Tim knocked on the game room door and checked his attire for the fifth time, trying to make certain that he had dressed as Kelly had requested. Maybe it was because Kelly was about his mother's age, but Tim felt the need to please her. Maybe it was the child-like enthusiasm she had displayed over the idea of going dancing. Or maybe Anne's comments about Kelly's sexual inclinations that had him so obliging. He was also nervous.
It surprised him that Anne answered the door. She was wearing a red-checked flannel shirt over blue jeans and black loafers. Anne smiled at Tim and invited him in. As he stepped through the door, Anne moved into his arms and gave him a very warm kiss. While they kissed, she took his right hand and pushed it up under her shirt, placing it firmly against her breast.
Tim moaned and said, "Are you sure you want to encourage me like this just before I go out with another woman?" He chuckled when Anne winced at her tactical faux-pas.
"I guess this isn't the brightest idea I've ever had," she smirked. But to reassure Tim as to her thoughts, she pressed his hand more urgently into her breast.
"Kell can be very sexy, but she isn't me and I thought you liked something particular about me. I was hoping you would think about me while you were out," she pouted.
"Oh, I will definitely be thinking about you. But I didn't need a reminder for that. I spent most of the afternoon thinking about you. And Anne, there are several things in particular that I love, I mean...like about you."
Tim blushed, feeling nervous about the slip of the tongue. Anne didn't miss it either.
With unabashed hope in her eyes, Anne asked, "Does the word 'love' really belong in there somewhere?"
With some reluctance, Tim confessed, "Yeah, I guess it does. I just didn't think you would be real comfortable with that idea coming from a kid."
"A KID!" Anne choked. "Just because you are still in school or a little younger than I am doesn't make you a kid. Tim, you are a decent, mature, sensitive and understanding man. This I already know about you. And last night, you proved you are more of a man, physically, than I can handle. So drop this kid business. You, my dear sweet lover, are very much a man. Forgive me, but I just hope that I can hold on to you for a while. Okay, Tim?"
Tim dropped his head, feeling chastised for his lack of self appreciation. Seeing his distress, Anne cuddled him into her arms and stroked his hair. He smiled into her eyes and nodded his understanding of her remarks. They kissed.
"Well if I had known that you two were going to be like this, I could have stayed in my room," said Kelly in mock indignation.
Anne and Tim broke their embrace and turned to greet Kelly. Anne, who knew of Kelly's outfit for the evening, showed no reaction to her dress. Tim, however, dropped his jaw and gaped at her. Anne elbowed him in the ribs and told him to close his mouth. For her part, Kelly chuckled at having garnered such a reaction.
"I guess I better let you two get out of here. Enjoy your dancing," said Anne as she retreated through the kitchen and on upstairs.
Kelly spoke next, as Tim was still trying to appreciate the vision that stood before him.
"I suppose you will hear about your flagrant staring later. I hope she doesn't give you too bad a time over it. I did get sort of dolled up for you though, and I hoped you would like it. I did okay?" Kelly asked, striking several poses.
Tim was still taking it all in. Kelly wore a dark blue fitted strapless dress. Her breasts, more than ample for Kelly's lean frame, rested more on the bodice than in it. Tim wasn't sure if there wasn't a bit of dark aureole showing at the point of each shelf-like cup of the bodice. The dark fabric hugged her from the bodice to the hips. Her narrow waist accentuated her hips which flared beautifully. The dress loosened up at the legs, but only enough to allow room to walk. As she turned, Tim noted that getting the dress on, or off, for that matter, was facilitated by a zipper in the back that ran all the way down to the bottom of Kelly's butt. Every movement made Kelly's generous breasts jiggle and dance in the bodice.
Finally clearing his head a little, Tim began to answer her query.
"You did great. But I have to admit to getting urges about you that have nothing to do with dancing."
Kelly smiled conspiratorially and said, "If you like, we can do our dancing in my suite and do as much or as little dancing as we like. Does that sound okay to you?"
Tim blushed, "I'd be a liar if I said it didn't. But didn't you want to get out for a bit tonight?"
"It would be nice. But wouldn't it be a bit hard on you to be in public with me, where you couldn't do anything about those urges you mentioned?" Kelly asked,
"Maybe so. But for the sake of form, maybe we could go out for at least a little while. Is that okay with you?", Tim asked hopefully. He didn't want Anne thinking that he just up and went to bed with Kelly first thing. Although, since Anne saw Kelly's outfit, he thought she would believe it, even if she didn't like it.
