Chapter I: Discovery
“Dammit!” Marie said, struggling to comb her hair after getting out of the shower because she was out of detangler. She put on body lotion and stared at herself in the mirror. She had never been married, but thought about someone who would love her and how it would feel. She thought she was pretty, and the only thing she didn’t like about herself was her 32A bust size. “I wish I were bigger,” she thought. In her mid-20s, Marie worked for a construction company. One of her favorite hobbies was yoga, and she and a few co-workers went to yoga class on Monday evenings.
She thought, “What should I wear today?” Which reminded her it was Monday, and she needed to take her yoga pants with her. That day at work was very uneventful. Working in the accounting department, there wasn’t much going on. She went to yoga that evening. The secret to yoga is to clear your mind and focus, but she couldn’t. All of her thoughts were about Brent.
Brent Miller was a burly man, the construction manager at the same company she worked for. He was five years her senior and was in charge of all the construction crews. She looked forward to Tuesdays because that was the day of the progress meeting. Brent would be there dressed in his jacket and tie. His six-foot-two-inch frame towered over her, and she would imagine being in his arms and how secure it would be. She would sit across the table from him, riveted by his voice and his powerful presence. He was so ruggedly handsome and intelligent, with beautiful blue eyes and an incredible jawline. His muscular, hairy arms and chest intrigued her, and she was attracted to everything about him.
She would only glance at him because she didn’t want to be too obvious, and she thought, “Damn, if only…” She would doodle during the meeting, writing her name “Marie Miller.” A girl can dream, right? Although her job at the company did not give her much opportunity to be with Brent, she would make up excuses to come over to his department, making up some story about an accounts-payable problem. But she could hardly ever get one-on-one with Brent, because of his personal assistant, Darla.
Marie always found Darla to be so annoying with her impossibly high heels, tight skirts and cloying perfume. Her nickname in the office was Plunge, because she always wore a plunging neckline. But secretly, Marie was jealous of her bust size. There was even talk in the office about Darla being fake in the bust, but no one could tell for sure.
Brent wore the most subtle cologne. But Marie would have rather smelled the scent of him hot and sweaty. She even offered to do his laundry for him once, since he lived alone, just so she could take his sweaty work clothes home and spread them out on her bed. She imagined crawling in bed under them and falling asleep savoring his scent. Brent had gone through a nasty divorce the year before, and was rebuilding his life. Marie dreamed that she could be part of that new life. Not a day went by, when she didn’t think about him.
One Friday afternoon, he invited everyone to dinner at the sports bar. There was a very exciting game on that night. Marie wasn’t so much into sports, but she was really into Brent. When she got there, he was sitting next to Darla, who was dressed for the occasion that evening, complete with her low-cut blouse and her twins hanging out. Marie glared at her. Darla was sitting where she wanted to be, next to Brent.
Darla had the total package, Marie glanced at her and felt inadequate. Dinner was typical for sports-bar fare, and even though Marie didn’t drink very much, when she did, it really affected her. Beer after beer went down so easily, her staring and thinking about Brent. Soon she was too intoxicated to drive, and Brent offered to drive her home. An offer she gladly accepted.
Perhaps it was the beer, or perhaps it was the feelings that she had kept inside, but when they arrived at her apartment, she leaned over and kissed him.
Brent pulled back and said, “What was that for?”
She said, “It was for dinner, the ride home, and for keeping me safe.” Suddenly, their eyes locked, and instantly Brent knew her feelings. She felt his fingers running through her blonde hair, Brent pulled her closer and deeply kissed her. It was even more incredible than she ever could have imagined.
With the scent and the feeling of his hands, she felt so safe and secure in his arms. Marie wished that feeling would last forever. She briefly thought about inviting him inside, but instantly she remembered that they were co-workers–this was completely inappropriate. She got out of the car and said goodnight to Brent. That night, she lay in bed thinking about him and let her hand wander. Her body shuddered in ecstasy.
