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 Romance Friends Turned Lovers (MxF, Slice of Life, Romance, Smut) SherryBerryxDunkLunk

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by SherryBerry, Jul 4, 2018.

  1. SherryBerry

    SherryBerry Classy Minx Member

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    It was move-in day for 21 year old Charlette. She had found that Paul, the son of one of her dad's good friends, had a room open for rent for a decent price. She hadn't known him that well- Their dads had been friends for 30+ years but did not see each other very often due to living in different places so it was not like their kids had grown up together, and in fact, Charlette was about ten years younger than Paul. They had met once in person, about a year previously, when Charlette and her family were invited to stay with their family at the vacation home they had in Hawaii. They had been a little flirty there.. She liked him. He was gentlemanly, kind, caring, and could be very charming. He was kind of an outdoorsy ruggedy type who was into wildlife photography and enjoyed exploring the beaches and forests a short drive from the house.

    Charlette had decided to move back to Shady Grove to continue her nursing degree. She knew that Paul lived there but did not know he had a room for rent until he replied to her ad online and they had reconnected. Her lease was up at her old place. She was looking forward to moving in with him... Her boyfriend, Dave, was not too fond of the idea. Charlette was beginning to not be too fond of him. They had been together for a few months but he was a drinker and had already been caught cheating before. Why she gave him another chance she never quite understood herself because that was one thing that she really did not like- being made to look like a fool. Dave lived further away, and already had "roommates" she'd never met so his opinion of her moving in did not matter too much to her. He would just have to trust her.

    Charlette pulled up to the small little rustic wooded lot with the cute little fenced yard and little front deck in her little red Volkswagen, and a big white Chevy pickup pulled into the driveway behind her. She got out and out of the pickup one of her best girl friends, Charlene got out. She and Charlene weren't the type that were afraid of a little hard work and could get lots accomplished together. Charlene let the tailgate down and the two began to unload boxes, a few in each of their arms at a time, and began to load them into the bedroom that would be Charlette's.
     
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  2. dunklunk

    dunklunk You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die. Member

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    Bonham. Plant. Jones. Page. If that were a law firm, it would be one kick-ass law firm, Paul Gudas enthused as one of his favorite parts of the song was approaching. John Bonham and Jimmy Page were performing their respective magic on drums and guitar, and then it was time to join in vocally, albeit in a hushed tone of voice, allowing Robert Plant to be front and center. And loud. As always, John Paul Jones provided the backbone with his bass thumps.

    . . . I was a young man, I couldn’t resist. Started thinking it over, just what I had missed. Got me a girl and I kissed her and then and then . . . Whoops, oh Lord, well I did it again . . .

    Anything from Zeppelin had always warranted an increase in volume, but ass-kickers (in his opinion, anyways) of favorites such as How Many More Times required full-throttle volume. One of his regrets was never seeing and experiencing the band perform live. YouTube was as good as it got.

    Steering into the final, soft right hander that led to his home, Paul’s blood pressure spiked a bit upon viewing the tail-end of a white pick-up protruding from his driveway. And then he remembered Charlette was moving in today. BP on the descent, he parked his muddied Subaru just a bit beyond the truck near the fence. Upon extricating his 6’3”, 185 lb. frame from his vehicle, he spied the red VW parked in front of the pick-up. That would be Charlette’s, he surmised, while the truck more than likely belonged to a friend. Gotta love those friends on moving day, he thought while smiling.

    The 30-year-old was eager to download the photographs he had taken earlier in the day. And since everything seemed to be digital these days, the process didn’t take anywhere near as long as when he used 35mm film. Less equipment was also needed, which was an absolute godsend, especially when lugging photography gear through forests and uneven terrain. Hence, the empty room that he agreed to rent out to Charlette. Previously, it had served as his darkroom. When all that kit became obsolete, Paul decided that an easy source of income was to rent the room.

