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Subject: {ASSM} Mousy Girl by Rachael Ross (M/F, No Sex, Rom)
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The Mousy Girl

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
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Story Codes: M/F, No Sex, Rom

The Mousy Girl
By Rachael


"I don't feel like it." I told my roommate, Darla. "Seriously, I'm
just gonna stay here."

"You never feel like it, come on!" She was shaking her head. "You
gotta get out or you'll go nuts."

Sometimes I thought I already was nuts. I was a senior in college, 21
years old and single, living in a small apartment with Darla. I'd met
some guys over the years, but nothing serious. Not since high school,
and that hardly counted. Couldn't be serious in high school, maybe not
even college, but I might have pretended. If I could go on more than
one or two dates with a guy.

I was the mousy girl. You know what mousy means? It means like sorta
cute, or kind of pretty. Or a sweet girl, with a nice personality, but
not the girl you'd ever get romantic with. Not really. In the
dictionary it means drab, boring and quiet, or shy. I suppose that was
all of me.

I had boring brown hair, flat and straight and down to my shoulders.
If I tried to do anything with it, nah, it just frizzed out. Dull
brown eyes, not stupid dull, but just the color. Brown, like the most
common brown eyes you never looked into.

A sharp pointy little nose, one that might have been cute except for
the glasses I had to perch on it. Round wire rimmed glasses that kept
sliding down no matter how much I tried to adjust them. A small mouth,
nice teeth, but when I smiled I kept my lips closed, so who would ever
know? Three years of braces does that, it teaches you to keep your
mouth closed when you smile.

So I had a sort of cute face and my body was okay, but nobody was
writing home about it. My boobs were too small for one thing. I mean
I'm not all that big anyway, just 5'3" and a hundred pounds maybe, but
my breasts were barely B cups. I mean if I really took a deep breath,
and mostly that just changed me from a 32 to a 33 you know? It doesn't
really change cup size.

My butt's nice. I knew a guy would check me out if he saw my ass
first, but it didn't go much farther than that. Okay legs, normal
feet. I had all ten toes and I even painted them pink sometimes, just
cause I could. I had a lot of free time in the evenings. The only
thing I really liked about my body was that I could eat anything and
as much of it as I wanted and not gain a pimple or a pound. That was
sorta nice.

It didn't get me any dates though.

But neither did staying at home. Darla was going out with her
boyfriend and theoretically he, Tom, was going to bump into a friend
of his named Kyle. So if I tagged along, Kyle might bump into me,
maybe. I'd danced to this tune before though, so I wasn't especially
excited. Blind dates were usually best left to romance novels and
friends of friends, who always seemed to meet their true loves. I
hadn't even met phony love, meaning a guy willing to say he loved me
just so he could get into my panties.

Most of that was my fault though, just because it was hard to get me
out the door. I wasn't hopelessly shy, but I was a long ways from
outgoing, I'll tell you that much. Talking to a man, like a good
looking one who might actually be interested in me, that was my worst
nightmare. I just didn't know what to say and yeah, guys like to talk,
I know, but sometimes they want to listen too. They expect it even,
and when it doesn't happen...Hmmm...

"You have to come, Nina." My roommate decided, digging through my
closet.

"I have to?" I looked at her.

"Yep." Darla nodded. "Where's your clothes?"

"Uh, that's it." I shrugged.

"I thought you went shopping..." Darla sighed. "You're pretty hopeless."

"I know." I tried to look contrite.

"Well don't just sit there. Go get ready!" She was going to dress me
after my shower, because Darla was like that.

Sometimes I think the only reason she'd asked me to move in with her
was because I was like a full size Barbie Doll for Darla to play with.
If Barbie was mousy, I mean. Darla and I had been roommates in the
freshman dorm our first year and so we'd become friends, cause it's
hard to live a dozen feet away from someone for a full year and not be
friends.

I had other friends too, but Darla was my best one, and so we'd roomed
together our sophomore year too. Now we were going on two years in our
apartment together. I liked it, and not just the little bit more
freedom we had living off campus, but also the fact that we could have
guys over as often as we liked.

