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

The Plain Girl Chapter 4 - Claire's Song

... let the thought settle in, she followed with, “It took you a whole thirty minutes before you came to talk to me in the library this morning. I was afraid I’d grow old before you actually kissed me.” Matt had seemed to sense already earlier how much she had bottled up inside her, and he had already resolved to assure her that he really did understand. Her inner riches glowed before him, and he looked on her as if she was a hidden treasure that he had just uncovered. He played along. “I apologize for that,” he said, in his best faux Camelot banter. “I was so blinded by your light, that it stunned me. I had to wonder whether one so fair would even talk to such a knave as I.” Until now these words had gone unspoken, but they had already passed between them as silent sounds. To say them though, even in this affected form, felt wonderful. It was pitifully melodramatic, but at the same time, drama at its absolute best. She poured her heart into it. “My gallant knight,” she said, the intensity was brilliant, “you have finally come to rescue me from the isolation to which I had resigned myself, for dread of the disgrace of an imperfect union.” 'I will never more be alone!' she realized. What had begun to awaken in her this morning at the Library under the quickening force of Matt’s gaze, began to preponderate in her. While its steady influence increased, she gradually realigned herself as a personality. It was not as though she were one thing and this impulse another. The instincts ...

... that formerly drove her, she had mistakenly assumed to be herself. She now sensed them as annoyances; like a nagging mother. They were becoming increasingly impotent. She identified with this new impulse. Coming from who she truly was, it became her basis. This shift had a profound impact on her. Her sense of past and future was now being drawn along completely different lines. Earlier today in the Library this longing seemed at first to arise from a place in some distant past. Now it was as if it reflected purpose, which she herself had set down before her life began. To awaken to this, she had only to uncompromisingly wait, until she was able to bear it fully in her person. As she moved toward him, she felt that she had always known him but had just been separated from him for a season. At the same time, she was completely new, and so this was going to be something entirely new. She longed now to be his in such a way that they would never again be separated. Matt seemed to draw her across the room. With her ethereal grace she floated onto his lap. She held his face between her hands and kissed him; first, for noticing her, - then for rescuing her, - then for allowing her to be, - then for accepting her for what she truly was. “I’ve been waiting for you so long.” She managed to breath these words out. They emerged from the deepest resources of her soul. They resonated with the same inwardness as the “Yes” that he drew out of her when he first spoke to her that morning. The ebb ...