    Naturally, he was extremely picky during the process, not all that bent on sharing his personal space and quiet refuge with any ol’ schmoe who happened to answer his ad. When Charlette’s message of interest came through, he was exceedingly hesitant on even considering it. Noting her age, it was evident what people would be focusing on. Rolling her first and last names on his tongue, however, sparked a somewhat distant memory. Searching his mental archives, he found it. But of course! he triumphed. She was the daughter of one of his dad’s long-time friends.

    And he was pretty sure, though by no means 100% positive, that they had previously met. Hawaii kept flashing in his mind’s eye. Soon, he fondly recalled their flirtatious behavior on the island. Right now, he attributed that to being on vacation, alcohol, the islands, alcohol, the mellow temperature, alcohol. Back to reality, Paul thought of Charlette as more of a friend than anything else. That, and perhaps a tenant for sure. He was well aware of their age difference, and he was cool with that. It’s not like he had eyes for her, or any misconceptions of her being dating material. Yeah, dream on, Old Man, he thought with a smirk. Still, her age was a minor concern, especially with Jemma potentially looming in the background. And that was an entirely different ball of wax. That said, Jemma did walk out on him, so technically, he could do whatever the hell he wanted. Besides, Charlette was of legal age.

    Paul laughed to himself, wondering why he was even thinking about this. Best get on with it, he thought, as he ran his right hand through his brown hair, mostly out of habit, since it was already short. Boxes remained in the pick-up’s bed, so he grabbed what he could realistically carry (no delusions of Super-Man grandeur here) and proceeded into the house. “Hello,” he announced. “That you, Charlette?”
     
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  3. SherryBerry

    SherryBerry Classy Minx Member

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    Just as Paul walked into the house with boxes in hand, Charlette and Charlene came back out of the bedroom together. Just a few more boxes, but Charlette hadn't quite realized how much crap she had accumulated in her short life already. She had drawn open the curtains on the windows in the front room there to allow more light to come in, though it would be getting dark soon. Charlette was wearing her ruffled pink button-up blouse with some white shorts that showed off her long, smooth, athletically toned legs. Her hair was in two neat little braids. Seeing Paul, she was immediately reminded of just how handsome he was in person. Her cheeks became a bit flushed, but she hoped he wouldn't notice.

    "Oh, thanks, Paul. We'll get the rest."

    Charlene gave a nod and a smile at him, and greeted him. "Hi there. I'm Charlene. I'd shake your hand but seems your hands are full. Nice to meet you, though, I've heard lots." She gave Charlette a teasing look and smile, and laughed a bit, as they walked past him to get the last boxes out of the truck.

    They both came back in a few seconds later with the last four small, clear plastic storage bins, two to each of them, stacked atop each other, and sat them down in the bedroom.

    "Well, I better get going now. Let you get settled all in. Call if you need anything, Char." Charlene said, pulling Charlette into a hug. Then she turmed to Paul, shaking his hand finally. "Again, nice to meet you, Paul. I'm sure we'll all be seeing each other again soon. You guys have a goodnight." With that, she got in her truck, pulling out of the driveway and up the street, leaving the two of them alone.

    Charlette wasted no time in making herself at home, plopping down on the couch there. "Moving sure is a pain. I think I'll leave the unpacking for a little later. Not like there's any rush."
     
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  4. dunklunk

    dunklunk You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die. Member

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    Heading toward what was now her bedroom, Paul stopped and stepped aside as two women came into view, one of whom was Charlette. Beating him to the punch, her friend introduced herself as Charlene. Proper handshakes would have to wait a little while longer since his hands were full. She seemed nice enough, and of course, both women were attractive with a capital A. As they made their way past him to retrieve what was left from the truck, he lingered a bit, enjoying the view of the pair’s retreating forms. Though to be honest, he zeroed in on Charlette, as her white shorts were like a neon sign beckoning in the night sky. Those toned legs of hers didn’t exactly help matters.

