Nicole and I are a married couple. We dated in our senior year and throughout most of college. Stories are true, or written out to be played out. This is one of the true stories. Many of the characters are recurring throughout my works.
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One particular summer, during college, Nicole and I were on again, off again (mostly off again) when she took some time to figure out her directions. Very much like a "Saturn's return" she was kind of making changes and trying to plan her life. During one of our off-again periods, an athletic former school mate named Katherine and I got to know each other a little bit better.
Kath was the athletic, 2 year younger sister of one of my classmates, Julie. I did get to mess around with Julie a bit, but that's a story for another day. Kath and I were working as student labor at the same facility, and since there weren't a lot of our friends around we ended up bumping in to each other at the same parties.
She has beautiful hazel eyes and a toned, fit body from soccer. She competed in high school and a little bit in college at a decently high level. Unlike her older sister who was a little bit wild (a cheerleader), Katherine was more reserved. She would often take her time around people before opening up and joining in.
It was about the middle of summer, and one of our mutual friends was having a get together at his house, which was the usual party spot because his parents always left town for the summer. The standard routine was to pre-game at his place and either stay there or head to a local bar.
That night I don't recall anyone leaving in an organized fashion. The beers were flowing, the music was playing and everyone was having a good time. Late in the evening Katherine and I were alone in the kitchen, and just by her presence and willingness to talk to me I could tell she was getting comfortable.
I loved those hazel eyes of hers, such an amazing color and they suited her brownish blonde hair. I wanted to make a subtle move on her so while we were talking, and i was standing right in front of her, I moved a little closer just looking at her eyes.
"Whoa, what's this?" she awkwardly asked, leaning back.
"It's your eyes. I think they're amazing. I don't think I've ever known anyone with that color," I said.
"Hmmm. Thanks, i guess," she smiled, giving them a flutter.
"Seriously though, they're beautiful....you're beautiful."
Katherine blushed a little bit, and kinda squirmed in place betraying a little bit of discomfort with receiving complements.
"I like you a lot Katherine," I said quietly, pausing.
Leaning my head down a little closer to her, I continued, "I'd really like to kiss you too."
I knew Katherine wasn't the make-out-at-a-party type, but having some liquid courage in me it was the best my dumb brain could come up with at the time. Glancing sideways to the doorway beside us, she was trepidatious about getting caught outside her comfort zone and politely declined my advance, "um, I don't think that's a good idea right now. maybe we could talk later instead."
I eased back, opening up the space between us, "Sure, that would be awesome."
The "talk later" never happened and we didn't really cross paths again that night. I wondered if I surprised her too much out of the blue with something she wasn't expecting and she wasn't able to process it fully in the moment. Either way, I never regret telling a pretty girl that she's attractive or letting her know I'm interested in her. You'd be surprised how many beautiful women have no idea how beautiful they are.
Katherine left the party a little before midnight, and looking back I can't even recall if she came with anyone. As a younger sib to our general friend group she may have come solo, and felt a little out of her element.
Back to work on Monday, I kept my eye out for her. We didn't work near each other in the facility, but would often see each other when we were clocking out on the same shift. We'd always have small talk and walk out together, me to my car and she to her bike.
On Saturday, at the end of the week, I was washing my car in my parent's driveway. The heat of August was upon us, so I was shirtless wearing just swim trunks and flip flops. I was just finishing up rinsing off the car when Katherine rolled up on her bike.
Not a 'casual rider', Katherine's bike was one of the hardcore road bikes. She'd regularly do 30+ kilometers for exercise or enjoyment. She looked hot from her ride and intentionally pulled into the shade beside me. She was wearing a skin-tight cycling suit, like a onesie. The zipper was mostly pulled down revealing very ample cleavage exaggerated by the tightness of the spandex outfit.
"Hey," she low-key said, slowly rolling in and nudging me with her front tire.
"Hey back," I smiled. "Are you starting or finishing your ride right now?"
"Oh, I'm done. Very done. It's just too hot today," Kath answered.
She reached down for her water bottle and giving it a shake realized it was empty.
"Here," i said holding her handlebars for her to dismount, "Come inside and let me get you an ice water."
"Nice, thanks," she said, dropping her kickstand and getting off.
Katherine followed me up the steps and I held the door open for her. She climbed past me, giving me my first glance of her tight ass in the cycling suit. I could tell there was nothing between the outfit and her skin.
We walked through the foyer to the kitchen and I grabbed a big plastic tumbler and filled it with a scoop of ice from the freezer. Katherine wiped her brow and leaned back against the counter to my right while I filled the glass with water.
"You guys have a big house," she volunteered, looking around.
"We do. Big family need big house," I said. "But sadly we have a very tiny yard."
I handed her the glass and she took a big swig, leaving droppets of water on her top lip.
Getting myself a glass, I clumsily dropped a bunch ice cubes on the floor. Kneeling down to get them I couldn't help but notice the camel toe created by the center seam of her shorts. No doubt that bicycle seat may have been working at it too.
I started over with the pouring of my water, "So where do you usually ride?"
"I have a couple of routes, depending on if I want to do hills or not." she replied, taking another gulp.
"Sounds awful," I teased her, to which she responded by dipping her fingers in her glass and flicking some water at my face.
I was trying to process Katherine stopping by out of the blue, while also being conversational. Not always easy for my dumb-man brain.
She stops by looking super sexy: good.
She's in my house: good.
I have chance to (again) let her know I'm interested in her: good.
"Smitty's was a good time on Saturday, eh?" I said, switching gears a little to revisit that night.
"Ya, it was fun without going too far, if you know what I mean."
"I do," I replied, figuring out how I was going to work in my flopped attempt at kissing her.
"I probably should have left when you did. At the least I could have walked you home and maybe we could have talked." I said, lightly teeing up a reference to her comment at the party.
