Chapter 4: “L” at Last

I got up at 4:30 pm and came out. The smell of food woke me up. Wendy had made a big chicken noodle casserole. I smelled it before I saw it. She also had bought an apple pie.

I met Samantha right away. She’s tall and very pretty, yet I felt nothing for her. She was an intangible to me because I did not know her. The thought of sex at this point would have been uncomfortable for me. I treated her like a guest and made no effort to engage her. Other than a brief handshake, she seemed as doubtful of me as I was about her and her supposed situation here.

To me, feelings are significant and have meaning. First impressions are usually honest and telling. I have always subscribed to the notion that people put out a certain kind of field. If we embrace this ‘personal field’ idea, it tells us who is a ‘go’ and who is a ‘no-go’. Sam to me is a no-go. I had felt nothing, a blank area if anything.

After the chicken casserole, Wendy served the apple pie. I took mine and slid the pie into a bowl. I added a sprinkle of cinnamon and a small amount of sugar. Then I poured a half cup of milk over the mess. God, it tastes great that way. Wendy stole a bite and then did her slice of pie up as I had. Apple pie à la mode would have been better.

I didn’t buy ice cream because I knew I’d get very little of it with Bob around.

Wendy had made me a double-sized lunch and a large thermos of ice tea for work later.

I went to work and had a good, quiet Sunday. The mall closes early, at 5 on Sunday, so it’s already closed by the time I get there Sunday evening. It makes for an easy third day. 12-hour shifts are exceedingly long, but a slack Sunday for the last day of my workweek works just fine for me. Chuck likes them too. We toured outside and walked the mall, checking doors and looking for issues.

I got home, and Wendy was at the door when I came in. I saw Bob and Sam together on the couch. She did have long, elegant legs in her short shorts and a perky chest. I noticed her tits were quite pointy in her tube top. I recognized it as Wendy’s tube top. It was too large for Sam. I suspected it had something to do with Bob and Sam sitting together like two peas in a pod.

Wendy took me by the hand and down the hall to my room. I let her lead me, knowing it was OK. She had been here long enough. I trusted her a lot more than Bob by now. She shut the door behind us. We shared a long, passionate kiss and held each other close.

She soon broke us apart and said, “Did you see the tube top? I ‘loaned’ it to her. I went to the store, and when I came back, I caught them fucking like rabbits. If there is a thing called love at first sight, they’ve got it.”

I said, “We have that also, don’t we. You watch me almost as much as I watch you. We both have it. I still won’t say the L word yet. It’s still too soon.”

“She said, “When I caught them, you would have thought I saw 6-year-olds with their hands in the cookie jar. Bob was worn out, and she was riding him hard. I gave them hell for a minute so they wouldn’t realize they had been manipulated.

“Are you moving in here with me?” I said.

I put my hand on her hair and stroked her hair. I was openly declaring how I felt about her. She leaned her head into me.

“She said quietly, “I already did, Bill. It took just minutes. I don’t have many clothes suitable for Florida. I did have to pretend to be miffed at them.”

“Bill, Bob did buy me a swimsuit for the beach. That’s all he’s bought me, and it was for his viewing pleasure, more than my needs. It was cheap. I left my winter clothes at home for my sisters to fight over. I knew they’d have been useless here.”

I thought for a minute. When I furnished the house, I’d bought only two things new, the Sears washing machine and my bedroom set. I had a king-size bed, a double dresser, and a chest of drawers. A complete set included the dresser, end tables, and lamps.

At the time I bought the bedroom set, it seemed like a good idea, in case I ever found myself a girlfriend. Wendy had probably taken over the empty dresser as her own. I was using the chest of drawers. I prefer it because it’s taller.

I said, “I am real pooped. By the end of my three-day shift, I get pretty burned out. I need to go to sleep. Do you want to join me for a little while?”

She said, “Naked?”

I said, “Is the pope a Catholic? I need a quick shower first to get the mall smell off me.”

She said, “Would you like me to get you a bedtime snack?”

I said, “I wouldn’t mind an ice tea.”

I went through the bathroom door and locked the hall bathroom door. My clothes went into the hamper in my room. I walked naked to the bathroom.

When I came out after my shower, she was on the bed nude and lay there in all her glory. She’s thoroughly revealed in bright daylight at last. It could be called supine or some other fancy word. She is petite, which is another word for short, but God is she stacked, and she makes me hard as a rock.

I stood there dumbfounded by her beauty, unbothered now by any thought of Bob. Guilt is no longer required.

Wendy’s skin is flawless all over. She does not have one beauty mark or scar. She’s absolutely perfect! Her off-white skin tone is delicious.

I stood there, almost dumbfounded, enjoying just looking at her. I had seen her before, of course. A tit here, a thigh or bum cheek there. Wendy had been teasing me for weeks. It became real this time. I could look as long as I wanted, knowing I was allowed to touch her fully, now.

I could see her very well with the bright morning sun coming in. I realized what a treasure Wendy is. She was here in my bed at last. This was very real now.

Finally!

She looked at me and said, “What?”

I said, “You’re simply gorgeous. I’m trying to comprehend your beauty, to take it in. You have no idea how much I like to look at you this way. The sun makes you look so incredibly magnificent to me.”

She pointed to my dick and said, “Maybe I have a barometer. He-he.”

I closed the two heavy drapes and turned the box fan on. With the drapes and door closed, the room could get warm. It’s September, and it’s still warm.

I slid into bed. The top sheet was off and folded on the dresser. She slid up to me and kissed me gently. She put her leg over mine and cuddled up to me. For the first time ever, I felt complete.

She asked, “Are we doing it?”

I said, “Would you mind if we didn’t, not yet? I want our first time to be special, and I am completely worn out from walking most of the night. Our pickup truck is in the shop, so we did our outside rounds on our feet. It’s a big mall to walk around.”

She said, OK, I will lie with you a while, and then I will steal your car to go do some grocery shopping”.

I said, “OK, my keys and wallet are on the chest of drawers. Buy some clothes too. You’re my sweetheart now.”

We kissed goodnight, and I admit it was difficult to sleep with this dream girl lying next to me. I was on my back, and my dick stuck straight up there. It took me some time to settle down.