The Woman Who Couldn't Say No
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by D.B. Story
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance
Description: Veronica had the most incredible lineage possible for any woman to have, but the real story about her didn't need her legendary ancestor to enhance the amazing woman she already was. She held the secret of her true self tightly away from the rest of the world out of the need to protect herself from romantic dangers no ordinary woman faced. Bob, of course, didn't know any of that when he first asked her out, she accepted, and an unbelievable night of passion ensued. Then she started pushing him away; making unusual requests. Bob thought she was worth any amount of extra effort, but he needed to learn that when dating a unique woman one faces unique challenges. At least he already knew that when it comes to desirable women that there's extreme beauty, and then there's just downright sexy-and when choosing between the two downright sexy wins every time.
eBook Publisher: Excessica Publishing,
eBookwise Release Date: August 2009
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [113 KB]
Reading time: 41-58 min.
Veronica is Sexy! You'll never see her on the cover of Cosmo or Vogue, but from the first time I saw her I sure wanted to see all of her in my bedroom.
But life, and the games men and women play aren't logical, or quick, or easy. I couldn't just walk up to her and say, "You're the sexiest woman I can ever imagine meeting, and I'd like to take you home with me at the very first opportunity, or tonight if we can't do it sooner. I promise you the best experience I can possibly give you."
Actually, if I'd known then what I'd learn later about Veronica, I probably could have said exactly that. She would not have been insulted in the least, and likely would have accepted even on our first introduction. I didn't realize at all in the beginning that when approached properly, Veronica would never say no to the one thing that really matters in an intimate relationship. * * * *
Chapter 3--The Dating Game
The Dating Game deserved to be a TV show, because it's such a pain for everyone involved that I don't know why the human race hadn't abolished it entirely long ago. But we haven't, and we have to live with this foolishness.
I met Veronica at work, which these days is usually the death knell for any relationship. Say the wrong thing once and it's Sexual Harassment up the wazoo. I'm convinced that the feminists want to kill dating altogether and they've browbeaten the Politically Correct weenies in government and business into their insane view of the world. Modern company policies and handbooks do their best to discourage workplace romance in all of its forms.
Doesn't that just make perfect sense? The one place you spend the greatest part of your life outside of your own house is the one place a single wrong word can bury you. Not every place sees it like this. In Japan, for example, the "Escalator Girls" exist solely to greet the young salarymen at the bottom of each escalator. It allows them to each assess the other, and let things take their natural course, but not so often here.
I got by these restrictions because I've been an outside contractor here for nearly a year now, and Veronica is the new temp two rows over and one section down. The rules don't apply to either of us as long as neither of us files a complaint.
I can't tell you why I find Veronica so downright irresistible. It hit me the first time I saw her, and it hasn't diminished since. She has a nice face, and brown hair that is neither curly, nor straight. Her height is an average five-foot-seven. Her breasts are a bit on the large side, and very nicely rounded under the button-up sweaters she likes to wear, but nothing like you'd see in Playboy. Normally she wears long dresses and average shoes, although one memorable, unseasonably hot day she wore hot pants and mid-heels, and I couldn't take my eyes off her legs. She hasn't done that again.
Other than that she's pleasant and quite friendly, and I take special care to not interfere with her getting her work done. Lately at night I can't get her out of my mind, and have jacked-off while imagining myself holding her more than once. * * * *
Chapter 4--Gathering Intelligence
I've started paying attention when she talks to the other women. They can ask her questions I never would dare.
Through them I've learned that Veronica dates, but has no steady boyfriend. In fact, she never seems to date anyone for more than a couple of weeks at most, and commiserates with the rest of the women about how much she'd like to have a steady boyfriend and a husband some day. She's twenty-seven, which is an ideal age to get married. * * * *
Chapter 5--Building Bridges
I started spending my time building my bridges. I asked her about the weather, and how work was going, rather than questioning if she was out of her last relationship, and wouldn't she rather be out having fun than sitting at home--and sleeping--alone.
She laughs at my jokes, and we both console ourselves on the one topic we both have in common: How we don't get any of the benefits the regular employees here receive. Then she turns back to her keyboard to enter the next document, and I return to my own cube to resume my programming and testing.
Then today I had her laughing at the latest Dilbert, which so totally describes our joint situation that I'm convinced Scott Adams is secretly living in the next cubical over. I followed up while the feelings were still running happy by asking how life was treating her, and saw her face flicker with the same sadness I always see when she tells the "other girls" about the breakup of her latest relationship.
