Jocelyn

Jocelyn

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Genre: Erotica

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Submitted: October 28, 2016

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Jocelyn was a delicious mix of Mexican-American and Caucasian.

She had known Matt since her hiring six years before. The ink was barely dry on her PhD diploma when she was hired. In that six years, they both recognized that they had become best friends.

In no time, he recognized she had the sharpest mind in the department. Personally, they laughed a lot together and she admired his even handed view of humanity.

At the beginning of her seventh year, at a department Halloween costume party, he saw her arrive in a Crown Victoria driven by a man who could be a professional driver by the look of him. She talked to him at length at the curb. He called to her and, apparently, the heated discussion with the man in the car held her attention. To help her out of her situation, he called to her, “Hurry, Jocelyn. They can't start without us, Honey.” She finally trotted away from the man and his car. “Hold that door for me, Cowboy.” He noticed a weak, tired smile as she got nearer. “Thanks for what you said. It chased him away. Good thinking.”

He naturally had a happier and more energetic one for her to help brighten her spirits. “Who was your friend and what's his problem?”

“That's Ben and he thinks because we had one date years ago and he is helping with a project of mine, we're involved. I told him I'd finish it myself and he should get lost.”

“What was the project? Maybe I can help.”

“I don't want to tell you here. Its not for all ears. Were did you get the cowboy get up?”

“I've had it since the two summers I worked on my aunts cattle ranch in Wyoming during college. Whenever I'm invited to a costume party, I just throw this on with jeans and a western shirt.” “We seem to be dressed similarly. I take it you're supposed to be a dance hall girl. Where'd you get the outfit?”

“Sophie in theater arts told me about a theatrical costume store in San Francisco. Let's get something to eat and I'll tell you about my project. They've got ribs tonight.”

The ribs were tender and plentiful and the line was long. “What can you tell me about your project?”

“Nothing yet. Let's look for a place to sit that'll give us some privacy.” They finally found some seats away from the others. They started eating and he said, “So, what's the project?”

“For some time, I've wanted to go to the Hooker's Ball in San Francisco and do the dress up thing. I want your ideas of what I should wear.”

“You sure do like to show it off, Girl. You'd look great in anything. You're one of the few women I know who has a mind as good as your body. I'm thinking, with your skin color, white, lacy underwear with heels and hose. That look may not go over with everyone there, but it sure works with me.”

 


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