It was five o'clock Friday evening as I walked in the front door of my house and began shedding clothes on my way to the shower. As the water was coming to temperature I looked at my face in the mirror. I'm not a vain man by any definition, but every so often I just need to see what if any changes have occured since my last perusal.
My hair is light brown and in the last few years there has been a noticeable retreat of my hairline. If it kept going I vowed to shave it bald instead of fighting it.
My eyes were a crystal clear blue that all of my former girlfriends enjoyed looking into so deeply that at times I actually felt self conscious about it. They all commented on how those blue orbs were the first thing they noticed when they looked at my face.
My nose had a slight hook to it. The result of a fight in high school when the guy I was fighting gave me an unexpected head butt and broke my nose. I won the fight and the hearts of several girls. One of whom was my sister Samantha's best friend Angela. I smiled as I remembered Angela coming to my room to see if I was OK.
My mouth always had a permanent grin. The corners of my lips had always been upturned. I thought the smile gave me a look of quiet confidence.
Not an ugly face, but not the face of a male model either.
I usually only did my inspections in between girlfriends. This was no exception. Stephanie, my last girlfriend had broken up with me just a little over a month ago. Same old story. She loved me but didn't know if she was in love with me. Just like my other girlfriends she used the most stupid reason for breaking up with me. "You are such a good man. I don't deserve to be with you." Give me a fucking break. If I am so good then stick around and become the woman that deserves me.
I sigh as I turn around and step into the now warm shower. I let the water wash over me. Letting my mind go blank as I begin to wash away the sweat and grime from work. Five minutes later I step from the shower feeling all new and shiny. As I dry off I begin to wonder if or when I will ever find that one woman who wasn't afraid to be treated good for the rest of her life.
I wrapped the towel around my waist and went to the kitchen to start dinner. I was debating what to cook when the phone rang. The caller ID showed it was my sister Samantha calling. "What's up Sam?" I asked when I answered.
"SSDD. What are you doing right now?"
"Getting ready to grill a steak I think."
"Got one for your little sis?"
"Sure come on over. Door's unlocked so just let yourself in when you get here."
I left the kitchen and began to pick up the trail of clothes from my entry when she walked in the door. "Let me guess. You called from your car in my driveway." It was more of a statement than a question.
"You know me so well Bill."
"Give me a few to change and I'll get the grill going. You know where the drinks are so help yourself."
"You don't have to change just because I'm here." She said coyly.
I shook my head as I picked up the rest of my clothes on the way to my room dumping them in the clothes basket when I got there. I grabbed a fresh t shirt from the closet and pulled on a pair of denim shorts, going commando. When I got back to the kitchen Samantha was tipping a beer to her lips. This was a little shocking since wine was her drink of choice. I always kept at least two bottles on hand just in case she dropped by. The beer was usually for when my friends stopped by to watch a game on my flat screen. I didn't drink any more. I quit a few years back when I woke up next to a stripper in her apartment three years ago.
I had gone out to get over another break up and found myself at a so called gentleman's club.I spent almost $400 on dinks and lap dances. Most of the dances had been courtesy of the girl I woke up with. When "Candy" woke up she was just as out of it as I was and was polite at first before trying to rush me out the door. I drove home hoping that I had had the sense to wear a condom. I vowed that if I did not get an STD I would swear off all alcohol in the future. It still amazed Samantha and my friends that I could sip iced tea while they all got hammered around me.
"Make a salad while I get these things burning on the grill." I said on my way out the door. I soon had the steaks going and went back in for a glass of that tea. Samantha was chopping tomatoes when I came in. With the onions, olives, mushrooms and peppers she had already diced this looked like a great salad in the making.
As I poured my tea I took a look at my sister. We had always been confused for twins growing up, in spite of the fact I was two years older. She had the same brown hair, now with blonde highlights which made her look twenty instead of her almost thirty years. The same blue eyes. And I was sure if my nose were straight it would look very similar to hers. She even had the same upturn at the corners of her mouth that gave her more of an impish expression all the time.
My eyes strayed to Samantha's body. At 5'9" she was five inches shy of my 6'2". Her long well muscled legs were bare up to mid thigh where her skirt started. The skirt was an airy cotton dyed a light blue that almost matched her eyes. Her blouse was also light blue and the bottom hem was just above her recently pierced navel. I had given her crap about the piercing when she got it, but I actually thought it looked good on her. Her body was well toned from yoga, which she had been doing since college. I marveled at her 36D breasts. I noticed as she began to toss the greens and other ingredients how her breasts had just the right amount of bounce to them. As usual she was not wearing a bra and the swaying of her breasts had started her nipples to react. I saw her look over at me checking her out and quickly took a sip of tea. I could swear she smiled as I headed out saying I needed to flip the steaks.
