For The First Time

(by Alison Brooks)

Disclaimer:

These characters are mine and are all a product of my imagination. It’s just a
short moment between two lovely ladies.

God, she is gorgeous. Long, dark brown, curly hair, fascinating brown eyes which sparkle when she is excited and a body to die for.

It was about seven months ago that we met. I remember it as if it was yesterday. There I was sitting in the third rail car of the line 2431. Like every morning the regional train brought me in 43 minutes from my hometown to work. Bored my eyes were roaming over the other passengers. And there she sat. Her hair was in a tail and she wore simple silver glasses on her beautiful nose.

Her eyes were focused on the laptop in front of her, while her fingers worked on the little keyboard ‘klick klick klick’. Her business suite was bright grey and on her white blouse was the top button open. I was totally captivated from her presence. When she looked briefly in my direction, I pretended to find my shoes very interesting. How creative.

Anyway, since that day we’re every morning from monday till friday in the same rail car. Well not for two weeks in august. I guess she was on her holidays.

Although we share every day the same rail car and sit then together at this place for three-quarters of an hour, we never spoke with each other in all this time. But I think that she recognized me. I’m sure, cause she smiles always shortly when she comes and when I leave. We even sat in front of each other a couple of times. But totally unusual for me, I never dared to talk to her.

Today she again sits down in front of me. It’s incredible how a short smile can go so much under my skin. Right now she puts her laptop like every morning on her tighs. She opens it and...what does she do now? She close it again? What the...

“Hi, I’m Kendra.” Oh my god, she is talking to me for the first time and extend her hand in my direction.

“Ehh...hi. I’m Mel, ehh...I mean Melissa, but my friends call me Mel, so...usually everybody. Not that everybody is my friend, but...” Damnit I’m babbling. Maybe when I smile now I can rescue the situation. Oh...her hand. I take it and...wooosh! Lightnings are running through my body. Incredible. That never happened to me before. Never.

She lets my hand go and smiles at me in a little confused way. Probably because of my stupid introduction. Her eyes are still on me. Maybe I should say something.

“So...Kendra. You also have a long way to come to work?” What a stupid question. Obviously she has a long way.

“Actually, yes. Seems like we have that in common.” I smile. What else shall I do?

Today she is wearing a skirt. A knee-length one. It’s black and fit perfectly to her bright blue blouse. And like always her top button is open. And how her brea…oh god, I’m staring on her breasts and that while she is looking at me. I have to say something. Anything. Now. And her beautiful face is definitely higher than that.

“What are you doing for living?” Is she grinning at me? She catched me. Every bet. I’m blushing, that I can feel.

“I’m cd in a full service agency.”

What the hell is a cd? And what a full service agency?

“And you, Mel?” She calls me Mel. And her voice is so damn sexy. I hope my smile is not to bright.

“I’m working for the police.”

“You’re a police officer?”

“Inspector.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Kendra, what is a cd?” Now she’s smiling. And how sweet that looks.

“I’m a creative director. I’m responsible commercials on tv as well as for completely campains. I try to get customers to buy candies or elect politicians.”

“So you also do public relations?” She shrugs her shoulder. God, that is so cute.

“It happens. So, Mel, what does an Inspector exactly do?”

We speak the whole time, till it’s time for me to go out.

“Kendra, it was a pleasure to meet you. See you tomorrow?”

“You bet.” For a moment I can’t move. This smile is so captivating. But then I remember that I really have to go. A last wave with my hand and I leave.

The end

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