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

The Plain Girl Chapter 4 - Claire's Song

... before. It wasn’t just about music and opera, nor was it a matter of ideas, nor what was of particular importance to her. He drew from her that vast resource of all that she, on the waves of reverence, had breathed into herself over the years. Her devotion, while she had surrendered her self to the genius behind the artist, had produced in her a living communion with all that stood behind the man, Richard Wagner. She herself hadn’t even realized what a source she had within her reach until Matt drew it out of her. It was the way he looked at her as if his life depended on what she would say next. His ardor for all that she had within her was implicit. He became her conductor and her audience. Matt seemed to be limitless to absorb what he drew out of her in this way. She felt beside herself in the range and depth of animation that she poured her heart into. She could see it all reflected back to her in his eyes. Clouds swelled there and rolled with power. Goddesses flew across the sky on Steeds with wings. Giants wandered the land, Hero’s conquered dragons. This Hero had won her heart. She knew that she wanted to give him her heart. Claire also knew that he would care for it with tenderness and concern; that he would forever protect her heart. *** Two cups of tea and thirty minutes later, she sensed another call. Unabashed she said, “Hey, excuse me. I gotta pee.” She headed for the bathroom; surprised even herself with what ease she shifted from the intensity of the moment to ...

... something so banal. This in itself spoke to her of the free intimacy that seemed to hover about them from the time of their first meeting. It was as if everything passed back and forth between them unrestricted. Even the smallest gesture of expression had already existed in the other as an anticipated impression. Then she shook her head in amusement. 'All these super-earthly notions, are coursing around in me like a scene from an Wagnerian Opera, as I listen to the tinkling of my very mortal pee splashing into the toilet!' Sometimes a good confrontation with ones mortality is a pleasant relief from the great burden of high ideas! But she knew at the same time that something quite special was transpiring, and she was actively participating in it. Together their souls became a single arena. What each had experienced before, but independently, as an undefined longing was here coming to fulfillment. It wasn’t just happening. Together they were making it happen. It was if a single being had been created, and was being breathed back and forth between them. But even this idea had to be considered anew, because at the same time, it was also as if this being had created the two of them as a sphere in which it could live. 'This calls for a beer,' she thought, as she wiped herself and hit the flush lever. As she reentered the kitchen she paused in front of the fridge and asked, “Beer?” It was obvious to her that Matt also needed a little reprieve from the high drama that was unfolding. ...