Rose 2.61: Chess

     The next morning, I decide to work on my chess skill before going to work. As I do, Shauna comes in with the watering can. I do not believe she's invaded my personal space on purpose judging from the surprised look her face.
     She doesn't say a word to me but starts tending Papa's old garden.
     Don't look at her! I tell myself.
     I should know better than to think that would work. Of course I look at her. I can't help but look at her. With a body like that, who wouldn't? Why shouldn't I admire what's right in front of me?
     I have always loved Shauna's curves, and age has done nothing but make them better. Nature has indeed been very kind to Shauna. Oh, how I would love to cup her in my hands.
     My hands clench into fists against my thighs as I force my attention back upon the chessboard.

     My eyes helplessly drift back to the blonde beauty.
     She's posing. She has to be doing that on purpose. She must know that is the perfect angle to admire her curves, even her legs...
     I let out a huff of annoyance as my pants fit tighter.

     I clear the board. It's no use. Damn woman.
     "Would you like to play a game of chess?" I ask in a polite way.
     "No thank you," she answers sweetly and leans down just...enough to make sure she's done a good job of watering the plant closest to me. "Your mother asked me to weed and water the plants."
     I'm sure she did, I think angrily, seeing this as another one of Mama's attempts at playing cupid, and it's an excellent excuse. Because she's also PAYING you to help her around the house too. You're NANA, not Shauna. Just Nana.
     "Okay," I answer generically like it doesn't matter to me one way or the other.
     And Nana has a plump, round ass that belongs in my hands. I get up to take a shower, a very COLD shower.

     This isn't going to work. All she has to do is walk in the room and I'm ready to pounce. It doesn't help that I KNOW how good it is to have her, to have that petal-soft skin under my hands...
     I let out a moan in frustration.

     This shower isn't cold enough.
     I debate calling Karina. Maybe she can beat this out of me.
     But I don't know if that will help. But I'm in desperate need.

     I make the call, and it goes straight to voice mail. I don't leave a message. Maybe we can visit a storage closet at work.

     Karina approaches me at work, seeing I'd called, and out of pity for me, we do decide to visit a storage closet for a while. She tries to help me in her own way, but it doesn't work. Then, she lets me woohoo her, hard. For a few blissful moments, I feel better. Then, the vision of Shauna leaning over just right while she'd watered the plants enters my thoughts, and I groan.
     Karina tells me she thinks I'll only feel better if I have Shauna, but I can't do that! There is no hope for me, but Shauna will be okay if she leaves. My heart aches with the thought, but I would feel even worse should I wake up one day and realize I've ruined the sweetest woman ever created.

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