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

The Plain Girl Chapter 4 - Claire's Song

... away, to allow him a chance to adjust. The apartment wasn’t at all dirty, but the multitude of objects created an impression of a sort of very well organized chaos. Claire obviously didn’t spend a lot of time neatly tucking everything into its place. Her somewhat practical, but very convenient, philosophy was that things tend to gravitate to the places where you use them, and it was best to just let them be. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Matt’s gentle smile. This was a tremendous relief for Claire. She took his coat and, in the absence of any more space on the coat rack, laid it with her own on a chair. He picked up an umbrella that barred his way and dropped it into the umbrella stand. She felt that there was no point in apologizing, this was just Claire. And somehow, she sensed that she would never have to apologize for who she was with Matt. She gestured to her right, pointing; “The kitchen’s yours. I gotta get out of these.” She had put on those scrubs the first time today more than twelve hours ago, and that was enough for one day. Matt’s smile assured her that he was absolutely comfortable with her suggestion and so while he turned into the kitchen, she turned and headed for her bedroom to change. She couldn’t get over the calm demeanor that Matt seemed to demonstrate at every turn. He was in no way stilted, but at the same time he brought unwavering stability through every moment. 'He’s got some kind of spiritual gyroscope,' she laughed to herself. She ...

... also was aware of the impact he was having on her and she found it most reassuring. 'In the past,' she reflected, ' I would be mortified right now, tearing off these scrubs. My mind would be racing – what on earth will I wear!?' But not now, she just went about getting changed; grabbed a skirt that was hanging nearby over a chair where she had tossed it yesterday, and reached for the closest top she could find that wasn’t a complete clash to it. Done. Matt wasn’t going to be catapulted in one direction or the other by what she had on, and she was certain of that. If he could handle those scrubs, he could handle anything. It was as if some nagging pest inside of her had been shown the door. She was getting lighter and lighter as the day went on. From the threshold of the kitchen she had the opportunity to watch him as he stood there over the stove. He already seemed more at home in the same kitchen in which, after two years, she still had difficulty. She reflected on how easy it had been for her to maintain her slender figure, simply because she had so little skill in the kitchen. It wasn’t that she didn’t have an earnest appreciation for a good meal, but that interest wasn’t enough for her to overcome all that she lacked in the ability to come up with one herself. 'Uh oh,' she thought. ' There goes the diet.' Sometimes it is those who, finding themselves to be lacking in a particular ability, have a remarkable skill to quickly identify those who are endowed. If not that, they ...