Little Miss Calculation - Sex Stories

Little Miss Calculation

... at you, all prompt and proper.” It was Natalie, arriving with the first wave. No sign of Hayden, but that was as unusual as Elaine showing up on time. “How’s the studying going?” “Pretty well.” Studying was like yoga for Elaine. She could focus on it until nothing else could creep in. No doubts. No nervousness. So because of this, she’d been doing a lot of it. “You?” “I’ve been squeezing it in when I can. In fact, I’m only here for a drink, then I’m meeting up with my study group.” “I don’t know how you do it. Law school plus a k** plus a full-time job…” Natalie laughed and poured herself a drink off the pitcher. “I don’t know, either. I try not to think about the how of it and concentrate on just doing it. It all works out, one way or another.” Natalie’s words stayed with her. They always did, turning over and over like flotsam stuck in an eddy. She wished she could be like that. But she wasn’t. She needed more order than that. Things needed to be planned. To follow a set of rules that she could depend on. It’s what attracted her to the law. And to yoga. And to the men she brought into her life. All of them except Hayden. As if summoned, her scruffy lover pushed his way through the thickening crowd. It was odd seeing him out of his electric blue City Fitness polo and track pants. Like running into a professor at the grocery store, marshalling his k**s around in cargo shorts. He looked good, though. Really good. The worn jeans and untucked flannel shirt suited him better ...

... than his gym attire. It was going to be a challenge not to stare the whole night. As the gathering grew, Elaine blended into the background. She let the more boisterous personalities drive the conversation. Hayden. Natalie. Rebecca, when she arrived. That came later — fashionably later with heavy emphasis on the fashionably. She felt the urge to reach out and squeeze Hayden’s hand and was glad he wasn’t sitting right next to her. How could she compete? Rebecca had exchanged her spandex for a pair of tight jeans that tapered into tall, ankle-high boots, and a clingy black turtleneck sweater that buttoned down one shoulder. Even her hair seemed perfect, Elaine thought with despair, all curly and thick around her shoulders. Elaine glanced at Hayden, who was doing his best to be cool while still drinking in her glossy beauty. Was that jealousy she tasted? “Fuck, it’s cold out there.” Rebecca shivered as she tossed her coat onto the pile with the rest. “I think most of you have met Thomas, but if you haven’t, meet Thomas!” That was said as she looked right at Elaine. “Hey, guys.” He moved like a running back beneath his tailored dress shirt and pressed slacks. Handsome. Pulled-together. He was grace packaged in a bundle of muscles. This was her ideal guy. The one she could never get a date with. Hayden half-stood and offered his hand, underlining the contrast. “Hey, Thomas.” He was rougher around the edges, a reminder that more masculine doesn’t always mean more mature. “You must be ...