Oklahoma Wind, a novel by M. B. Baldwin. (continued) Chapter Three .

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OKLAHOMA WIND CHAPTER THREE If you have any comments or questions about this story please visit our forum. http://pub2.bravenet.com/forum/161188529 A couple of years passed, and Paul went on dreaming that Dory would be his wife. Somehow, though, he had to become a part of her life before anything could happen. She was eighteen and would be graduating from school in a few months. There was no telling what she would do, where she would go after that. Paul had to make his move soon. He supposed he would have to start by dating her and then let things happen as they would from there. He wondered if they could have a good time on a date, simply enjoying each other’s company. If she would go out with him now, just as a friend, that would be enough to start. In thinking about all this, he began to wonder about himself. Was he really good enough for Dory? Could he really make her happy? He did believe that he could do anything she asked so she could be comfortable in life. It wasn’t that kind of happiness which worried him. It was his endless fantasies. He wondered if he could fulfill his part in them. Was he good-looking enough to attract her, to turn her on? That was the first step. The rest would be a matter of trial and error. Paul went into the bathroom and adjusted the door so he could study himself in the full length mirror that was attached to it. Though he looked a little older than sixteen, he looked younger than the guys he had seen with Dory. That might be a strike against him. His face was not the face of a boy, but it was not yet the face of a man. He was waiting for the peach fuzz to become real whiskers. His other features were subtle, not childish anymore, but not quite defined. He studied his blue eyes and golden hair. He arranged his hair a little bit with his fingers, feeling its thickness. It hung just over his ears and there were soft waves all around his head. Then he thought of the rest of his body. He was five feet, eight inches tall. He could see that his neck was beginning to thicken and his shoulders were becoming broad. From the waist down, he supposed he was of fairly good proportion. He was definitely not a little boy anymore. He straightened his jeans around his waist and looked in the mirror toward his crotch, curious about the way he compared to other guys. Was that important? Would it be important to Dory? He knew he wasn’t extraordinary but he knew he nothing could be done about it anyway. I’m really not a bad guy, he thought. I bet Dory will go out with me, if I ask her. He was not on an ego trip. That was his own sincere and hopeful evaluation of himself. As he stood there, his mind began wandering to fantasies of Dory. A gentle stirring in his groin brought him quickly back to reality. Rather than enjoying the moment, he found himself annoyed by the feeling, at least this time. Certainly, he had more than lust to offer this girl. To be continued... Copyright, M. B. Baldwin, All Rights Reserved.