Big Beautiful Dreamer
ridiculously contented
~BHM, Romance - A bar pick-up develops in a big way.
Part 1
The transition from college to work had not been as bad as Gerard had thought. True, he’d been bracing himself for soul-sucking, energy-crushing slave labor as against parties, rugby, pickup basketball and the occasional exam or paper, so having expected the worst, he was pleasantly surprised at the reality.
True, he had to sit at a desk for eight hours a day, but to his surprise he found he actually enjoyed the banking business. After four years of part-time work as a teller, he’d had no trouble jumping one rung up the ladder, with a promise of better-paying jobs to come.
Besides, it was Friday.
“Hey.” Evan stuck his head in the doorway. “Goin’ to Sutherland’s. Wanna come?” From Evan, that counted as an engraved invitation.
“Sure.” Nothing much awaited him at the apartment. Who knows, he might even meet someone.
Three hours and six beers later, he had loosened his tie and was feeling no pain. He looked around. Evan had his hand up a girl’s skirt and the girl didn’t seem to mind; Josh was openly engaging in some heavy breathing down Heather’s neck; Steve was dancing – if you could call hanging on for dear life and foot-sliding ‘dancing’ – with a girl a full head taller. The usual fun, he thought cynically.
Then Evan was elbowing him sloppily. “Hey. That chick’s been eyeing you f’r an hour,” he said thickly. Gerard dizzily tracked his gaze. Through the haze of bad lighting, he could make out a woman in her early twenties giving him an unmistakable wink. She was of average height and possessed of the curves to which he’d always been partial, filling out her red V-neck T-shirt and black skirt nicely. Clumsily Gerard got up, untangled his recalcitrant feet, and made his way to her with the remains of his dignity.
“Hi, I’m beautiful, may I buy you a drink?” Whoops, that wasn’t quite right. Now she had her head thrown back in laughter, her chestnut hair brushing her shoulder blades and exposing delicate garnet earrings.
“Sure, beautiful. Wanna get out of here? Somewhere quieter.” Without a backward glance, Gerard hooked his arm through hers and steered her out into the blessedly cool night. He paused and gulped the fresh air, then gave his head a terrier-shake and had his first good look at her. Her face was friendly, if not necessarily pretty, and she was well fleshed without being fat. Her hands rested lightly on his shoulders as if by right, and her gaze from dark green eyes met his.
“Oh,” he gulped. “I’m, uh, I’m, uh, my name is Gerard.”
“I think I liked ‘beautiful’ better,” she said lightly. “I’m Barbara. There’s a pizza place a couple of doors down.”
After a few minutes of comfortable bickering, they settled on toppings and a pitcher of draft. Gerard was already a little looped and Barbara, when the beer came, acted as though she enjoyed it.
“Wow ... that’s a big pizza,” Gerard said solemnly. He gazed at the pie owlishly. He was well on his way to drunk for certain sure. Best not to drink on an empty stomach. He’d better eat a little something.
The pizza was hot, freshly made, and better than it had any right to be. Both were hungry and quickly disposed of two large slices each. Barbara picked up a third slice, then hesitated.
“Maybe I shouldn’t,” she said wistfully.
“Well, I’m a growing boy,” Gerard replied. “Sure you should – eat up.”
Story continued in post 4
It Happened One Night
Parts 1 - 5
by Big Beautiful Dreamer
Parts 1 - 5
by Big Beautiful Dreamer
Part 1
The transition from college to work had not been as bad as Gerard had thought. True, he’d been bracing himself for soul-sucking, energy-crushing slave labor as against parties, rugby, pickup basketball and the occasional exam or paper, so having expected the worst, he was pleasantly surprised at the reality.
True, he had to sit at a desk for eight hours a day, but to his surprise he found he actually enjoyed the banking business. After four years of part-time work as a teller, he’d had no trouble jumping one rung up the ladder, with a promise of better-paying jobs to come.
Besides, it was Friday.
“Hey.” Evan stuck his head in the doorway. “Goin’ to Sutherland’s. Wanna come?” From Evan, that counted as an engraved invitation.
“Sure.” Nothing much awaited him at the apartment. Who knows, he might even meet someone.
Three hours and six beers later, he had loosened his tie and was feeling no pain. He looked around. Evan had his hand up a girl’s skirt and the girl didn’t seem to mind; Josh was openly engaging in some heavy breathing down Heather’s neck; Steve was dancing – if you could call hanging on for dear life and foot-sliding ‘dancing’ – with a girl a full head taller. The usual fun, he thought cynically.
Then Evan was elbowing him sloppily. “Hey. That chick’s been eyeing you f’r an hour,” he said thickly. Gerard dizzily tracked his gaze. Through the haze of bad lighting, he could make out a woman in her early twenties giving him an unmistakable wink. She was of average height and possessed of the curves to which he’d always been partial, filling out her red V-neck T-shirt and black skirt nicely. Clumsily Gerard got up, untangled his recalcitrant feet, and made his way to her with the remains of his dignity.
“Hi, I’m beautiful, may I buy you a drink?” Whoops, that wasn’t quite right. Now she had her head thrown back in laughter, her chestnut hair brushing her shoulder blades and exposing delicate garnet earrings.
“Sure, beautiful. Wanna get out of here? Somewhere quieter.” Without a backward glance, Gerard hooked his arm through hers and steered her out into the blessedly cool night. He paused and gulped the fresh air, then gave his head a terrier-shake and had his first good look at her. Her face was friendly, if not necessarily pretty, and she was well fleshed without being fat. Her hands rested lightly on his shoulders as if by right, and her gaze from dark green eyes met his.
“Oh,” he gulped. “I’m, uh, I’m, uh, my name is Gerard.”
“I think I liked ‘beautiful’ better,” she said lightly. “I’m Barbara. There’s a pizza place a couple of doors down.”
After a few minutes of comfortable bickering, they settled on toppings and a pitcher of draft. Gerard was already a little looped and Barbara, when the beer came, acted as though she enjoyed it.
“Wow ... that’s a big pizza,” Gerard said solemnly. He gazed at the pie owlishly. He was well on his way to drunk for certain sure. Best not to drink on an empty stomach. He’d better eat a little something.
The pizza was hot, freshly made, and better than it had any right to be. Both were hungry and quickly disposed of two large slices each. Barbara picked up a third slice, then hesitated.
“Maybe I shouldn’t,” she said wistfully.
“Well, I’m a growing boy,” Gerard replied. “Sure you should – eat up.”
Story continued in post 4
