This story is a sequel to "Nervousness", it's not necessary to read the other one first, but this is their second time together.
The Only Doom That's Looming...
They had alternating work schedules, as she worked a dayshift at a local department store, and he worked graveyard at a lumberyard. They'd tried to set up dates a few times since their first nervous meeting, but they ended up being hurried affairs with her just getting off work, and needing to get home to help the kids with homework, and with him over-tired from staying up all night and not wanting to sleep for fear of missing their date. Tonight, though, things would be different. They were both kid-free, the kids with respective ex's, and he had got plenty of sleep. They had decided to make dinner again, but this time at his house.
As he was driving home from the liquor store, having grabbed a couple bottles of wine on an impulse, he was surprised to feel his palms sweaty on the steering wheel, nervous again, at the idea of being close to her, eager and horny and shy like he hadn't been since high school.
When he pulled into the parking space at his duplex, he was surprised to see her Jeep already there. The door was unlocked, and when he opened it he heard The Horrorpops, her favorite rockabilly group, and at the same time a strong aroma of garlic caught him of guard.
She had on a red gingham shirt, buttoned low to show off her formidable cleavage, and navy blue high waisted hotpants that she'd put red heart-shaped back pockets on, which drew ones eyes inescapably to her curvaceous ass, and red lace she'd sewed around the front pockets. She wore an oversized pearl necklace, which lay over the tattoos on her chest, and highlighted her righteous rack.
Her long red hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, with a bright yellow polka-dotted ribbon tied around it, her bangs were curled, and her lips were painted with her signature red lipstick.
She was rolling out what appeared to be some kind of crust, and she had several piles of chopped vegetables on the counter, which accounted for the garlic scent in the air.
He stood, watching her hips moving to the music as she rolled out the dough. He came up behind her and put his hands on the curve of her hips, and she spun, startled, raising what he suddenly realized was an old 22 bottle.
He laughed, grabbing it from her as she flushed. "Are you really using a beer bottle as a rolling pin?"
"It's how I roll." She laughed. "You should buy more kitchen stuff. And you should really lock your door, honey."
He shrugged. "I forget sometimes. I don't know a lot of people stupid enough to try and rob me, though."
"You are QUITE intimidating." She teased, squeezing his muscled arm. "Criminals must pale when you walk down the street."
He struck a cocky, Captain Hammer type pose, with an accompanying cheeseball grin, and she laughed. All the previous nervousness had run out of him. Now he was staring down at this woman, this beautiful woman in front of him, who had completely changed his perspective of her in a week. "The only doom that's looming is me loving you to death." He sang, somewhat softly, touching her cheek.
"So I'll give you a sec to catch your breath." She responded, smiling into his eyes. She stood on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. He pulled her body close against him, reveling in the feel of her pressed against his body, the warmth of her.