    We already discussed this, Old Man, he amusingly thought, continuing on to her bedroom. Finding an empty spot, Paul placed the boxes on the carpeted floor while ruminating the pair’s names. Really? Did they both have to start with Char? In fact, if you were to dissect it further, their names began with Charle. The only difference was the –tte and –ne at the end. Well, he sincerely hoped that was as far as Charlette’s friends went with Charle. He’d look quite the fool in trying to keep them straight.

    He was positive that the last time they had seen each other was about a year ago in Hawaii. Could she have filled out that much more in 12-months’ time? Again, not our problem, Old Man, he reminded himself. In order for him to avoid umpteen reminders of this in the future, Paul wondered if Charlette would agree to wear nothing but a Glad Heavy-Duty trash bag while in his presence. That way, he figured the only body parts of hers on display would be her feet, arms, and head. Shaking his head at such a ridiculous thought, he was nonetheless tempted to ask. Though of course, he never would raise the question.

    For this, he truly felt sorry for the male species who would cross her path in Shady Grove, as well as wherever else Charlette eventually moved on to. Smitten would not even begin to describe what awaited the poor fools. Thankfully, he didn’t consider himself in the same league as her. True, he had yet to graduate to the Senior League, though by no means did he occupy a spot in the Premier League either, as did she. Dang it, the middle ground again, he mused, laughing in spite of himself.

    Following a hug with Charlette, pleasantries were finally made with Charlene. Paul was somewhat surprised at how quickly her friend left the house and drove off into the early evening. He had always thought that moving day ended with pizza and beers. Well, it still could, as Charlette was right there in a heap on the couch. Cuz let’s face it, no matter how good you looked, you always, always ended up in a heap on some kinda furniture nearby after moving day.

    Paul shrugged at her statement about moving, as there was nothing of any worth to add to it. Smiling at her, he asked, “Unpacking for another day? Excellent! You must be hungry and thirsty after expending all that energy.” Moving to gather a light jacket and his house keys, he inquired, “What say we go into town for some pizza and beers? My treat.” Almost forgetting his manners, he quickly added, “Or, whatever it is you wish to drink. Although if you don’t mind, Charlette, how ‘bout we take your car? My poor Crosstrek is not too presentable to the general public right now.” Laughing at the visual of his filthy Subaru, he stood there, waiting for her reply.
     
  5. SherryBerry

    SherryBerry Classy Minx Member

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    Charlette was quite hungry so pizza and drinks sounded very appealing. But, in the process of the move, she had excreted a bit of sweat and didn't feel quite presentable enough to go out. So, in response, she said to him:

    "Sure... That sounds amazing right about now. Let me just take a quick shower and get changed?"

    She stood up from the couch, without waiting for much of a response.

    "I won't take very long, I promise."

    She went into the bedroom and dug out her change of clothes and her blow dryer. He would hear the shower turn on in the bathroom. She went about her business, sudsying herself up. The hot shower felt very nice after such a long day. But, then, she realized that she had forgotten to grab a towel. The shower glass was clear. She sighed, and then hesitantly called out.

    "Hey Paul... Umm... Ha... I forgot to grab a towel... Would.. You mind bringing me one? Please?"

    Her cheeks were already flushed at the thought of him coming into the bathroom while she was showering.
     
  6. dunklunk

    dunklunk You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die. Member

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    Her need of a shower made sense to him. It was a girl thing, or more appropriately, a female thing. Paul totally got the freshen up concept. He'd gladly do the same, but visions of pizza easily trumped that idea. So he dawdled in the living room, waiting for her to be done with her shower. Mentally perusing the pizza parlor's menu, he wondered what kinda pie Charlette would enjoy, until he heard his name called out from the bathroom. Something about no towel.

