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[tragicomicnight]

Jeff Faraday,24, unsuccessful novelist, occasional literary critic


I tend to shun the T. Noisy, cramped, boring...public transportation as everyone says it is. But, I had a reading to do. I was unavoidable. The book wasn't selling, the publisher was incredibly small and a friend of my uncle's had a little independent bookstore. Any sales would be sales. Three years I worked on that book, and what I got for it could have been earned on the drivethru at Mc Donald's. At least I had my second job, a somewhat more glamorous one. Every once in awhile the literary critic for the Globe would have something more important to do and I would end up substituting. That's where any kind of decent money I got came from. VERY good money for 24. My life was just good enough for me to be able to enjoy good fortune or to take on misfortune without bitching much. And, lo and behold, I saw good fortune. Sitting across from me was a lady who was a rare sight even in a city as full of beautiful women as Boston. Her red hair hung down in careless strands, stained a dark bleeding burgundy by its dampness, her aquamarine eyes were large and bright, though sad somehow and her "Emerson" sweatshirt failed to take the shape away from her proud breasts. I would have thought her a student, but there was a greater sophisitication to her, even in such humble clothes She had a newspaper and a black sharpie and she was talking to herself. "Mother of Zeus in Greek Mythology...four letters..."
"Rhea."
"Excuse me?" I didn't notice how perfect her mouth was until she opened it up beyond mumbling. And how refreshing that she lacked an accent. Call me a snob, but I'm always turned off by the thick accents most of the local girls had.
"Rhea. The mother of Zeus."
She smiled. It showed her maturity, though it didn't make her look old. It was very striking. "Thanks."
I was astounded when I figured out that she was doing the New York Times Crossword. It was a high form of intellectual masochism. "You must have a good head on your shoulders," I said, feeling dumb and clever at the same time. It was Saturday and the New York Times Crossword gets harder every day. I couldn't believe she would buy an out of town paper just for the crossword. I was impressed. Then again, girls from Emerson tend to be rather bright if they aren't just starry eyed actresses. She was no starry eyed actress, she wasn't a lot of things. What she was was intriguing.

 

[gaigirl]

Kris

OOC:

Sorry! Didn't realize you had already started... found this by chance on page 4!!!

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Zeus… Greek Mythology… who was his mother? Four letters… second letter “h”…

“Rhea,” the young man across from me said.

“Excuse me?” I asked him, looking up from the NY Times crossword puzzle.

“Rhea. The mother of Zeus.” he repeated with a smile.

I must have been talking out loud… I do that sometimes.
“Thanks,” I said, with a smile, suddenly aware of my still damp hair and my faded Emerson sweatshirt. Hardly the attire for meeting an interesting partner for the crossword, but I was returning home after a workout at the health club, and hadn’t given much thought to my appearance.

“Oh well, it is Saturday… and it isn’t like I thought I would meet someone today… make the best of it.” I thought, gathering my wits about me. Truth be told, I needed a bit more help in the wits department. The NY times Crossword is a challenge I take pretty seriously. I always do it in pen, but not because I am all that good at it. I confess to being a bit of a show-off.

In our office, we race through the crosswords together every morning. The last one finished, or the unfortunate one that has the least finished at the time the first one shouts, “DONE!” has to cover phones for the receptionist’s breaks and lunch throughout the day. There is incentive to not be the loser…we get a lot of phone calls.

I work as a headhunter for a small recruiting company. My co-workers are good friends, and my work seems like anything but a job. I meet a lot of interesting people, and I am always surprised when the end of the day comes.

For all the enjoyment and satisfaction my job brings me, there is less satisfaction with my personal life. I tend to be drawn to the lone wolf types in affairs of the heart, and my significant other of the past several years had just relocated to San Diego without inviting me to come along. Knowing things were over, I felt a need to get out and try to meet people, but having been out of the dating loop for so long, I found myself a bit at a loss as to how to go about bringing in some new “candidates for interviews”.

Determined to make the most of this opportunity first and foremost for help completing the puzzle, but also to stretch a bit into the realm of increasing my social circle, I decided to take a chance on this one.

“Are you busy?” I asked, taking note of the book in his hands. “I could use a bit of help, here. Care to join me?” I gestured to the empty seat beside me, and scooted over to make more space. He smiled as he stood, and introduced himself.

“I’m Jeff,” he said, in a voice that felt like a velvet caress.

“Pleased to meet you. I’m Kris.” I offered my hand, and he shook it with a nice blend of firm and gentle. “Hmmm… intriguing…” I thought. "A pleasure to meet you."

