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

The Plain Girl Chapter 4 - Claire's Song

... “Sure,” he said, almost relieved. As she peered into the fridge she realized that, not only was there no beer, there was almost nothing in there that would constitute the ingredients for a normal meal. She examined the variety of oddities that reflected her eclectic tastes. She even noticed a tube of toothpaste that somehow had found its way into the back behind a jar of kosher dills. 'Good grief! How’d that get there?' Such a lapse during the course of her nursing duties would be unendurable for her. When it came to her own concerns, she had little patience for management of such details. But, for her white haired buddies, as she called them, she had not only an ability to enter completely into both their joys and pains, but she would never miss the tick of the second hand in the administration of medication, and was tireless to insure that every available measure of assistance was employed toward their well being. The contrast of her natures came into such high relief. Now, without warning, she felt the need to be as conscientious in her own kitchen. 'We are such different people, at our different stations!' she reflected. ' Who ever are we truly then at last?' Fortunately her eyes fell on some ground beef that Karla had left for her yesterday. 'Thank God, but man, this is work!' she thought to herself. With a little uncertainty she slowly turned to Matt and suggested, “Cheeseburger?” “Wow!” Matt said. She observed that Matt somehow found this whole thing very ...

... entertaining. That, actually, was a little reassuring for her. ‘If he can find a ray of humor in all this, I think we’ll get along just fine.’ A little comic relief was in order. Matt continued, “…sure, but under two conditions.” 'This aught to be good!’ she anticipated. “Shoot!” “I make the cheeseburgers.” “I’m crushed,” she said, which of course, was the exact opposite of what she was feeling. 'What a relief!' she thought, as she flung her head back. She wrenched the tension from the air with her fingers, as she pressed the back of her hand to her brow. This was fun! When she felt that she had satisfactorily delivered her best impersonation of Euripides’ Media, she turned, now quite curious to find out what else was on his noble mind! “…and the second?” “You kiss me first.” At another time, another Claire might have begun a free-fall, while the Halleluiah Chorus sounded in the background. She was simply unable to abandon herself as she might have done in the past. Back at the restaurant this afternoon something had come alive in her that became her new inner presence; one that was sustained by all the power of her thoroughly feminine feeling, but called for her direct and engaging presence. Again her inner honesty prevailed. She continued the performance, embodying the character of this maiden, who had been devastated under an undeserved verdict. She found that she was able to play out a little of her actual peril. “I thought you’d never ask.” She gasped. Pausing for a just moment to ...