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

The Plain Girl Chapter 4 - Claire's Song

... almost always have the appreciation for those who can provide what they lack. Occasionally they have the good fortune to link up with such a person. But often, it doesn’t work out for the good. It is peculiar; the things that keep people of dissimilar natures from being able to benefit from each other. On the one hand, a raging pride cannot admit that another has it all over them in an area where they are weak. As a result they are unable to enjoy what so often would be freely given to them. And on the other hand there are those who pander to the weaknesses of others, thinking that they are of help. But the result is that they allow the other to escape precisely those challenges that, if they were engaged, would serve as a health-bringing stimulus. You really cannot expect to grow in the absence of a balanced relation to others. And that type of relation can never be achieved in the absence of humility and self-knowledge. 'I guess, I’m just going to have to try harder!' she thought. In one sense Matt was making things much, much easier, in another, she knew that more was expected of her. But that “more”, would make life so much more meaningful! She couldn’t get enough of this guy. He had a rare measure of openness. When he was comfortable, and his guard was down, he was an open book. Claire observed, that as he slowly stirred the soup he had put on the stove, he was a million miles away. At the same time, however, he gave immediate expression to his deep inner content. She ...

... knew now for certain that there would never be any secrets between them. Matt licked the spoon and reached for the kettle. Suddenly he noticed that Claire was standing there watching him. While he might be a mighty fortress under other conditions, for her, his wall was very thin! With a start, he dropped the spoon from his hand. Before he had recovered, Claire reached for it, eager to present it back to him. There was a simple but unspoken synchronicity in this exchange. 'Gee, I hope he dances.' She was invigorated. Without thinking about it at all, she brought a kind of artistry in her movement. He made her feel graceful and this was just her implicit response. She wanted to perform for him, not so much to impress him, but to reciprocate. It was a compliment, a gesture of what was now within the range of her experience. She quickly put out a few plates and bowls, and they sat at the table together. Outside, the glow from the streetlight in the alley out back sparkled like silent fireworks in the thousands of snowflakes that streamed downward. The snow was so thick they couldn’t see past it. There was a stillness that seemed to envelop them. The outside world now just dropped completely away. Matt looked at Claire as if she held within her all the secrets he had been longing to know his whole life. When he asked her who her favorite composer was, Claire felt like a Jack-in-the-Box that had never had its lid sprung. She responded to his question in a way that she had never done ...