There was a young woman I knew named Terri, who at the time I met her was twenty-five. She was a supple, beautiful woman with creamy skin, long lovely brown hair, deep blue eyes and long, thin subtle fingers with perfectly manicured nails. Her arms and legs were feminine, slender and long each exhibiting a delightful grace and elegance one rarely sees. Even her knees had a distinctly feminine quality. Most pleasurable was her bottom, which looked as plump and ripe as the juiciest, plum I had ever seen and as shapely as a crisp, red delicious apple. Her firm breasts had a fresh, newness quality that exuded warmth, softness and pleasure. Yet what I remember most about this woman was her fragrance because she always had freshest scent about her with a spicy undertone. It was a fragrance you felt each time she was around giving her a presence, a quality an unquestionable attractiveness. Her fragrance had density and substance I could feel in the pit of my stomach and it made me want her all the more.
The best part of knowing Terri was that she chose me as her boyfriend. I don't know why she selected me but I also wasn't going to question her judgment.
Each year since she had been a child Terri spent the summer with her grandparents about three miles outside the city in a secluded small town. After work, I would visit Terri; often spending the evening or sometimes the entire weekend playing pool on a table in the loft of the large separate garage. Occasionally, Terri's grandfather would join us to shoot pool.
This particular day was unbearably hot so even though it was evening, her grandparents didn't feel like braving the heat. Once we finished dinner, Terri and I made our way to the loft hoping the day's heat had dissipated from our "play area". Instead we found that the old wood of the loft had soaked up the sun's heat and the radiant energy left the loft very warm. I opened the windows put on Juno Reactor CD and fell back into the oversize couch to try and stay cool. The beat of the music throbbed and Terri picked up a pool stick. I watched her play pool in her light white cotton blouse and tight shorts and I ached for the beauty hidden under those clothes. She begged me to play with her but I complained it was just too hot to shoot pool and maybe we should just sit, listen to music, talk and have something cool to drink.