Jeanette, The Vietnamese Vixen

"Hey, it's Jeanette," the voice on the phone said.

"Good to hear from you. How's everything going?" I expected Jeanette to call me, but not the next day. I must have made quite the impression on her.

"I'm okay. How are you? Did you do anything interesting today?"

"Nothing out of the ordinary. I just did some writing."

"Oh, you're a writer?" Jeanette sounded intrigued.

"Yeah. I've been writing for a while now."

"What do you write?"

"I contribute articles and blog posts to various magazines from time to time, but I write romance novels as well. I publish and market the books myself. It's tough, but it's something I enjoy."

Whenever I tell a woman I write romance novels, I usually expect her to laugh, but none ever have. Instead, most are happy for me, or curious. Jeanette was a case of the former; she said it was great I was doing something I was passionate about. Naturally, I asked her what she was passionate about, to which she replied "fashion," which didn't surprise me.

Jeanette told me she ran a blog dedicated to style and beauty, and worked as a makeup artist. She mentioned she had a corporate job a while back, but quit to pursue her passions.

"From what I noticed, people who are doing something they're passionate about tend to be much happier," I said. "I knew when I met you that whatever you were doing, you found it fulfilling. I should have figured you were into fashion, as well-dressed as you are."

"Oh, thanks. You know I run a fashion blog, right?" She gave me the website, then told me to check it out when I had some time.

A devilish grin made its way to my face. "Speaking of being well-dressed, you know what I'm going to ask."

"Nathan, you are terrible," she said, laughing. "Don't you ask me what I'm wearing."

"All right, all right. So, to what do I owe the honor of this phone call?"

"Well, I'm not going to lie; I was thinking about you all day. I'm so grateful you took the time out to listen to me yesterday, and I liked the way you approached me. Even though I shouldn't, I really want to talk with you again. Is that wrong?"

"Not at all," I said. "Let's meet up this Tuesday at noon for lunch." I suggested a cafe outside downtown, a little further from my house.

"That's fine. We're just going to have lunch, right?" Jeanette's voice seemed to go up an octave when she asked that question.

"Sure, unless you want to do something else."

She laughed. "I'll see you later, Nathan."

I smirked. While she didn't say yes to that, she didn't deny it, either.

I set the phone down after we hung up and went over to my computer and booted it up to check out Jeanette's fashion blog. Truthfully, I didn't know much about fashion, but I don't mind looking at something if someone tells me I should. I typed the name of her blog, then went to it.

I wasn't sure what made a fashion blog good or not, but I liked seeing Jeanette in many different outfits, so in my opinion, that was good enough. Her outfits were mostly brightly colored blouses, gold jewelry, though she also wore darker colors every so often. From her blog, I gathered she had a penchant for wearing shorts, skirts and heels to emphasize her legs, and possibly to make herself look taller. Occasionally, some of her blouses were a little more low-cut, which drew attention to a different part of her anatomy. Not that I complained about her showing her body; quite the opposite.

Few women could combine beauty and sexiness the way Jeanette did. After seeing her pictures, not to mention in person, I understood why she was married. Women like her tend to be taken off the market quickly.

What I didn't get though, was why her husband was more interested in porn than her. Oh, well. His loss, and hopefully, my gain.

Either way, her blog and sense of fashion would serve as good conversation piece tomorrow.

I went to sleep later that night, eagerly awaiting the next morning.

Though I slept in a little more than I would have liked, I woke up early enough to get myself ready for my lunch date with Jeanette. I decided to wear a dress shirt and slacks, and before I left the house, I shined my shoes, and when they were shiny enough to reflect light, I gathered my belongings, then left the house at 11:15. Instead of taking my car, I figured I'd walk. It was a nice enough day, and even on foot, I'd still get there early, which I liked to do, ensuring we had a table.

Traffic was light, though starting to pick up since the lunch hour was approaching. If Jeanette was coming, I figured she'd be a few minutes late, since she might be caught in it.

The cafe was livelier than I assumed, but I still had no problem getting a table. I sat down at the back of the room facing the door. It was 11:48, and I wasn't expecting Jeanette for at least another twenty or thirty minutes. I decided to answer emails and draft an article while I waited.

A few minutes before noon, the door opened, and Jeanette walked in. As expected, she was dressed to the nines: a dark blue blouse, dark blue, knee-length skirt, dark stockings, and a matching pair of stiletto heels. A silver bracelet sat on her right wrist and a pair of silver earrings dangled from her ears. She noticed me and strutted over to my table, then said it was good to see me.

I got up and hugged her. "Great to see you as well." I held her out in front of me, noticing the matching eyeshadow. Not a heavy amount, but still noticeable. "Wow, you're looking beautiful."

"Thanks. You look great, too."