Not that I ever had a guy over, but Darla did, and I sort of liked
laying in my bed at night, listening to Darla and whoever she was with
have sex in the next room. Darla was loud and she loved sex and if I
closed my eyes I could almost pretend it was me underneath that big
cock, getting seriously fucked by my boyfriend, or even some guy I'd
just met in a club or something. Darla liked guys and while she had
steady boyfriends, she also had a lot of one night stands.

It turned me on, seriously, just because I couldn't do it. So I
pretended a lot, in my bed, playing with my pussy while my attractive,
outgoing friend had sex. She was right, I was going crazy.

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Darla looked great, all tall and nicely rounded without being fat,
just totally soft. She had round hips, a nice round ass, big round
tits, a pretty face with wavy black hair that fell sort of recklessly,
like she'd just gotten out of bed after some great sex. I loved her
hair and I have no idea how she made it look like that. Like she never
brushed it, but it looked good anyway.

Especially in her designer jeans, which looked painted on, and the
creamy sweater she wore, that was just thin enough so you could see
her dark nipples underneath, if you looked close enough long enough. I
know because Darla had me stare at her tits for thirty seconds until I
decided I could see her nipples finally. That made her happy, like it
mattered somehow.

Add some dark blue eyes, a little red lipstick and we were going to
get laid that evening. Darla with Tom's big dick, and me with my
vibrator, listening to them.

I tried to emulate her, putting on the dress Darla had picked out for
me. It was kind of a yellow color, like mustard, and sort of sexy if
it had been on someone else. It had made the mannequin look pretty
hot, but once I got it home and put it on, it just looked okay. I had
to fight down my emotions then, since being jealous of a mannequin in
a department store was just going to put me on some sort of
medication, I was sure.

I was wearing it now though, at Darla's insistence. She zipped me up
and grabbed my tits from behind, squeezing them and shaking my breasts
up and down a little.

"Hey!" I turned my head.

"Relax, I'm just fixing this for you." Darla laughed at the look on my
face.

"I thought you were turning lez." I turned around as Darla let me go.

"Only for you, baby." Darla grinned at me, sticking out her tongue and
wriggling it.

"Yeah, right." I grabbed a barrette, so I could pin my hair back.

Neither one of us were even close to being lesbians. But I got hit on
once in awhile, seriously, and I kind of lived in fear of waking up
one day and realizing the only way I was gonna have sex was with a
dyke named Butch. For some reason those girls liked me. Probably cause
I was so mousy

Let me skip the part about how Darla tried for half an hour to fix my
hair and finally gave up and went for some aspirins. I'll skip the
part about how Darla tried to put me in her 3" spiked heels too. I
almost broke an ankle, it's a painful memory. We might as well skip
Tom's grand entrance when he picked us up; since all he did was
salivate over Darla. I was the invisible woman and my nipples got hard
watching him play with her ass for a moment. When Darla pointed me out
to him, Tom stopped with a self-conscious grin.

So shoot, we'll just skip all the way to the restaurant. See how
simple life is for me? It was a nice restaurant and we'd just ordered
dinner when all the bumping began.

"There he is." Tom smiled and nodded towards the door.

Happily too because with me present, Tom had to be sort of polite and
engage me in conversation, since Darla was holding a long night of sex
over his head. She was always watching out for me that way, making
sure I was involved. I'd have been happy to sit there quietly, but
Darla would feel bad if I did that. So Tom had to talk to both of us.

"Kyle, hey." Tom was standing up and he shook the other guy's hand
while Darla and I sat there.

He was a good looking guy, like really good looking with nice black
hair, kind of short and neat. Dark eyes, a handsome face with a strong
jaw. Great body, really tight from what I could see under his casual
suit, or I guess that's what he was wearing. Charcoal slacks and a
jacket, a light blue shirt with a properly loosened tie...I was going
for that look in a big way. He wasn't the usual sort of guy you'd find
on a blind date, that was for sure, and the reason was standing right
next to him.

She was like 5'11" and 124 pounds of blonde and blue 36-24-36
underwear model packed into a dress that screamed 'Fuck Me!' I almost
plugged my ears it was so loud, but instead I pushed my glasses up my
nose and forced myself to smile. I knew what was going on now...It
wasn't a blind date at all, just fate having a little fun with me.

"...This is Darla and Nina." Tom was introducing us.

"Nina, wow, okay." Kyle was smiling at me and I probably would have
creamed right then, except he wasn't done talking. "I have a Nina
too."

