In the first chapter, I met Eve, a pretty blonde, and started dating her. Our sex life was mostly very good. I appreciated her more than my former girlfriends and gave her an overall score of 9.0 on a scale of 1.0 being the worst and 10 being flawless. Unfortunately, her mother, who lived abroad, suffered a stroke, and Eve left to take care of her. She suggested I meet Dawn, her good friend.
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The following evening, at 8 pm, we heard a soft knock on the door. Eve opened it and hugged her friend. She pulled her hand and approached me, "Dawn, this is the person I mentioned to you before. He may be ugly, bad-tempered, and antisocial, but I am sure he has some good qualities I am unaware of. Nicky, this is Dawn. Unlike you, she is a good person, a friend, and I trust her 100%."
I smiled, extended my hand to Dawn, and said, "After Eve's positive remarks about me, I have no doubts you wish to leave. May I pour you a glass of wine before you do that?"
Dawn grinned, "Eve said many good things about you before. I think now she has second thoughts about letting me see you in person, so she decided to undermine you. She is too late."
"Dawn, before you showed up, Eve said you were pretty, and for a change, she was right. You really are. If I had seen you when I started courting Eve, no doubt I would have chosen you instead..."
Eve giggled, "Children, now that we introduced ourselves, let's sit in the living room. Nicky, be a gentleman and open the bottle of Chardonnay I left in the fridge. Dawn, coffee? Tea? Anything else?"
"No, thank you. Nick, tell me a little about yourself - Work, hobbies, physical activities."
"Well... I am an architect, and my current hobbies include tennis and... Eve. What about you?"
"I am 25. I love to read novels, watch foreign films, eat seafood, and chat with my friends, especially Eve."
"We have some common interests: Seafood and Eve. It may not be enough, but it's a good start. I'd like to know more about you, but Eve is eavesdropping."
Both girls chuckled, and Eve blurted, "Instead of thanking me for introducing him to the prettiest girl I've ever seen, he is complaining. What a jerk. Dawn darling, he is not worth your time. Go meet a real man instead."
Dawn grinned, "I got a wonderful compliment from a much prettier lady than me. And Eve, stop harassing your boyfriend; I know you love him."
Eve mumbled, "Dream on my friend. I would never leave him if I loved him. Actually, I faked it for too long, and I'll be happy to dump him on you."
Dawn glanced at me, "Nick, how could you tolerate the abuse for such a long time?"
"Because I am actually an angel. God sent me to earth to teach Eve some manners. My due date is in 6 months. I'll have to admit to god I failed miserably..."
We continued chatting and bantering while sipping the white wine, and soon the bottle emptied.
When Dawn and Eve discussed some shopping they did together, I was free to ogle Dawn. Eve was right; Dawn's face was beautiful and displayed calmness. Her laugh was contagious. I recalled Eve mentioning Dawn had one up and one down on her. I thought I knew the one up: Dawn's chest was massive and protruded forward proudly above her thin waist. Yes, I always was a titman and loved huge breasts. I wondered what the drawback was. I couldn't see anything I didn't like, yet.
After the first half an hour together, I was less skeptical about meeting Dawn again and said, "Dawn, I hardly know you, but in the little time you were here, I realized you are a much better person than my current girlfriend. Can we meet at the nearest Starbucks and talk about her behind her back a day after Eve leaves America?"
Dawn chortled, "I like you too. But if the reason for meeting me is trying to talk about Eve's bad character, we'll need a quieter place and much more time."
I approached Eve, kissed her lips gently, and asked, "Is this what you really wanted?..."
She grinned, "Honey, it hurts a lot, but you deserve a good life. We'll stay in touch, and when the time comes, I'll be back. By then, you may be married with children, but if that's what God wants, I can't fight him."
Eve flew to Sweden 2 days later. I took her to the airport. She cried like a baby. I held tight and pretended to be strong, but it was very hard - Eve and I shared a good, stable life together, which wasn't often the case with other couples.
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The following afternoon, Dawn and I met at Starbucks. She dressed casually. Her pretty face and huge bosom were difficult to miss. We talked mostly about her friendship with Eve and the other 2 girls. Dawn sounded serious when she mentioned Eve would be missed. She was the most lively among her three friends. Our talk seemed more serious than the one we had at home. I liked Dawn's tone of voice, her mature demeanor, and her lack of cynicism when talking about others. I determined Dawn was a good and worthy person. Later, when we discussed exercises and sports, she joked and showed a good sense of humor. She was really likable! When we separated, I kissed her cheek and told her I would like to meet her again. I gave her my phone number and blurted, "Dawn, I hate to be pushy. I let you decide what you want. If you care to see me again, call or text me. I'll be happy to join you for a stroll in the park, a dinner in a seafood restaurant, or a French film in the Landmark Theater."
I arrived home half an hour later. Within 5 minutes, I got a text, 'I estimated by now you'd be home. Yes, I would love to meet you for a movie.' I smiled but immediately after felt guilty; Eve barely left, and I was already focusing on another girl.
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The movie we saw was a French drama about a married older couple with young children who looked for trouble everywhere, from demonstrations against the government to using violence and drugs. The director did a good job, and the actors were OK, but the subject was not my cup of tea. As a result, rather than concentrating on the screen, my eyes shifted frequently to Dawn's generous chest.
Initially, Dawn focused on the movie but she too did not find the topic interesting, and the violence repelled her even more. She turned to me and realized where my eyes were directed. She giggled, "You men are all alike. I bet you'll have the most interesting movie ever; your eyes will still find the time to stare at my breasts."
I apologized, "Dawn, I am sorry if I offended you. Usually, I like watching French movies, but this one is too dark for me. Watching a not-so-attractive film with a very attractive girl by my side, my brain could not resist..."
She laughed, "Nick, I do not blame you. In fact, Eve told me already that your weakness is big boobs, so I was ready. As a woman, I do not get it, so perhaps you can enlighten me. Why do so many men find bigger chunks of fat on a woman's chest more appealing than the same amount of fat on her tummy?"