Her eyebrows were sculpted to perfection, her pouty lips painted bright red, and the dose of perfume she'd added on the stairs overwhelmed his senses.Her eyebrows were sculpted to perfection, her pouty lips painted bright red, and the dose of perfume she'd added on the stairs overwhelmed his senses. He dropped the box in her trunk and then ran around to open her car door. He wasn't at all prepared for her next move -- she leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead! As she swept past to climb into her car, her sweater-covered breast brushed his shoulder, and when she sat, her skirt slid up to reveal her tawny stocking tops. Larry's whole body "felt funny" now, not just his penis! He just stood there, looking at her legs. He didn't want her to leave, or even move, not for ever and ever! "Uh, that was a box of music?" he mumbled, praying she'd stay for just a second more. "Yes," she smiled, and opened her purse. "I teach piano. Do you play?" "No, Ma'am ... I mean, Miss. I used to, but ..." He trailed off as he recognized the little round black and silver garter doohickie that held up her stockings. He'd seen his mom's a few times. The door closed without her ever pulling down her skirt. She reached out the window. "Here's my card. Perhaps your parents will let you take lessons." Larry watched her all the way out the driveway. She waved at him before she pulled out into the street! He waved back, numbly. When he turned around, there were Mike and Randy and the other boys. They started sing-songing, "Larry's got a girlfriend! Larry's got a girlfriend!" and laughing and pointing at him. That's when he figured out that she'd left a lipstick mark on his forehead! He turned and ran away, jumping over the fence. He took a moment to catch his breath, determined to remember every single instant of his rapturous encounter with the most beautiful woman in the world! He floated all the way home, stopping to touch his forehead every few steps. |