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Jessica is a 24 year old kindergarten teacher, who just moved to Connecticut and is trying to find her away. Unfortunately along that journey she finds herself in the position of a mistress...
Sunday, March 9, 2014
Eyes are the window to our souls.
“So, an eye doctor huh?” I asked glancing up at Andrew as we walked down
the vacant board walk. He had just gotten done telling me about his two
practices, the smaller one was located here in town and his main office in
Stamford, where he lived; which was conveniently only a 40 minute train ride
From the time we left my house until
now I knew he was 37, had a German Shepard, Chance, went to college in New York
and preferred Milford to Stamford which is why he was always finding reasons to
work and stay in Milford at his apartment near the harbor. I had to admit, I
was a little intimidated when he told me all of this, seeing as he was clearly
better off then I was.
"Yes, an eye doctor, which I know seems kind of lame,” he added laughing a
little, “but my dad and my grandpa were both in the profession and it seemed
like the only choice at the time." He said, an underlying tone of regret
almost coming through as he said it.
I nodded my head understandingly and leaned into him a little, "well I
don't think it's lame" I said offering up a smile. "What can you tell
by my eyes?" I asked stopping and turning to face him directly, giggling a
little, trying to lighten the mood some more.
His big masculine hands found either side of my face and he peered down into my
deep green eyes, his own a blue color, which almost seemed gray from just a
quick glance and looked even lighter against his tan skin and dark brown hair.
"Well let’s see, you're smart, funny, messy, good cook," he said
laughing and I smiled, "seriously though, the way your pupils are dilated
I can tell you're nervous or turned on right now" he whispered, his face
closing in on mine a little. I felt my cheeks flush as he grew closer and
before I knew it his lips were on mine. Kissing me tenderly and soft at first,
almost as if he was scared I'd break. When my hands lifted to his chest,
pulling him to me by his T-shirt his kiss got even hungrier. His tongue encroaching
in on mine, his lips rough against my own. Just when I was wanting more he
pulled away and chuckled a little, his thumb brushing over my lips that he just
devoured, "guess it wasn't nerves" he whispered, turning us both back
towards my house and wrapping his arm around me, walking with me pulled into
him like he didn't know he just gave me the best kiss of my life.