    Sighing, he knew quite well the layout of his bathroom. More specifically, the fact that the shower door was clear. Had he been his 22-year-old self, he would have gone in there guns blazing, with her requested towel wrapped around his neck as if it were a cape. Unfortunately, Charlette was invoking his 30-year-old self. Following a soft knock on the door, he entered with the towel spread at arms' length, like it was a flag to be draped across the shoulders of a conquering heroine. Two things, as far as he was concerned: Firstly, he delivered her asked-for item. And secondly (not to mention more importantly), he was in total respect of her nudity, as all he saw was her wet, naked feet.

    "Here ya go, Charlette," he stated as he quickly draped the towel over the door. And just as quickly, Paul executed a clean about-face as he headed for the door and salvation.
     
  7. SherryBerry

    SherryBerry Classy Minx Member

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    Charlette's cheeks turned even more red as she heard him enter. She kept eyes on him and was surprised, albeit, a little disappointed that it appeared he didn't even try to take a peek at her. Or if he had, he'd been very discreet.

    "Thank you." She said to him, before he headed back out.

    She breathed a sigh of relief as soon as he was out of the room and had to fan herself a bit, and try her hardest to put it out of her mind just how nice it may be to catch a peek at him naked in the shower. Come on, now, she thought to herself.

    She changed into a dark, long-sleeved v-neck sweater that her cleavage was peeking out of the top of, and her favorite faded blue jeans. She took her hair out of the braids and it fell in wavy, bouncy curls to her mid-back. She put on just a little red lipstick, eyeliner, and mascara to make her best features further pop, and then came out of the bathroom, grabbing up her keys and purse from the table by the door.

    "I'm ready now, just tell me where we're going."
     
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  8. dunklunk

    dunklunk You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die. Member

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    Patiently waiting for Charlette, he took to flipping his keys while sitting in a chair. Key ring on his right index finger, Paul flicked them backwards, then forwards, then backwards repeatedly. In mid-flip, The Vision appeared, and there went the keys to the carpet. He tried not to stare, though he figured he was failing miserably. The dropped keys, on the other hand, played the perfect distraction as he knelt to pick them up, thus taking his eyes off of her.

    And what a sight she was to behold. Charlette’s dark, long-sleeved V-neck sweater showed just enough of her bosom so as to tempt. The amount of cleavage on display was what Paul would term a sampler, as he had no doubt whatsoever that she possessed various tops that revealed a whole lot more. That trash bag concept of his was looking more and more like a genius idea. With her hair out of those braids and free flowing, she cut quite the fetching figure of the young woman she had blossomed into. Psst, Old Man, came the reminder. I know! I know! he laughed inwardly. The make-up, well, that was like frosting, not entirely necessary, but more than welcome just the same.

    “I thought we’d try Mama’s Home-Made Pizza,” he replied with a smile. “Their deep-dish pizza is killer, though if you feel like something else, they also make awesome calzones and sub sandwiches, hot and cold ones.” As Charlette stepped through the front door, Paul flicked on the porch light, and locked up behind him. Walking toward her VW, he couldn’t help himself and glanced at her curvaceous bottom. Big mistake. A chant resounded in his ears: Trash bag, trash bag, trash bag.

    You’re killing me, Old Man, he thought; yeah, you and me both.
     
  9. SherryBerry

    SherryBerry Classy Minx Member

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    Charlette did take note of his stare, a soft blush coming to her cheeks. She giggled softly seeing him drop his keys and knelt down with him to pick them up, beating him to it, letting him take it off of her finger.

    "Here you go."

    Her mouth began to water a bit as Paul listed off the various menu items. She was hungrier than she had realized.

    "Ooh...I wouldn't mind splitting a deep dish. I haven't had a good one for quite a while now."

    When they got to her car, she unlocked it and then turned to him, trying to hand him her keys.

    "Do you mind doing the driving? Since you know where to go..."
     
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  10. dunklunk

    dunklunk You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die. Member

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    Approaching her red vehicle, he reflected on a minor incident that had taken place mere minutes ago. Paul had been slightly surprised when Charlette also knelt to retrieve his keys. This probably explains why she reached them first. It was either that, or the youthful advantage she held of being nine years younger than him.

