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

The Plain Girl Chapter 4 - Claire's Song

... Claire chuckled a bit at the remark. As much as Karla depended on Claire as both her lighthouse and safe harbor, Karla was a dynamo of enthusiasm and encouragement that meant everything to Claire. She looked to her and thought to herself, How could you not love someone like that? With earnest emotion she reached forward and kissed her goodbye. “Thanks,” she said. “I’ll let you know how it goes.” Karla smiled broadly and waved her cell phone around in the air over her head. As Claire returned to the bar, she noticed immediately that something had changed in Matt’s overall demeanor. He said to her directly, “Maybe your girlfriend would like to join us?” Not only did the question confuse her, there was something rather ambiguous about the delivery. What on earth is he thinking? she wondered. There was nothing about his expression or tone that really revealed where he was coming from, so she figured she would have to go there herself to find out. It never occurred to her that this was something she would be unable to do. The first stirrings of concrete imaginative vision, one that puts us into the soul of others, always goes unnoticed. Everybody has it, but as a rule, it simply lies dormant. She looked back over her shoulder into the kitchen from where she had just come. Then from his point of view, she began to replay in her mind the very few events that had transpired since she had left him - when he was in a quite different state. It only took her a moment to be lead to it: ...

... ‘The kiss!’ Claire was greatly relieved. Not only did she solve the mystery, but something of the mystery of Matt had been revealed to her as well – from the inside out. It was obvious to her what his concern was, and that would be easily remedied. But the episode spoke volumes for both his character, but especially for his interest in her. He was capable of getting quite serious about the things that were important to him, and in this case it was she, herself. That warmed her deeply. And at the same time, he was neither judgmental nor hasty in his action; no jumping to conclusions, no freak out. Nope, not an axe murderer! she humored herself. She turned back to him relieved and she said, “Oh, you mean Karla. She’s my kid sister. She’ll be here until 11:00. I’m starved. I don’t think I can wait that long.” Such important things were being established, and so quickly. She felt a level of comfort with Matt that ordinarily might take weeks to gel. She had an implicit confidence that he was inwardly dedicated to work his way through any problem worth solving. His arm passed briefly over her shoulder as he helped her with her coat, sending waves of security over her. Sorting through confusing situations, like what had just occurred, may appear trifling and our choices within them small, but they are among the many important small decisions that we make each day. In themselves they may not seem to be much, but taken together they indicate our direction in life. By the threads that we ...