"You ready to order?" I gestured to the front counter. Jeanette said she was, and we went over to order some fruit smoothies and sandwiches. I paid for both of our food and drinks, and when they were done, we walked back over to our table. I pulled out Jeanette's table, to which she thanked me, then took a seat. I sat across from her and took a drink of my smoothie.

"So, what were you up to earlier?" Jeanette asked.

"I answered a few emails and worked on an article a little bit, but nothing special." Jeanette took a bite of her sandwich, and I noticed she had a matching coat of fingernail polish. "What about you?"

"Honestly? Nothing, really."

"You must have spent a lot of time getting ready."

She laughed, nodding. "That's true."

"I know women spend a lot of time getting ready for dates, and not that you need the extra time to look beautiful, since you naturally do, but I do appreciate the time you took to look so stunning."

Jeanette stared at me, eyes wide. "Wow, thanks Nathan. Let me tell you, it's nice to be appreciated by a man, especially one as intelligent and honest as you. I really felt that compliment was from the heart."

"It was," I told her.

"If you don't mind me asking, how old are you? You look young, but you have a very mature personality."

I ate some of my sandwich before answering her. "I'm 25."

"Twenty-five? Really?" Jeanette's eyes bulged. "I would have expected you were at least in your thirties. Wow. I'm actually 37. I know you were wondering, so I figure I might as well tell you."

Some more people walked into the cafe. I watched them head to a different section of the room, then refocused on my date.

"I'm surprised you volunteered your age. Most women usually keep that a secret."

She waved a hand. "I'm not worried about that. You don't give off the impression of someone who's judgmental, so I figured I may as well tell you the truth."

We continued eating and engaged in some more conversation following that. I told her I checked out her blog, though I didn't know much about fashion; I just knew she looked good in pretty much every outfit she had on. Laughing, Jeanette said that was good enough, then she asked what my favorite outfit of hers was.

"If I answer, will you wear it for me the next time we meet up?"

"I should have seen that coming." Jeanette rolled her eyes and laughed.

"But to answer your question, I thought it was one of the recent ones. You had on this short yellow skirt with some tall heels, and your blouse was yellow as well. I thought that looked beautiful. I don't remember the title of the post, though."

"Don't worry. I know which one you're talking about. I give you an 'A' for effort," Jeanette said, smiling.

"So, are you going to wear it next time we meet, or the time after that?"

She locked eyes with me, her smile fading a little. Sighing, Jeanette downed some more of her smoothie, then continued.

"Nathan, do you think about sex all the time?" Truthfully, I expected some criticism because of my boldness. "It seems like that's all that's on your mind."

Taking the time to think, I said, "Well, since I'm a perfectly normal, healthy man, I do think about sex a lot. I'm not ashamed of that." I placed my hand on top of hers, which made her lock eyes with me.

"When I'm around a beautiful woman, that's what I want to do with her. It's not that I can't see value in her as a person, but I see her as a beautiful, sexual person, and I'd like to be intimate with her."

My date didn't respond immediately. The look on her face told me her thoughts were racing. I waited a bit for her to say something, then I decided to add one last statement.

"I'm a man who enjoys having sex with beautiful women. I don't apologize for my actions or desires, and I don't believe I should, nor do I believe you should apologize for your thoughts, feelings, or actions."

Nodding, Jeanette said that made sense. She told me she respected me for stating my desires and not budging.

Most men probably would have, but I see no reason to deny the feelings you have for someone, whether they be romantic, sexual, or both. I wasn't afraid of losing some sort of "game" or trying to hold all the cards. Organic communication gives much better and expeditious results.

We finished our lunch, then I walked her to the door, holding it open for her. She praised my chivalrous behavior, as we went outside. I continued to walk her to her car. Once we reached it, she wrapped her arms around me, then planted a kiss on my cheek.

"It was good seeing you," Jeanette said.

"The feeling's mutual. My question, however, is if you're free on Friday night, or is Saturday night better?"

Jeanette laughed. "I'll call you when I get home and let you know. Trust me, I'm looking forward to seeing you later, too."

With that, I opened her car door for her, which she thanked me for. I stood on the curb, watching her drive off. I walked in the opposite direction back to my apartment. Shortly after I arrived, my phone buzzed.

Jeanette sent me a text message letting me know she was free that Friday night at seven o'clock. I sent back "Wonderful," then typed my address for her and sent it. A few minutes later, she replied with "OK, can't wait to see you."

I grinned, then set my phone down on my desk and went to work on some articles I had been behind on. Try as I might, however, I couldn't help thinking of the Friday night's upcoming escapades.

There was something which I was curious about, though. From what I'm led to believe, married women are usually a little more reluctant about engaging in an affair. Most would not be prepared to sleep around so quickly. Either Jeanette must have really been attracted to me and felt a connection with me, or her husband's pornography addiction may have lasted for longer than I thought. Maybe both.

