My feelings for Paula is real, but the story is just a story.
This is my first story, so i would appreciate your constructive feedback! thanks for reading!
A few months before I met Paula she had her breasts augmented. Even at her relatively young age, her back had borne more than their share of ‘useless weight,’ as she referred to them. I thought the surgery had improved her figure; the DDs were disproportioned to her smallish frame. Since her ‘liberation,’ she’d been very active with MMA classes and even joined a runner’s club. She loved her new C’s and we enjoyed watching her model her seemingly bottomless (no pun intended) collection of bikinis and under garments. We’d lounge in her teeny apartment and she would treat us to impromptu fashion shows. She loved to show off her new breasts so most of her showings were lacey, silky and meshy tops. The bottoms didn’t always match the tops, but always complimented her firm bum and well defined legs. When she got the new gig at the agency she showed off a purple see thru ½ cup bra with boy shorts to match. Later, when she was asked to lead a big project, she celebrated by teasing us with teenie weenie pink lace things. Then sometimes she’d put on a show simply because she wanted to; a girl reserves the right to just…be. After one such session, when everyone lounged in the kitchen noisily chirped about dinner, Paula and I happened to rummage thru the pantry at the same time. Her long red hair lightly brushed against my face and my heart skipped a beat. I said to her, trying to be casual, ‘hey, I love your new nighties, but guess what, I love your confidence the most.’ She turned her head up and looked into my eyes with a gaze that twirled appreciation, happiness and surprise in a bluish grey ribbon that lassoed my heart. I think I returned a smile, but who knows, I felt light headed and the world melted away. There were no words exchanged, but, for that moment, I was the happiest guy alive. You see, she was the head cheerleader and I was the AV nerd, what would she want to do with me? I quickly took a gulp from my glass to quipped with the gang, ‘what do you think you’re gonna cook with all those drinks in ya, out of the way, let me see what to feed the lot a ye!’
The pantry turned out enough of ingredients for a quick meal. My years in the kitchen taught me that if you had enough garlic and cream you can improvise your way to a pretty decent meal. We dined on chicken linguini with a light cream sauce; garden greens with garlic oil and balsamic vinegar vinaigrette, and for dessert, I whipped cream with left over bread to bake a bread pudding. The girls chirped and giggled, and the guys couldn’t stop eating long enough to tell me how good it all was.
Isn’t that why we cook?
As the noisy gang tried to clean up the cooking aftermaths Paula handed me a Jamesons and said, good job, chef, and gave me a wink and a smile. That lasso tugged at me again. She turned back to Katie and I thought I saw her wiggled her bum a little as if to tease me.
Much later that night, when it was just the two of us, she said softly, ‘thanks for dinner. It’s really nice how you take care of everybody.’ I said, oh, that was nothing, I love doing this, you know me.
Paula cocked her head, the way puppies do, ‘yes, I do know you; you are a really sweet guy.’
‘Aw shucks, lady, you’re making my blush.’ I did my best Hoss from ponderosa.
She gave a little chuckle and moved closer, looking almost a little shy, ‘um, how come you don’t ever try anything with me?’
I wasn’t expecting that, but I knew the answer, ‘because friends don’t let friends hit on each other, right?’
She looked a little put out, ‘yeah, you’re right, you live 3 floors down, we’re in the same classes, we even do groceries on the same day. Plus Katie and them are always around.’
‘I have to be honest, Paula, I’ve never even thought of you that way.’ I had to look away a bit, knowing that was half a lie. ‘You are a real good friend, Paula, I just don’t want to ruin this by doing anything more.’ Dammit, I sound like a corny movie!
Paula didn’t seem to notice, she closed her eyes and put her head on my shoulder, ‘ahh, it’s good to be home.’ She switched so quickly, I didn’t know how to react.
After a minute sitting in awkward silence, I tried to look if she fell asleep or just patiently waiting for my response. As I turned, I saw a full view of her tanned and toned legs. Paula didn’t just do spin classes she owned an actual bike and loved being outdoors in shorts so short that they had no legs. I loved watching her driving the guys crazy; I had to be the big bat she swings more than once. As I tried to not think about how those legs felt wrapped around me, her perfect breasts came in view. They were nestled in a purple lace demi-bra. Her nipples were half erect and almost visible thru the white linen shirt that hugged her form. I gently opened the bottom button to see her firm tummy move as she breathed. For the first time in my life I felt I knew what true beauty was.
With her eyes still closed, she let out a contented sigh and smiled, ‘I am so ok with this, you know.’
I was like a kid caught with his hand in a cookie jar; I was flustered and didn’t know what to say, except, ‘my, what lovely abs you have!’ Little Red Riding Hood, really?!
It’s not like I don’t have experience with women, what is wrong with me? Must be all that Jameson’s.
Probably sensing that I wasn’t really myself, Paula sat up and said, ‘it’s late, I’m done.’ I was now really deflated, ‘yeah, good idea. I’m gonna go.’
Paula turned and flashed a sly smirk, ‘no, you’re not. I’m done with the couch but I’m just getting started with you.’
‘Shucks, ma’am, what do you reckon?’ that darn Hoss came out again. I licked my lips to find them dry from not knowing what’s about to happen.
******this is what i have so far. I will continue to work to finish the story. Remember to please be gentle with your feedback! thank you!