    As they were in kneeling positions, he casually removed the set of keys from her finger, thanking her in the process. Being that close to her, however, produced consequences of its own. Charlette radiated that just-out-of-the-shower fresh scent, and the mixture of soap and shampoo was driving him bonkers. Paul was unable to ascertain if she had indulged in any perfume, but really, it didn’t matter. She smelled good, period. The contents within her V-neck sweater were also pining for attention. He deftly avoided the temptation by keeping his eyes on hers.

    Charlette’s request for him to drive made perfect sense, since he did indeed know where the pizzeria was located. Although in reality, navigating the streets of Shady Grove was nothing like downtown New York City, for example. For one thing, there was no comparison as far as the volume of traffic was concerned between the two locales. And the best part? Drivers here were significantly more considerate than their counterparts in the big city.

    Since he had been under the impression of riding shotgun tonight, Paul was situated on the passenger side of her VW. Being that as it may, he held the door open for her after agreeing to driving duties. Seated and strapped in, he backed her car out of the driveway and headed toward deep-dish nirvana. Charlette’s little Volkswagen was like a motorized torture chamber, in that their proximity seemed to be heightened within the car’s comfortable, yet intimate interior. Her alluring aroma, of course, continued to torment him.
     
  11. SherryBerry

    SherryBerry Classy Minx Member

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    During their ride, She was mostly focused on the scenery going by. The little town had only grown slightly since the last time she'd been there but really hadn't changed all that much. It was nice. Small, quaint, and charming, especially the downtown boutiques. The wind lightly whipped her hair around her face. As if it knew where they were headed to, her stomach let out a little growl, above the sound of the engine.

    She laughed a little at herself, blushing lightly. "I guess I am pretty hungry."

    As he was driving, and only when she was fairly certain that his eyes were focused on the road, she took the opportunity to give him a closer look over... God, he was handsome. Certainly far more handsome than Dave. Those sparkling eyes and that stubble-y beard.. Was it possible he was even more handsome than the last time she'd seen him?

    It wasn't that far of a drive to the pizza parlor and her mouth was practically watering once they got parked.
     
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  12. dunklunk

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    Since the music coming from the car’s radio was set at a low volume (though still loud enough to know what tune was being played) Paul distinctly heard her stomach grumble for sustenance. Had her vehicle of choice been a muscle car, he doubted he would have been able to pick up her tummy’s rumble. Alas, her VW’s engine note purred like a kitty cat during an extended petting session. He was also aware that most people, himself included, were usually embarrassed at their stomach’s audible betrayal.

    Charlette made light of it with a laugh and a light blush. Still, he wished to put her further at ease. “I heard that,” he said while chuckling. “And that’s okay, cuz you should be hungry. Moving is so stressful as it is. There’s the packing, the loading, the unloading, then the unpacking. So yeah, you should be famished and I’m glad to know that you are.” Point made, his eyes returned to the road, as there wasn’t much farther to go now.

    Pulling into a parking space, the eatery’s tempting odors began their assault on his nostrils. As Charlette fumbled with her seatbelt, he removed himself from the driver’s seat and traversed his way to her side of the car. Thankfully, she didn’t drive an old-school Cadillac, so the ground for him to cover was not very much. Holding her door open, he waited for her to join him on the pavement. With the height advantage, her peekaboo cleavage was difficult to miss. Dammit, he silently cursed. Even when he tried not to look, there was some body part of hers presenting itself in all its glory.

    The red VW now locked, the pair headed inside for some much-anticipated refreshment and nourishment. Seating themselves in a booth, Charlette, of course, sat opposite of him. Her feminine loveliness on full display, Paul figured this was gonna be a potentially difficult and trying next two hours or so. He seriously wondered if she’d notice if he stared at the jukebox in the corner the entire evening. Nah, that wouldn’t fly, he correctly deduced.