He pushed the blonde goddess forward with a hand in the small of her
back, which was very small I'm sure. She smiled at us too, but I got
the impression it was a professional smile, the sort she practiced in
the mirror every day. She was very good at it and it would be easy to
say I hated her, but mostly I just expected her.

"You're name is Nina too, huh." It wasn't a question and she nodded,
looking me over and I could tell she thought I was giving all the rest
of the Nina's a bad name.

"Yeah." I squeaked.

"Small world." Tom said, just so the blonde would look at him.

"Too small." The woman said, but softly. I don't think Darla heard it
because she was looking for an excuse to be angry. This wasn't what
she'd planned on.

Kyle and the real Nina sat down with us, just for a quick drink, Kyle
said. A chance to catch up with his old friend Tom. Neither one of
them were in college. Tom was a partner in a small construction
company; Kyle was a lawyer, but a good one he assured us, working for
the District Attorney's office. He put bad guys in jail and he was
pretty interesting. Smart, relaxed and funny. And handsome, did I
mention that? Yeah, he wasn't my blind date, that was for sure.

He was sitting next to me, between me and Blondie, and Kyle would look
at me, much more than I would have expected him to. That was
flattering, especially since he was smiling usually, but I chalked it
up to guilt. I was pretty sure Tom had told him there'd be a girl
there waiting to meet him. But Kyle had brought his own, so...I was a
spare tire. One of those cheap skinny ones only good for a few miles
before you threw it back in the trunk.

We talked for a little while, or they did, I just listened mostly.
That was one thing I had in common with my namesake. She wasn't
talking either, but she wasn't shy, just amazingly bored.

Kyle's celphone rang softly and he apologized, taking it out of his
pocket and looking at the number. He pushed a button and shrugged,
setting his phone down between his drink and mine. A few minutes later
he covered it absently with a napkin, and he'd done it good too, no
one noticed except me and I didn't say anything. I just thought it was
strange, but the Blondie was whispering in his ear at the time, so I
pretended not to notice. I didn't want to interrupt her.

Dinner arrived and Kyle and his Nina finished their drinks, saying
they had to get going, all that sort of thing. Tom invited them to
stay, but no no, have to get to the club, you know, mingle and dance
and take the bimbo home and fuck her in the ass...Nah, Kyle didn't say
that, but it would have been nice if he had. A little honesty would
have been refreshing.

"Nina, it was nice meeting you." He shook my hand gently and his hand
was soft and warm.

"It was nice to meet you." I returned his smile with my own, a small
shy one, and then I remembered his phone. "You, uh..."

But by then he was walking off and I might have said something louder,
or picked up the phone and gone after him, but the restaurant was a
little too nice for that, or I was a little too shy really. So I
looked at the napkin and decided that I'd wait until after dinner and
then act surprised when I found it. Tom could take the phone, give it
to Kyle later and everything would be okay.

That was mousy girl logic at work. Do anything but get attention.

About the time we were almost finished, just sitting back and talking
about how good the food had been...The napkin rang.

I stared at it, a little guiltily, I imagine. What if it was
important? Jimmy Hoffa had turned up and they needed Kyle right away!
He didn't have his phone because I'd just sat there and said nothing.
I tended to think like that. World hunger and the war in Iraq was my
fault too. On the weekends.

"Uh...The napkin's ringing." Darla giggled.

Tom sort of looked at me, since it was like 2 inches from my hand. I
guess I had to be the one answering it.

I lifted the napkin and there was Kyle's phone, ringing softly, but
very impolitely in that nice restaurant. Other people were looking
now, wondering if someone was going to do something about that noise
because it was disturbing the ambiance. This was just getting better
and better, so I chided myself for being afraid of a phone and picked
it up, pushing the button that looked like it was the right one and
holding it to my ear.

"Uh, hello?"

"Hi, Nina?" A man's voice said and I jumped about six inches and
almost dropped it.

"Yes." I said slowly, swallowing hard. "Who is this?"

"Kyle." The man said. "I thought I'd give you a call and see if you
wanted to go out tonight."

"Tonight?" I blinked, not really understanding what was going on at
all.

"Who is it?" Darla was looking at me all confused.

"Um, this is your phone." I said, just because I had no idea what to
say.