It was Saturday of the following week. And Brent phoned her for the first time ever. He asked her to go to dinner, and her heart leaped. Her heart was pounding, and she quickly answered yes. But she had nothing to wear. Her meager income kept the lights on, but that was about it. It had been a long time since she had gone to have dinner with anyone. She looked through her sparse closet for something to wear that night, and after trying on several outfits, she found one that she could wear and a pair of shoes that would match.
So many things were going through her head at that moment. “What was he expecting? Will I make a good impression?” Knowing that she could never compare herself to Darla, she just hoped she would be what he had expected. Brent had said on the phone that he would pick her up at 6:30pm. She showered and shaved her legs and everywhere else; got dressed, brushed on a little makeup, and waited for Brent.
Brent and Marie had a beautiful dinner together. He reached his hand over the table, and she placed her hand in his. It was the most incredible feeling in the world. She looked into his eyes over a mostly-eaten plate of prime rib. He paid the check, and they left. They held hands the whole way home, and she thought she was in heaven. When they got home, she invited him in. Yes, they were co-workers, but she had already crossed the line. Brent sat down on her couch, and she sat down beside him. He began to deeply kiss and caress her. The feeling of his rough and calloused hands turned her on so much. She felt his hairy arms and chest and was completely aroused.
However, she thought it was going too far. She wondered in her mind, “Would he be angry with me if I asked him to stop? Would he stop? Would I disappoint him?” A hundred things ran through her mind, and when she asked him to stop, Brent got up off the couch. That was one quality of Brent’s, that she admired very much; his respectfulness.
They said their goodnights and she got ready for bed. She felt her underwear wet and sticking to her. She wanted to change underwear, but decided not to bother, since she was going to bed. After stripping off her soaked underwear she crawled into bed. Marie reached for her vibrator in the nightstand, and pressed it inside her, against her G-spot. She reached down and let her fingers dance in her aching wetness and thought about Brent. She could stand no more. She turned her head to the side and pulled the pillow to her face, and felt the waves of intensity wash over her, making her body shudder. She moaned loudly into the pillow and fell asleep almost instantly.
One day, a few weeks later, she was at yoga. But her thoughts were not on yoga, they were on Brent. She became so aroused thinking about him, and the next yoga pose was on her knees where she would lean forward and put her head on the mat, extending her arms. She parted her knees thinking about Brent. She was fantasizing about him being behind her, making passionate love to her. She wondered which position was his favorite. She parted her knees further almost in anticipation and that drew her yoga pants tighter. The pressure was amazing. Her thoughts went to her future with Brent.
She imagined a beautiful wedding and a beautiful wedding band. She imagined having his children. She imagined the little house with the white picket fence. She didn’t care about material things, Brent was all that was important. She was falling in love. Her emotions were all about him. She had been in love before, but it hadn’t worked out. She prayed and hoped against hope that this relationship would last forever.
The following week, Brent slipped Marie a note. The note said, “Marie, I would love it if you would go out with me for dinner.” He said he would pick her up on Friday at 7:30pm. Luckily, Marie had bought a short LBD and some cute black heels, just in case this occasion would arise. She just hoped that it would look good for Brent.
Marie suddenly remembered, “I have to paint my toenails to wear those shoes,” looking for a color that Brent would like, and chose a rose pink.
She looked forward to being with Brent and could not wait. The days of that week could not have passed more slowly, and Friday seemed like forever. Casual Friday finally came, and it appeared that Plunge was on the top of her game; with her super-tight, ripped jeans, low-cut, plunging t-shirt and high heels. She smelled like a French whorehouse with all the perfume. She hated how Darla appeared to flirt with Brent, she felt as though her territory was being violated. Darla sneered at her and Marie thought to herself, “Did Darla know?” She didn’t have to wait long to find out.
Darla came to her cubicle and put her fists forcefully on her desk. “I know what you are doing,” Darla said. “Brent belongs to me and we’re dating, and you are just his side dish.”
Marie was so stunned, she couldn’t speak. She believed her because she thought Brent really wanted Darla, and not her. Tears began to well up in her eyes. Her whole world just crumbled around her, and she spent the rest of the day with her head in her hands, silently sobbing. All of her hopes and dreams crashed to the ground as wreckage, as she thought about what Darla had said.