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

The Plain Girl Chapter 4 - Claire's Song

... and flow of her day would now be measured by this rhythm as she breathed herself in and out in this way. She was able to sense that she was becoming something more than what she could be or even know on her own. This new Claire, that she knew herself to be, was unimaginable without Matt. He seemed to be steeped in what she had just expressed. It was as if he was being reshaped inwardly. Gathering himself together in his wonder he finally said, “And, just how long have you been thinking about this?” She drew back from him and peered deeply into his eyes. “I haven’t.” she said. “I’m not even thinking about it right now.” Her eyes sparkled, and then smiling she added, “…like you are trying to do. Thinking has nothing to do with it.” She was so young, but so wise. Matt realized that she was speaking from out of a world for which he had always longed. He knew that quite other faculties were required to go there. Claire was bringing this world to him, and by receiving her, that whole world came along with her. But what was becoming apparent to the both of them was that along the line of their mutual vision, another entirely new world was being created. No, thinking was not the faculty that he needed to employ right now. He held her as if all the longing he had born within him flooded into his arms. A lifetime of desperate yearning flowed as gesture into his embrace. This was the manner of receptive openness that he would extend to life itself. In this new world, everything was ...

... accessible. The garments of trivial thought life hid nothing. But for now he wanted to discover something from every part of her nature. Her soft cheeks, her eyes, her ear, her wonderful neck all spoke secrets to him as he explored her. He said the strangest thing. “Maybe we should just forget about the cheeseburger for now.” He could be seen to rise above himself, even as he heard himself say it. It was like the voice of someone he had left behind. Claire muffled “Cheeseburger?” She barely knew what he was talking about. Matt shifted a little according to the inadequacy of the wooden chair he was sitting on and softly spoke, “Can we move this to somewhere else?” “Sure,” Claire answered. “But you’ve got to give me just a minute.” She pointed to the couch and said, “How ‘bout if you wait for me there.” She withdrew to her bedroom. Claire was all woman. She wanted to prepare herself. She did so as if she were a priestess in preparation for a ritual, for this preparation was more of an inward matter. More and more she retreated inwardly. That mood settled over her as she slipped out of everything she was wearing and put on a long white T-shirt that she was accustomed to sleep in. She noticed that although she had a full-length mirror in her room, she took no interest in using it to view herself. Matt’s eyes were her mirror and it was her soul that was of interest to him. It was there that she would discover the interior of her own inwardness. The anticipation of the meeting with his ...