    Paul ordered his beverage of choice, while she did the same. After extensive perusal of the menu (and much back-and-forth banter), they eventually agreed on a deep-dish combo pizza. Charlette shot him a raised brow when she heard him order a small, an expression he definitely noticed. No sooner had the waitress left their booth that he decided to explain his choice of a small instead of another size. With a knowing smile, he stated, “Their small deep-dish comes in six slices. And when they say deep-dish, they mean deep-dish.” For added emphasis, he held his right index finger and thumb about two inches apart. “Trust me, Charlette, way before we’re done here tonight, your tummy will cease its grumblings real quick. Guaranteed.” He laughed while gazing into her eyes, as that seemed to be the safest port of call. Other than that, it was her ears, her nose, her . . . Eyes it is then!
     
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    Sitting across from him she seemed to be having the same issues as he was with hers. She didn't quite know where to look so for a bit there, she looked everywhere else. The tabletop, the wall, other people, the jukebox. Until she finally settled her eyes on his like he did figuring her shifty eyes could be suspicious.

    But his eyes were so enchanting it was hard not to become lost in them and so she had to stop herself from staring. Luckily their drinks arrived. A few beers should help her to losen up a bit. She took a sip off of her beer, giving him a soft smile, hoping that the dim light would hide her soft blush on her cheeks.

    She opened her mouth to try to start up a conversation but just as she did her ringtone interrupted her. Who could that be? She pulled her phone from her pocket. Dave. Great.

    "One sec. I'll be back."

    She answered with an unenthusiastic "Hi." As she got up from their booth, walking over into a quieter corner of the bar. She could be seen shaking her head and hanging up within just a few minutes.

    She returned to their table. "Sorry abo that. I'm not gonna answer anymore calls tonight. Not from him."
     
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  14. dunklunk

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    As captivating as her smile was, Paul was actually thankful that her cell phone diverted her attention. And so it begins, he thought, smirking all the while. In his experience, and based on her reaction, the caller was either a current boyfriend, a wanna-be boyfriend, or an ex-boyfriend. Get used to it, Old Man, this is her life now, he thought. Yeah, I know, he replied. He just felt bad for the dude on the other end of her phone call.

    Sliding back into her side of the booth, Charlette’s demeanor was semi-hostile and apologetic. Her mention of “him” didn’t seem at all pleasant, and he felt bad for her. But he wasn’t about to say so. He now wondered about the dude on the other end. Was he a prince or a prick? If Charlette’s current body language was anything to go by, he’d have to place his chips on the latter.

    Not knowing what else to do, Paul offered her a slight nod, somewhat acknowledging her crappy dilemma. “Sorry about that,” he murmured, not sure if she heard it or not.

    "You okay, Charlette?" he asked, looking into her eyes.
     
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    Charlette looked back into his eyes, almost getting lost, again. She nodded, and sighed softly.

    "Yeah. I will be." She took a swig of her drink.

    "Let's see what's on that jukebox." She dug around in her purse for a few seconds before producing a small little leather zippered change pouch, walking across the room dropping a few quarters in, flipping through and making her picks of the eight songs she had put in money for. There was some Zeppelin mixed in with old blues. The down and dirty kind.

    She sat herself back at the table just as their pie was being brought out. "That looks delicious." She didn't hesitate to dig in, pulling off a slice and setting it on her plate. She held it up and sunk her teeth in.

    "Oh, man... and it tastes just as delicious."
     
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    Though her response to his question lacked the usual gusto he knew her personality was capable of, it at least rang on the affirmative side of things. Paul watched as she wandered over to the jukebox, which also served as a reminder of her fine figure. Apparently, his eyes weren’t the only pair tracking her movements. Sweeping the room, he easily counted at least four young men (in other words, four young men closer to her age) staring her way. He found this amusing, though by no means surprising.