I put it all together and leapt before I could stop myself.
"Hey, Veronica. Would you like to go out with me tonight?"
After a moment's hesitation she replied, "Yes."
I hadn't even had the chance to tell her what I had in mind to do yet. * * * *
Chapter 6--Candy May Be Dandy, But Dinner is Better
With her unqualified acceptance under my belt, I immediately changed my plans. I was going to offer a movie as a non-threatening first date. We'd watch the screen together, very limited interaction, and have something to talk about afterwards. But she'd already said yes, so I went for more.
"Great," I replied. "May I pick you up at seven?"
"Sure. What are we going to do?"
"Well," I said generously, "Unless you have a food--or political--allergy of which I am presently unaware, I am going to introduce you to my favorite French Country restaurant, mademoiselle."
She smiled first, then laughed out loud at my presentation. That was a great start for us. Many women rank humor above everything else when it comes to what's desirable in a man. I didn't leave without directions, and her home phone number. * * * *
Chapter 7--On the Dot
I rang her bell at seven on the dot. I know men who intentionally arrive grossly late just so that the women know who's in charge. That's not me, and never will be. For the life of me, I don't know why women put up with that behavior at all, although they do in droves.
Veronica met me at the door, wearing a colorful full-length peasant skirt and buttoned up top, sweater in hand saying, "Just let me get my purse."
"You won't need it," I informed her. "Dinner is on me."
"Are you sure," she questioned.
"Of course I'm sure," I replied gallantly. "If you're worried about that, you can buy us the next one."
Again she smiled, then couldn't keep down the laugh, as she locked her door and put her key in her pocket, before taking my proffered arm to walk to my car.
As for myself, I was so nervous that I couldn't believe I'd just gotten away with what I'd done. Veronica was holding my arm. I'd already asked her out for a second date. My heart was pounding so hard I was afraid I'd faint, or squeak when I next meant to speak. * * * *
Chapter 8--Dining French
Dinner was wonderful. Veronica loved the food, service, and atmosphere. The only sad moment came when she said it reminded her of a restaurant back in one of her homes. But she quickly recovered from that. It turns out we both keep up on world events, so we had lots to talk about.
Afterwards I took her on a walk down by the ocean. Again she took my arm the moment I offered it, and didn't let go. I loved everything about being with her.
The way she'd suddenly stop and turn to me to say something. The way she touched me with her free hand to make her points. The way she pulled me up against her each time the cool breeze blew past us. The way she smiled at everything I said, and said once, "I don't want this to be over soon." I would have thought she was feeling she was the lucky one here tonight. * * * *
I'd already planned to kiss her goodnight at her apartment. I wasn't going to ask first either. What's the point in asking? You either kiss, or you don't. Asking only gets you no's.
I moved my schedule up. I'd already noticed that, without her sweater that she'd left in the car, the cool night temperatures had brought her nipples out into full flower. They were as proportionately large as her breasts, and the right one in particular seemed growing larger each time she turned towards me to make another point. Veronica clearly wasn't wearing any bra tonight.
When we reached my car she turned towards me one more time. By now I was expecting it and was already disengaging my arm. I wanted to feel her up against me, if even only for a moment. It was the most I could hope for on a first date.
She had not finished making her turn before I had my hands on both sides of her face. I gave her just the necessary moment to realize what I had in mind next, before I gently pulled her forward and bent down to kiss her.
It was like a dream. While my fantasy of Veronica grabbing me and taking me right there wasn't happening, she closed her eyes, turned her head up at my guidance, leaned into me returning my kiss until I had to come up for air.
Even when I did finally back off an inch, and before anyone else gawked at our public display of affection, my hands found their way around her. They met in the small of her back and we leaned together for a long, silent hug.
Only when I worried that we were going to far too fast did I finally say, "Maybe I need to get you home now." Veronica silently nodded, but in no way protested any of what had just happened.
On the drive home she reached over and took my hand softly in her own. We held hands this way until we reached her place.
I walked her to the door, waited until she had fished out her keys and opened it, and then put my hands on her shoulders and made to turn her back to face me. She didn't resist at all. I kissed her again long and deeply.
And I kissed her again after that.
She used the porch light to look deeply into my eyes now, while I tried to keep my breathing light and under control. She had to feel my heart pounding. You'd think I'd just finished the Marathon.
Veronica's eyes are dark brown, and very lovely. And I'm sure I saw a sadness in them. But she still took my hand softly again, and led me unresistingly inside.