"Sure. Anne might be hurt if we just headed back upstairs and never left the house."
"Thanks for understanding. Seems strange to worry so much about her feelings after only a day, but I do," Tim confessed.
"I knew that you were a sweet man. Most men would be quite happy to skip over the feelings of one lover if they thought they were about to have another," Kelly beamed. "I like you, Tim Mathews."
"Thanks again, Kelly. A fair number of women would be a bit catty about a situation where a man was torn between two of them. I guess we are all pretty decent people. Sort of...."
"What do you mean by 'sort of'?", Kelly asked, not sure if she should take offense.
"Well, to be blunt, if I am decent, why am I thinking what I am thinking about your attire and its contents?"
Kelly chuckled. "And would it be normal to see a woman decked out like this and not have such thoughts? If so, then I guess I really am over the hill and can give up."
"Oh you definitely aren't over the hill. Guess I am just not used to thinking such thoughts about a woman first thing. I just apologize if I get too preoccupied with your looks. You know, ogling you.'
"Well, Tim, if you want the truth, it would just make my night if you did just that. And a few other things as well."
Tim shifted and cleared his throat, in obvious discomfort.
"Well then, let's you and I go dancing," Kelly suggested.
"Okay! Let's go."
Kelly slipped her diminutive hand into Tim's and they turned for the door. Smiling, Kelly hugged herself to Tim's arm, pushing her breast dangerously close to spilling out of her dress. Tim couldn't fail to notice and Kelly couldn't help but feel gorgeous for having a good looking man ogle her figure, even if she was giving him every opportunity to do so.
Tim needed a couple of reminders about how to get to The Willows, but they made good time. Kelly suggested that they hit the dance floor first thing. Tim agreed. It was as if both wished to fulfill an obligation to have their evening out be as advertised, for Anne's sake. It surprised both of them that they fell into comfortable conversation and danced and talked a lot longer than either had thought they might.
Tim was pleasantly surprised by Kelly's energy and enthusiasm for his favored topics as well as her own. She proved to have a well-rounded mind, friendly spirit and warm heart. She was not the stereotypical dedicated professional who was interested in nothing outside of her profession and career. She was indeed, a charming woman. And her physical charms were no less impressive.
For her part, Kelly found Tim to be warm, kind and considerate of others' feelings. She even tried to steer him into talking about his night with Anne, but Tim would not betray one bit of their activities. She felt drawn to such a decent man. She had seen too many men who were a whole lot less considerate and desirable as traveling companions.
They hit it off beautifully and danced until almost midnight. Kelly uttered her surprise at having lost track of the time and suggested that they return home. Tim confessed to feeling like his weekend was catching up with him and agreed. Gathering themselves up, they headed for the door and Tim's car.
For all of their conversations on the dance floor, they were unexpectedly quiet during the drive back to Kelly's place. Tim kept his mind on driving and Kelly pensively observed Tim as he focused on the road. Kelly felt the wetness between her legs. With as little provocation as she'd had during the two and a half hours of dancing, she felt as though she must be fired by the desirability of Tim Mathews as a warm and sensitive man.
Very little of their conversations contained any sexually charged remarks. She was just very happy and excited about a nice guy. She mused over being so jaded that meeting a truly "nice guy" would turn her on this much. She squirmed.
As they pulled into the driveway, Kelly was wrestling with herself about something. Tim parked the car and shut the engine off. He turn to Kelly. He was about to say something, but stopped himself when he noted that she seemed to be thinking, staring at the dashboard. Suddenly aware of the silence around her, Kelly looked up to see Tim waiting patiently for her to indicate what was up.
"Oh, Tim. Would you mind very much if I didn't invite you up to my suite?" Tim could see her squirming.
"If you'd rather. If you want to be alone, that's okay," Tim offered.
"Damn it, Tim! That is not what I want. And you saying it's okay just makes it more certain that it isn't what I want," said Kelly fighting back tears.
"You have no idea how many men I have dated that would have mauled me a half a dozen times over, whether I was willing or not, during the course of a single date. And you! You do nothing more than occasionally glance at my breasts which I purposefully put on display for you tonight.