"I have another one." Kyle chuckled. "I left that one for you. So how
about it?"

"How about...?" I'd forgotten the original question. "Where are you?"

"It's Kyle?" Darla was leaning closer, smiling now and grabbing my
arm.

"In my car. I had to take Nina home, it just wasn't working out for
us." Kyle said. "But uh, maybe you and I...Dancing? Do you like to
dance?"

"Well, yeah." I bit my lip. "I mean, no, I don't really, uh..."

"Something else then." Kyle said good naturedly. "I'll come by the
restaurant and pick you up, okay? About ten minutes?"

"Ummm..." I looked at Darla and she was making funny gestures with her
hands and face, asking me what was going on. That wasn't helping the
ambiance either, or my nerves.

"Oops, red light...Uh, twelve minutes." Kyle paused. "You're still at
the restaurant, right?"

"Yeah, uh we're here, but..."

"Great." Kyle said. "I'll see you in a few minutes then. Bye Nina."

"Bye." I said.

I pushed the off button and just stared at the phone while Darla
peppered me with questions.

"He's picking me up." I looked at Darla. "In ten minutes."

"Really? God! He's a hunk too!" She was grinning at me.

"What happened to uh...What's her name?" Tom asked, pretending like he
was only concerned for Blondie's safety.

"Shut up." Darla gave him an elbow.

"She uh, didn't work out." I shrugged, having no idea what that meant
exactly.

"So?" Darla was smiling at me. "He's picking you up, right? You better
get ready, Jesus...Come on..."

She was pulling me to the ladies room, but it wasn't like there was
anything we could do. I looked like I looked.

"He's probably out there already." I said, glancing at my watch. Darla
was trying to do something with my hair. Again.

"So?" My friend giggled. "He's supposed to wait. He called you,
remember? That was so cool. He planned that right from the start. If
it doesn't work, I want him."

"Yeah." I swallowed nervously. I'd figured that much out, Kyle's plan
I mean. I just didn't understand why.

Kyle was waiting outside when we finally emerged, but he was smiling
at me. Not at us, at me, which was only slightly disconcerting. The
single rose in his left hand was much more bothersome.

"Nina." He said and it was nice, not a question, not an exclamation,
just my name, like he'd been waiting all night to say it.

"Uh...Ow!" I jerked when Darla pinched me. "Hi...Kyle."

I licked my lips and this would have been a good time for Tom to talk
about baseball or cars, or something. Guy talk. But nobody else was
saying anything.

"I hope you don't mind." Kyle was handing me the rose. "I saw a little
flower shop and...You know."

"Sure." I narrowed my eyes because I didn't know. "Oh, um...I have your
phone."

"Why don't you hold that for awhile." Kyle's eyes were sort of hazel,
or green flecked with gold maybe, I couldn't decide.

"Hold your phone?" I giggled nervously.

"Yeah that way um, well if we get separated, you know...I can find you."
He shrugged.

"Sure." I nodded. "And if I get bored I can call my mom."

"Ohhh...Mom?" Kyle grinned at me. "On a first date? You play rough."

"Well, I'd save her for the second date but I don't get too many of
those."

"Good."

"Good?" I stared at him, sensing a mild rebuke there someplace.

"I hate competition." Kyle winked at me and I think it was the first
time in my life a guy ever did that. It made me blush.

"Well, you two kids have fun." Darla was all smiles, her plan coming
together nicely now. "Don't keep her out too late, Kyle."

"Oh, don't worry. I'll get her inside soon enough." Kyle nodded.

I was still trying to decipher that when Darla made me promise not to
do anything she wouldn't do.

"That's a short list, Darla." I teased her and she just laughed,
leading Tom away after he'd given us a cheery goodbye wave of his own.

"Now..." Kyle faced me as I stood there holding that rose.

"Yeah, now." I nodded seriously.

"We can do whatever you want, dancing? Movie? I think the circus is in
town if..."

"How about a walk?" I suggested, simply because I figured I could use
all the oxygen I could get.

"Sure, I'd love to walk with you." And Kyle sounded so sincere I
thought he was making fun of me, but he didn't look like it.

