One wet December afternoon, this story came to me.
I only just started writing recently and I find it amazing to create characters, who I then fall in love with. I do really want them to enjoy themselves and worry that the world may not respect them when the story gets published. Each story takes a lot of energy and gives it back too. Hope you enjoy it. Please feel free to send me you comments and tips to be a better writer.
He.
It had been a great party.
"Shit, 58 years." Thought Jack.
"How did that happen?"
He sat quietly, watching.
Friends and family said their goodbyes.
And left.
Only one left was her, Lina.
He had watched her all evening.
She was like a magnet.
Drawing his eyes to her.
Occasionally glancing, smiling at him.
Her grey eyes sparkling with mirth.
He had seen her, last week.
At her parents' home.
They had been friends for many years.
Lina was best friends with Jacks daughter Eve.
Jacks kids were gone.
Off to lead their own lives.
As soon as the last one left, so did she.
That bitch dumped him.
For a stuffed suit with a fancy sports car and buckets of money.
At least he didn't have to pay alimony. It was her own doing.
But Jack was lonely.
Even with good friends to support him, he missed it.
That deep intimacy, that loved feeling.
And he missed the physical contact, the warmth, the sex.
Jack shook his head. He had drifted away in thought.
After last week, when he saw her, Lina.
He had been obsessed.
She had worn yoga pants, a large T-shirt on top tied to the side in a knot.
No bra, Jesus! no bra! Her tits were magnificent.
Her flat tummy exposed. That rowing team had kept her in shape.
Perfect rounded ass above mile long legs and feet stuffed into some snazzy
sneakers.
He couldn't shake that vision.
Her long, raven black hair, framing her pretty face, and her piercing grey eyes, had haunted Jack's dreams.
Jimi Hendrix's Little Wing echoed in his head "Well she's walking through the clouds."
He had masturbated all week to that vision, knowing it was just fantasy, but still.
And tonight, he watched it. His eyes couldn't be without her for more than a minute.
Feasting on her as she gracefully glided around the room.
A summer T-shirt, no bra, "JESUS! NO BRA!" screamed in Jack's head.
A summer skirt, Ra-Ra, just long enough to cover the rounding's of her perfect butt.
All above those long, tanned perfect thighs, those shapely calves, made even longer by her high heeled open-toe shoes.
Her toenails were manicured, and painted a very pale light pink, just as were her fingernails.
"Perfection." Thought Jack.
Jimi again "When I'm sad, she comes to me, with a thousand smiles."
He had excused himself and jerked off in the bathroom, to release the pressure in
his jeans.
She was twenty-five. Less than half his age.
Standing there, looking all perfect.
"Not fair." He thought. "Out of my league."
"She's torturing me with those glances, those smiles."
"But still, a guy can dream."
She
She saw him.
Watching.
That was last week, and she had not forgotten.
He had always been there, in her life. From the day she was born.
He was almost family.
Good friends with her parents.
She had always loved him somehow.
He had an air about him.
Calm, quiet, strong. He had authority.
Didn't waste words.
But always kind. Especially to her.
He was generous with gifts, for birthdays and Christmas.
Thoughtful gifts, stimulating and encouraging of her interests.
He listened to her, sympathised, consoled. But he listened.
And she loved his wicked dark humour. He made her laugh.
But she had seen it. Last week.
That look. It was different, It was predatory.
And something had moved her.
Frightened her slightly.
But also exciting her.
In the pit of her stomach, in her neck, and face, she felt it.
Like just before the first peak of a roller coaster.
He was sizing her up, just like many other men had done.
She knew that look all too well.
Except this was different.
He wasn't drunk, or loud.
He was stone-cold, admiring her body in a most sexual way.
It had thrilled her, sending shivers down her spine.
And he was handsome.
He had lost weight, grown a very tidy beard, very macho.
Since that bitch had left him.
Lina couldn't understand why.
Why hook up with that pompous ass, leaving your one true love broken.
Lina hated her for it. Jack hadn't deserved that.
He had always taken care of her.
At least her parents, and their other friends had supported him.
But Lina had felt his pain too. She felt betrayed too.
Her boyfriend had dumped her, several months ago.
This evening, they had not yet spoken, apart from a "Hello, how are you."
And a chaste kiss on the cheek.
But they had connected.
His eyes had searched hers.
She had seen him, watching her.
Again.
Predatory.
Now and then she looked up, into his eyes, and smiled across the room.
He seemed distracted, hypnotised.
His every conversation was punctuated by glances, admiring glances.
He had raised his glass to her once, causing a wide grin on her face.
