arm and send a shiver of excitement through me.

When the show ended, Dobrila turned off the television and took both of my hands in hers. "Is nice sitting closer like this, yes?" she said, leaning her head on my shoulder.

"It's very nice, Dobrila, we should maybe sit together like this more often," I responded turning to kiss the top of her head. "I...um, I'm not really sure, I mean, I've never had a girlfriend to watch television with, but if I did, I'm pretty sure it would feel a lot like this."

She raised her head and smiled, "A girlfriend? Do you think of me like that, Jimmy? Am I your girlfriend?"

I smiled and nodded, "Yeah, I suppose it does kind of feel that way. Is it okay with you, though?"

Dobrila smiled, and when she did, her face was almost radiant. "I like it very much if you think of me as your girlfriend," she said, leaning forward to kiss me on my cheek. "I have never before been a girlfriend, is nice feeling. Is maybe a little odd because of our ages, but I still like it very much. So, does this mean that you are now my boyfriend?"

I couldn't help but smile, looking at it realistically, she and I often carried on as if we were somewhat romantically involved. "I guess that would be completely up to you, Dobrila, but I would like it if you did think so."

She smiled and bit her lower lip thoughtfully, "Since my husband passed away, there has been no man in my life, ever. Not even as a friend. You are the only one, Jimmy. So, yes, is very pleasing to me to think of you as my boyfriend."

I leaned in and kissed her lightly on her lips and we looked into each other's eyes and smiled. She reached a hand behind my head and pulled me to her for another kiss, A lingering kiss that quickly became passionate as our lips parted and our tongues mingled sensually.

I raised my hand to her chest, cupping her breast in my hand and caressing her tenderly. Dobrila moaned softly into my mouth and her lips suddenly felt very hot.

As our lips parted, we both were breathing heavier. "I hope it's all right that I touch you like this?" I said, giving her breast a gentle squeeze.

Dobrila nodded her head slowly, "Yes, is very much all right, Jimmy. Is no place on my body you can not touch."

We kissed again and this time her hand moved slowly along my thigh to trace the outline of my erection that was tenting the front of my shorts.

"I think maybe is time we continue talking in the bedroom, yes?" she gasped as our lips parted.

I swiftly stood and extended my hand, assisting her up from the sofa. In her heels, she towered several inches above me, prompting me to tilt my face up to meet her lips for a brief kiss. As we stood in front of the sofa, I held her securely in my arms, reveling in the sensation of her nearly nude body pressed against mine: large, plush, soft, and warm.

"Should I take off my shoes for you?" She said, smiling down at me.

I shook my head, somehow it excited me that she seemed more physically dominant in her heels. "Actually, I kind of like you this way," I said with a smile as I caressed her buttocks.

Dobrila laughed softly and nodded, "My husband was the same," she said a little wistfully, "He liked me to wear my heels all the time. And, even to bed when we had sex. Would you like me to do that for you too?"

The thought of her wearing her heels to bed was suddenly the sexiest thing I could imagine and I nodded, wanting it very much. "Only if you would like to." I said.

Dobrila bit her lower lip and smiled, "If is pleasing to you, Jimmy, then I want to very much."

I raised my face to hers and we kissed again tenderly. We then walked hand-in-hand down the darkened narrow hallway, the only light was a soft red ambient glow from Dobrila's bedroom. Dobrila entered her bedroom before me, then turned with a smile to take both of my hands to pull me gently inside toward her.

Standing together just inside her bedroom, she encircled my neck tenderly with her arms and pulled me close. She brought her lips to mine, and we kissed once again, her lips parted ever so sensually, and I surrendered completely to the exquisite sensuality of her kiss. I moved my hands down her back and over the swell of her buttocks cheeks as I once more became urgently erect.

"Is too many clothes you have on," she said, her voice husky with emotion as she lowered her hands to grasp the bottom of my T-shirt. In one swift movement, she pulled my shirt up as I raised my arms and pulled it over my head.

She kissed me again, her hands moved over my bare back. With only her filmy nightgown between us, felt the heat from her body as we pressed together, her breasts expanding against my chest.

"Come," she murmured as she broke our kiss, taking my hands and backing toward her bed. When the back of her legs touched her bed, she sat and looked up at me with a little smile. She reached up and slipped her fingers beneath the elastic waistband of my nylon shorts and, mindful of my erection, pulled them down over my hips and released them to fall to my ankles.

When my erection was released directly in front of her face, Dobrila inhaled sharply. "Oh, Jimmy, you have very nice penis," she said, pronouncing it in Polish as 'pen-yes'. She parted her legs and pulled me closer, leaning in to gently trace her lips over my stomach with little kisses and causing my abdominal muscles to spasm uncontrollably. She then lowered her head and lightly kissed the tip of my cock, and I flinched as if receiving an electric shock. The urgency of my imminent orgasm was suddenly upon me.

Dobrila backed her head away as my erection pulsed in front of her face in preparation to ejaculate. She smiled up at me as I gasped and held myself still, gritting my teeth to hold my orgasm in check as a tiny bead of precum formed at the tip of my cock.

"I think maybe is now the time for us, yes?" she said as she pulled away and moved onto the bed, reclining back and smiling up at me as she parted her legs. She reached up and took my hands, pulling me toward her as she moved farther onto the bed. I knelt on the bed between her splayed legs.

"Come to me, kochanie," she said softly, her eyes narrowing. She reached her hand out to me while the other hand raised her nightgown.

As I lowered my hips toward her, I felt an instant pang of anxiety. I knew the mechanics of intercourse, but my only experience had been with Dolly, whose gaping plastic vagina was impossible to miss. But, Dobrila was a very real woman and I was not at all sure I could find her vagina as easily.

"I...Dobrila...I...don't know..."

"Look at me, Jimmy, look in my eyes," she said.

I raised my eyes to hers and she gave me a little smile, "Is not to worry, kochanie, because I am here with you."

Keeping my eyes on hers, I eased my pelvis toward her body, and as I did so, she reached between us to lightly grasp my cock with the tips of her fingers. I slowly lowered my body toward her, acutely aware of how her plush thighs seemed to welcome me between her legs with a sensuality that took my breath away.

She gently guided cock until I felt the tip touch her labia. She pressed the tip to her, sliding it up and down between her lips until I suddenly f felt a gush of slick warmth against the tip of my cock. She pulled me into her gently as I pressed forward and felt my cock begin to penetrate the exquisitely tight confines of her vagina.

The instant I began to slide into her, I gasped as the sensation quite literally left me breathless. Time suddenly seemed to move in ultra-slow motion and I was acutely aware of every minute physical nuance of her vagina. In that one blink of a nanosecond, realization crashed over me like a tidal wave and I understood with crystal clarity what a ridiculously pathetic and inadequate joke Dolly's simulated plastic vagina had been. The exquisite warmth of Dobrila's tight vagina completely overwhelmed my senses and I gasped as she began to pull me deeper inside her with her hands on each side of my hips. The luxuriantly slick walls of her vagina seemed to squeeze and caress me so firmly that I immediately felt my orgasm beginning to rise like an unstoppable runaway freight train even before I could penetrate her with the full length of my cock.