Chapter 3: Exploration

Marie was at her desk thinking about Brent. She said to hell with HR. To hell with her co-workers. Marie felt their eyes upon her, and noticed that conversations between co-workers would abruptly end whenever she approached. She had come to the realization that the jealousy of her co-workers was driving their talk. Marie continued to doodle on her notepad as she worked on her computer.

It was Monday and she went to yoga class, but her co-workers weren’t there. Marie knew that would happen. She still enjoyed yoga just as much, though unable to clear her mind and focus. She went through all the yoga poses imagining they were sexual positions, and wondered which one would turn Brent on the most.

The next weekend, Brent asked her if he could take her to the State Park and she gladly agreed. She wore a tight, white tank top and shorts, and nothing else. She put on walking shoes and pulled her blonde hair into a ponytail. One thing she loved about herself was her butt, and she pulled her shorts tight and revealed her shapely underbutt in the mirror. She wanted to look good and have as little as possible between her and Brent. It was almost summer and a perfect day. They walked the beautiful trails at the State Park, and paused on a bridge overlooking the river. They found a secluded picnic table. Brent was lost in her deep-green eyes, the bottomless oceans he could fall into for eternity.

With a serious look on his face he said, “I love you, Marie.”

Startled by his statement, a thousand thoughts running through her mind, she instinctively replied, “I love you too, Brent.”

They walked a little further and found a large plunge pool below a waterfall in the river. They were both fully dressed, but Brent grabbed her hand and pulled her into the pool. The water was cold but Brent’s lips were so warm. He pulled her under the waterfall and their lips were locked passionately under the cascading water. She raised her tank top and placed her bare chest against Brent. She would never forget that feeling. They laughed as they emerged from the river pool. Her erect nipples stretched against her tight, wet tank top because of the cold water. The outline of her breasts in the wet tank top left nothing to the imagination.

“Marie, I will love you forever,” Brent said. They walked back to the picnic table and both sat down next to each other. She briefly fantasized about laying down on top of the picnic table naked and totally exposed, and letting Brent have his way with her. That was such a turn-on for Marie. She would get lost in her romantic fantasies, and wondered if Brent would want to know all of her intimate thoughts.

She fantasized about being naked, blindfolded, and laying on top of the table, bound to the four legs. She would let Brent do whatever he wanted; such was her trust for Brent. That was one of her incredible fantasies. They talked about their certain future together in an uncertain world. Brent said he would stand by her no matter what. Marie said she would stand by him through thick and thin.

Women and men love each other in different ways. Men can be overcome with unbridled sexual desire and intense passion. But for women, they experience all those feelings, but are devoted to their partner and love unconditionally without premise in a way a man could never understand. Brent spent his nights wondering how making love would feel with Marie. Marie spent her nights thinking about being in Brent’s arms. She remembered the look on his face and his words when he said, “Marie, I will love you forever.”

All that mattered to her, was her future with Brent. She loved him so deeply and passionately. No other man on the earth existed, except for Brent. The picnic table turned her on so much, wishing she could tell Brent, but she didn’t know how he would react. She lost herself in her intimate fantasies, and drifted off to sleep.

It was Saturday night, and he asked her to dinner, and to wear that sexy, black dress. She just hoped it would look good on her. She sat in the bathtub, and thought about Brent. After her bath, and her body glistening, she dried off with towel. She put on lotion and her makeup in anticipation, thinking about Brent. Soon Brent arrived.

They had such a romantic dinner. She sat next to him and admired him, savoring his scent. He paid the check, and then he asked, “Do you like to dance?”

She said, “Yes I do, but no one has ever asked me before.” Dinner was awesome, but slow dancing with Brent was even better. There was nothing better than being close to him. It just felt like it was her place to be, she couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. He loved to slow dance, and pulled her close to him. She loved to breathe in his scent.

They danced all night, and in a complete shock to her, he dropped down on one knee and opened a box and showed her a ring. It was the most beautiful ring she had ever seen. He kneeled down in front of her on the dance floor. Everyone was so quiet, and the band was silent. You could have heard a pin drop. In front of everyone, he said, “Marie, you are the love of my life, and I couldn’t imagine life without you. Will you marry me?” She was speechless. Her hand covering her mouth she was unable say anything.

All she could do was nod her head and she somehow managed to get the word, “Yes,” out of her mouth. She was sobbing with joy. Everyone at the place where they were dancing looked at them and clapped. They then went home to Brent’s house. All that mattered to her at that point, was making Brent happy.

Men and women experience sex so differently. For men, sex is an external experience. But for women, sex is an internal and invasive experience fraught with complications. A thousand things go through a woman’s mind, “Will I get pregnant? Do I know him well enough? Would he love me and stand by my side forever? Would my parents approve? How will he think of me afterwards? Would I be good enough?” And then there is the guilt. A true and loving man like Brent understood these things, and somehow, Marie knew he did. She felt so safe and secure when she was in his arms. He was such a big man, but yet so kind and tender. It seemed like a match made in heaven.

She could hardly believe it, that it would happen to her. She just could not believe that it was really happening. Her deepest fantasy was coming true. She was living in a total fairytale. “Brent would sweep me off my feet and take me to his castle,” Marie thought. There was nothing more important in her deepest desires.

She felt so safe at Brent’s house, more safe and secure than she ever felt in her life. She sat on the couch, and he sat down beside her. He began kissing her and caressing her, it was the most amazing feeling. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Let’s go into the bedroom.” She agreed quickly, because she was willing to do anything to make Brent happy. In the bedroom, she felt his hands caressing her. She felt his hands caressing her breasts. He put his hand on her leg, and his hand slowly crept up while he was kissing her. He touched her warm bald wetness and said, “You’re not wearing underwear?”