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

The Plain Girl Chapter 4 - Claire's Song

... worth more than rubies. He was already interweaving the forces for his future with her with gilding drawn from memories. “Let’s go!” he said. The harmony of their natures was extending in every direction. Now it could be seen in their very steps. As they turned the corner Claire clung tightly to Matt’s arm. His hand easily covered both of hers. They pushed through the heavily falling snow with steady strides. They were already themselves covered with snow. The flakes were so large that occasionally when one settled on an eyelash, the next five steps went on without the use of that eye. But with four eyes and four feet between them, it was more than enough to move speedily along. “That’s my place there.” Claire gestured toward a small, two-flat brownstone building just ahead of them. Matt slowed down for just a moment, as if he had already seen it once before. They crossed the small street, and ascended up three steps to the entrance. Claire keyed her way in through the front door. Once inside, they kicked the snow off their feet in the small foyer. Just beyond, the door to the first floor apartment inched open. Claire was already smiling broadly as an older gentleman with gray hair poked his head out to greet her. Now retired, he was not only the owner of the building, but he had been Claire’s Music Teacher in violin and voice. He was proud of his work, and she was the fruit. When the apartment upstairs became available, he immediately offered it to her. He never stopped ...

... being her teacher. The relationship altered in the details, but the bond between them was indissoluble. She playfully taunted him. “Okay, let’s have it.” 'This should be good,' she thought to herself. “Siegfried - Act Three, Scene Three.” He turned the key to her heart. 'He always knows!' With a sudden flush she said, “Okay.” If there ever was a lyrical mood that matched the way she felt this day, that was it! How many times she felt like Brünhilde; powerless, and waiting. And then one day the sun breaks through the clouds! As the lofty powerful tones poured out of her, she poured everything she had into that praise that ascended to the very heights of the Sun - clear, strong, unwavering – just like she felt right now. She did not feel her own weight as she was carried up the stairs. She was elevated by the gratitude she felt for both her teacher and the spirituality behind all that the Sun meant for her in that moment. At the top of the stairs she recovered and reached into her bag with her left hand for the door key. Then she began her usual struggle with her apartment door; the ill-fitting key, and the equally ill-fitting door-frame. She smiled at Matt, as she looked at him over her shoulder. ' Well, here we go!' she thought to herself, as she threw her other shoulder into the reluctant door in order to get it pop open. She didn’t blink an eye as she launched the first obstacle on the floor with her left foot, just one step inside. She didn’t even want to look at Matt right ...