    After all, she was awfully attractive with a smokin’ hot body (and that was with clothes on!). He wondered about that shower episode back at the house, and how it woulda been oh so easy to catch an eyeful of her birthday-suit splendor. Well, the gentleman in him would never allow such a cheeky thing to happen. Not to mention, he didn’t wanna appear to be a perv during her first day at the house. Never once did Paul consider that perhaps, just perhaps, Charlette wished for him to see her nude.

    Coins were slipped into the music machine, buttons were pushed, and Paul lingered a moment more at the enjoyable view. He timed it so as she turned back, his gaze went to his pint glass, which he promptly lifted toward his lips for a healthy pull. Since no one else fed the jukebox, he was curious to hear what her selections turned out to be. Charlette’s return to their booth coincided with the arrival of their pie. And what a glorious sight it was! That included her, too, not just the pizza.

    “That looks delicious,” she said, eyes firmly on the prize. “Uh huh,” was all he could manage in agreement as his taste buds started celebrating prior to his first chomp. Just then, a blues tune emanated from the machine. He liked her choices already. As she helped herself to a slice, he chose the one next to hers, closer to him. With the masterpiece on his plate, he waited for her to take the fist bite. "Oh, man ... and it tastes just as delicious," Charlette said. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and he dug right into his slice, after a sprinkling of crushed pepper flakes and some parmesan cheese atop his slice of pizza bliss.
     
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    Trying to remain somewhat lady like and remember her manners she tried to restrain herself from just full on wolfing down the big slice and moving onto the next.

    "Oh right." She mumbled, her mouth half-full, cheeks puffed like a squirrel's full of nuts, and as if action spurred her memory that the hunger had clouded. She reached across for the red pepper flakes sprinkling them on quite heavily, but no parmesan cheese before she continued to devour, moving right onto a second slice that she did the same to.

    She laughed, sticking her tongue out to try to get relief from the sweet burn she felt, before swigging down some more of her beer. She was a lightweight and if she didn't take it easy, just two more and he may end up having to carry her out. And she wasn't sure what else would/could happen if she were to become more uninhibited. But if Dave could get all drunk, she could have all of her own fun too, she thought to herself, deciding to make the most of the night.
     
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    dunklunk You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die. Member

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    Whoever this Dave dude was really didn’t matter to Paul right now. Though he was well aware that he did hold some kinda sway in her world. He was just happy to see Charlette enjoying herself so much. And yeah, this enjoyment of hers was obvious, if her puffed cheeks, compliments of the deep-dish was anything to go by.

    Second slices now on both plates, Paul was loving it in how she was attacking and leaving no pizza prisoners behind. Her massive dumping of pepper flakes, however, was quite impressive, he had to admit. As their waitress brought them another round of beers, the opening chords to Zeppelin’s Ramble On burst from the speakers. His head pivoted toward the song’s source. When it returned to front-and-center, he wore an appreciative smile, and complimented her, “Solid song choice, Charlette.” He fondly recalled How Many More Times? had blared from his car’s stereo earlier in the day.

    One more slice left for each. At this rate, there was no way that any leftover deep-dish would be joining them on the drive home.
     
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    The pizza was doing a splendid job of satisfying her hunger and purging her tummy growls.

    Dave was far from her mind halfway through the second beer. She was nearly full but figured the pizza might help to wane off the effects of the alcohol though she was already feeling a bit oozy. Nonetheless she scarffed down the last of her pizza slices.

    After taking the last bite of her last slice, without being able to stop herself, a loud burp escaped her mouth. Her cheeks turned red and she quickly covered her mouth wide-eyed. Then she began to chuckle hard.

    "Sorry... Sorry.."

    She hoped he would be able to laugh with her.
     
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    Ravenous. In just one word. The pizza slices were slain like the true fodder they were all along. He had to laugh at her loud belch.

    Paul quickly inserted, "No apologies, as it is expected." Proving his point, he did the Shrek-fist-to-his-chest with a loud-enough burp of his own. He hoped to put her at ease.