It was a nice evening anyway. The sun had just set and the night
promised to be a warm one. We were downtown, in what they called the
Gas Lamp District because it was all rebuilt in antique fashion with
gas limps that used electricity. They looked nice anyway, glowing
yellow above the sidewalk cafes and bars and shops that stayed open
late.

"So what happened with your date?" I twirled that rose in my fingers
as we walked slowly.

"Oh, Nina?" Kyle tilted his head. "She broke a nail."

"What?" I looked at him sharply and then I giggled when I saw his
smile. "That's not nice."

"I know. I'm sure she'll make someone a fine daughter someday."

"But not you." I made a happy little sound.

"Not me." He shrugged. "Enough about other people, let's talk about
us."

"Us?" I rolled my eyes.

"Well, you me, we can take turns."

"You first." I walked around a mime, hoping it wasn't contagious.

"I hate those guys." Kyle gave the mime a look. "Your turn."

"That doesn't count!" I laughed.

"If you laugh, it counts." He told me seriously, "Everybody knows
that."

And somehow we spent an hour talking about me, which wasn't only
unheard of, it was actually pretty flattering, and by the end of it I
was reasonably sure I was head over heels in love with the man. I felt
like a virgin, honestly, but I'd been on dates before. I'd been
Frenched, fondled and fucked more than twice. But this
was...Different. It made me wonder what was wrong with him.

"Come in here, let's get a drink." Kyle was holding my hand by then
too, which had been just a little scary at first, but I was getting
used to it.

"Okay." I let him lead me into some jazz place, one of those blue lit
grottos under the fire escape, and it wasn't disappointing. It was
very romantic.

We sat at a small table with a candle, drinking wine and listening to
an odd trio consisting of drums, piano, and guitar; but neither of us
knew anything about jazz. I found the music rather confusing, so it
was easy to ignore and that was fine with me. I was busy trying to
think of a way I could let this guy know he could fuck me, without
sounding like a slut. Not an easy thing for a mousy girl to do.

"I have a confession to make." Kyle was smiling, but his eyes were
sharp.

"Oh?" I leaned forward a little.

"I uh, I don't get a lot of second dates."

"Heh." I gave him a little chuckle, not believing a word of it.

"No, seriously, Nina. I have this urge, this...It's my Catholicism, you
know I have to confess or..." He sighed. "...Something."

"A catholic schoolboy, huh?" I pushed my glasses up my nose, which I
did constantly, but right then I was painfully aware of it.

"Yeah...Are you catholic?" Kyle gave me a questioning look and then
smiled. "Never mind, um...Oh, anyway. I like to say this early in a
relationship, not that we have one, but just in case."

"Okay..." I was waiting patiently.

"I enjoy BDSM...uh...That's it." He nodded and sat back a little, sipping
his wine and looking at me expectantly.

"That's what?" I widened my eyes.

"What I wanted to say." He sucked a little wine off his bottom lip.
"Are you okay with that?"

"With you being into BDSM?" I laughed lightly. "Or are you asking me
if I'm into it?"

"Uhhhh...Yes." He smiled.

"Well..." I swallowed nervously because this was sorta what I wanted to
talk about, but a little different too. "...I'm okay with you being into
it."

I was nodding and Kyle was nodding with me.

"And the other?" He rubbed the tip of his nose, which I'd noticed him
doing before when he was acutely interested in something I was saying.

"I don't know." I cleared my throat. "I've never thought about it."

"So if I asked for another date, you'd say...Yes?" He said the words
slowly, almost shyly and gosh it was sexy.

"I'd say yes to a lot of things right now." I told him, feeling
incredibly brave just then, but it might have been my only chance, and
I took a large swallow of wine as soon as I said it.

"Oh." He looked surprised at that, but then he recovered and smiled.
"So, are we playing twenty questions now?"

"Do you have to ask that many?" I giggled and it was the wine, I
swear. It was making me a little crazy, that and the music, and the
rose laying on that candlelit table. It was a conspiracy and hardly
fair.

"Do you want to go to my place?" Kyle asked me and his voice was soft
like his pretty eyes.

"Yes." I nodded and my heart was thumping in my chest.

I felt like I'd just outfoxed myself, because the real me would have
been home in bed already, my ear pressed to the wall and listening to
Darla and Tom having fun. But I was going home with Kyle instead. That
seemed very out of character for a mousy girl like me.


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