 

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I sat a little closer. Her hair smelled wonderful. The scent of rainwater intermingled with whatever tropical fruit her shampoo was. She hadn't worn perfume, but that scent alone was enough to leave me captivated. Not to mention those eyes. Seldom had I seen such a color and they went perfectly with her hair. Up close,I realized to my astonishment that she was as pretty as I thought she was. She had asked if I was busy. "A few more stops and we reach my book signing," I said, "but I can wait for a few to help a lady in need." I smiled, vaguely charming. She smiled back and pulled the crossword puzzle closer. These clues were hard. "Actor Tom of Happy Days, playwright David."
This took a little. Half of the clue gave it to me, though. "BOSLEY."
"Of course," she said, slapping her forehead, "I've heard of Tom, but who's David Bosley?"
"No clue," I answered.
We moved on. "Composer Puccini."
I knew it was an Italian name, but I was stumped. The T missed my stop, but I was content where I was sitting with this beauty and I could run if I had to. This girl was driving me wild. I smiled at the thought of dashing to this booksigning late with a huge, obvious erection. It would actuall y feel a bit pleasant. And besides, how could I keep my eyes off a woman with such hair, such eyes, such a body...If she asked me to I would have bent her down and made love to her right on the subway, but I would have to settle for whatever I could get. I have a booksigning to get to soon, but here is my number. I would like very much to make you dinner. I do a pretty good Chicken Kiev."

 

[gaigirl]

KRIS

“Composer Puccini.” Jeff mumbled, half to himself.

“That’s easy. Giacomo.” I said, and wrote in the letters.

The T stopped and started again through a few stations as we continued working on the puzzle. Suddenly, Jeff pulled out his pocket calendar and began to scrawl quickly on a blank page. Tearing the page out and handing it to me, he said, ““I have a book signing to get to soon, but here is my number. I would like very much to make you dinner. I do a pretty good Chicken Kiev."

“Thanks,” I answered, taking the torn corner and looking at it for a moment before tucking it into the front pocket of my jeans. “Chicken Kiev sounds great. I’ll bring the wine and the crossword.”

Jeff gathered his things together and stood to head for the door as the T slowed to a grinding stop at the station. I smiled and waved as he got off the train and disappeared into the crowd.

“Should I call? I wonder if he meant it…” I wondered. Why hadn’t I brought jazzier clothes to the gym, or taken the time to put on makeup and finish drying my hair? “This always happens to me…”

 

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The book signing and the reading were boring. A bunch of questions on where I got my ideas, what my childhood was like...all I could think of was Kris and the crossword puzzle and Chicken Kiev and those breasts of hers and even the dainty little toes that stuck out of her Birkenstocks. The signing felt like it lasted for 8 days, but finally it ended and I got to go home. Without hesitation, I headed to my bedroom and removed my pants, stroking myself as I thought about her. I closed my eyes and imagined that instead of the pen she had in her hand, it was me and she was pumping furiously, just as I was as I thought about her. I had to wonder, though, would a woman that sexy be unattached and actually call? A stream of my hot juices flew forward as I heard the phone ring...

 

[gaigirl]

Kris

Kris got off the train at her stop, and decided to drop in at the supermarket on the way home to do her Saturday shopping. Cruising the aisles for her weekly essentials, she couldn't shake the idea of Chicken Kiev. She selected her favorite bottle of South African wine in anticipation.

By the time she got back to her apartment, Kris was ready to take the plunge and call Jeff.
Dumping her bag of groceries on the counter, she dug the scrap of paper out of the pocket of her jeans, and dialed his number.

Jeff answered on the third ring, with a breathlessness that led Kris to believe he might have run to the phone. Hearing his voice, Kris wondered if she had interrupted something, and lost her sense of confidence.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Jeff. this is Kris. The crossword puzzle on the T this morning?" Kris reminded him. "I have my calendar out and was hoping to pencil in that offer for Chicken Kiev. How did your book signing go?"

As they chatted about the events of the day, Kris found herself very turned on by Jeff's voice. Holding the telephone with one hand, she reached up under her sweatshirt with the other, and began to lightly tease her nipples as they laughed together about the questions that Jeff had been asked at the reading. Her hand trailed down over her belly and undid the button at the top of her jeans. Then the next, and the button after that.

Kris' fingers found her swollen clit, and began to dance over it while she talked to Jeff. Before long, it was clear that the jeans were only in her way, and Kris cradled the phone against her shoulder to enable her to use both hands to pull them down over her hips to the point where she could kick them off.

Standing in the kitchen with her jeans tossed off with a flick of her ankle, she sat down on a stool at the breakfast bar, and spread her legs wider to more fully access her wet, ripe arousal as she continued to chat with Jeff.

 

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I couldn't believe it. She CALLED. I still felt a little less than relieved, so almost unconsciously I continued working myself. She wanted to take up my offer for Chicken Kiev and then she askeda about the book signing. My god, the people there were annoying. We laughed about the "how do you get your ideas?" and the "what do you think of (insert name here). We laughed and talked and suddenly I detected a light squishing noise. She couldn't be...was it? I had to ask. I let it go on for about a minute, my own pumping getting faster... "What's that noise?"