The Plain Girl Chapter 4 - Claire's Song - Sex Stories

The Plain Girl Chapter 4 - Claire's Song

Around 5:30 pm there was the usual kitchen lull that sets in before the evening surge. This provided Claire the opportunity to get out of her stained uniform. By that time of the day, everybody back there looked like they just marched off a battlefield. As she stared into her locker she realized that she had nothing fresh to change into. “Hmmnph!” She ground this sound out with mild consternation. After a moments reflection she then mused to herself , 'I certainly didn’t plan out clothes for this day. So scrubs it is again!' She noticed that somehow it didn’t seem to matter. 'Why should it?' she thought. ' Today my Personality Closet has far more depth than my wardrobe!' As she returned to the kitchen, she spotted Matt out at the bar. Above the service door, the wall clock said that it was not quite twenty minutes before 6:00 pm. She went right out to greet him. He was looking away from her in the direction of the front entrance. 'Even the back of his head has character,' she thought. “Hey, you’re early,” she spirited out. She felt so alive just to be able to see him. Matt spun around. She was somewhat amused at his momentary confusion, but she knew how to quickly fill in the blanks. “I still have a few things to finish up in the back,” she told him. “I’m done at 6:00.” “Sure, I’ll just sit tight,” he said. “I’ve reserved us a table.” “Oh,” she said. “Can we go somewhere else? I’ve had enough of this place today.” “Yeah. Of course,” he replied. As she turned and walked back ...

... to the kitchen she took comfort in the way that Matt was able to adjust to such a rapid turnaround of circumstances. Not that anything so great had been demanded of him, but there was no evidence that he was thrown off in the least, as so often happens, when things don’t fall out quite the way folks anticipate them. She contemplated the marked change that she had already experienced as a result of their brief meeting earlier that day. She also reflected that she had this strong intuitive feel for Matt’s character. But by ordinary standards, she didn’t really know Matt at all. She sought out her sister to say goodbye. She was greeted with Karla’s concern: “Hey dizzy, do you know what you have on?” “Yeah…” Claire stopped in her tracks and looked down at what she was wearing. “Really… I know.” Claire had already worked through the obvious when she put them back on, but it wasn’t the end of the world. “Bad planning, or should I say, no planning." ' But how do you plan for a day like this?' She steeped herself in the thought for just a moment. “It won’t matter,” she continued. “I can’t tell you how I know that – but it just won’t.” She smiled at Karla with such an air of calm contentment; it even took her by surprise. “We’ll know a lot more by tomorrow,” Claire told her. “I’ll introduce you next time.” “Sure,” Karla responded. “Relax and have a good time. He doesn’t look like an axe murderer to me!” Karla could always be counted on to put things in the best imaginable perspective. ...