Either way, I looked forward to seeing her on Friday so I could ask her myself.

The rest of the week seemed to drag on. Whenever I'm looking forward to something, the time seems to move at a snail's pace. The day after my date with Jeanette, I worked on stories and articles, thinking about how much time was between then and Friday. Too much, I said. I should have invited her over to my apartment in the middle of the week, but most people usually have to get up for work in the morning, so I chose not to. Plus, there's something about weekends that make liaisons much better, though that may have been more psychological than anything.

However, when Friday arrived, I was ecstatic. I finished working in the early morning, then spent the rest of the day getting my apartment clean. At noon, I took a lunch break. Mere hours from then, Jeanette would be pressing my buzzer. I could barely contain my anticipation.

Women of her beauty and poise don't come along too often. Not only that, but her raw sexuality drew me to her like opposite ends of a magnet. Though she didn't show it, I thought back to our first meeting in her husband's restaurant, and right away, though she didn't show it to the rest of the world, I knew she was a woman who loved to fuck. I wasn't sure how I knew this, but somehow, I did.

I couldn't wait for her to show that side of herself later this evening.

As seven o'clock neared, I showered, sprayed some cologne, then dressed myself in a light blue dress shirts and black slacks. After that, I got dinner started. I decided on something simple: baked chicken breasts, mashed potatoes, and mixed vegetables. Though I wasn't much of a drinker, I also chilled some red wine, and set some glasses out, just in case Jeanette cared for a glass.

My phone buzzed a half-hour before seven. I picked it up and saw Jeanette sent me a text message letting me know she was on her way. I told her I couldn't wait to see her, then went back to cooking. Though the anticipation built to a fever pitch, I wasn't nervous in the slightest. It may have been because of a previous affair with a married woman, or Jeanette's apparent eagerness took some of the pressure off.

Either way, I checked the clock habitually and listened for my door's intercom as I finished preparing our meal. Even though seven o'clock was nearing, I expected Jeanette to be a bit late, so I took a little more time to fix our plates, then make sure everything around the house was just right. Right as I turned on my soft jazz music, I heard my intercom buzz. I checked my phone and noticed it was five minutes to seven. Surprised, I moved to the door and pressed "TALK" to ask who was there, then "LISTEN."

"It's Jeanette." Upon hearing that, I pressed the "DOOR" button to let her in. Even though it was only by five minutes, I didn't expect her to arrive early. I smoothed out my shirt seconds before I heard her knocking. After checking out of the peephole to make sure it was her, I opened the door.

When I saw Jeanette's dress, I couldn't help immediately looking her up and down. The dress was black, sequined, and long enough to reach the ground. The fabric covering most of the right side of her torso, letting just a little bit of her breast spill out. However, the left side was considerably less covered, exposing her shoulder, most of her left breast, and almost all of her left leg. I was a sucker for long dresses which still managed to expose a fair amount of skin; to me, outfits like that combined a woman's beauty and sexiness. Perfect for Jeanette.

She stood in the door and giggled, the sound brought me back.

"You look great too," she said. "May I come in?"

"Of course," I said, taking her hand, kissing it, and leading her into my apartment. I noticed the silver bracelets on her right wrist as I did so. Shutting the door behind us, I welcomed Jeanette to my humble abode. She laughed, looking around.

"Something smells good. You made dinner?"

I nodded. "Just baked some chicken breasts, made some mashed potatoes, and boiled some vegetables. Nothing special. I also have some wine if you want a drink."

"That's great. Good food, candles lit, and you have some music, too." Again, I nodded. "You really went all out. I'm impressed!"

Jeanette wrapped her arms around me and kissed me on the cheek. "It's not often I have a man really set the mood for me. I appreciate this, Nathan."

"It's no problem at all." I struggled not to gaze at her exposed flesh. "I like to create that ambience when I'm entertaining company of the opposite sex."

"So is this a regular thing for you? You know, having women over." Jeanette frowned some, the first time I'd seen her do so since we started talking.

Since honesty was always paramount in my mind, it was best not to lie to Jeanette. I told her that I did "date" another woman recently. Because she didn't ask, I didn't provide any details. After all, if I had, she would have thought I was the type to kiss and tell, which I wasn't.

"I understand," Jeanette said. "You're a very attractive man, Nathan, and we aren't really in a relationship, so it makes sense that other women would want to be around you."

She moved a little closer, lowering her voice to a whisper. "If you want me to be honest, that actually turns me on. I like a man who other women like. But it's even better for you, since you let me know you're dating other women. Most guys don't. Thank you, Nathan."

"No problem. Are you ready for dinner?"

I gestured over to my table and led Jeanette to it, her tall black stiletto heels clicking on my kitchen floor. pulling her chair out for her. She lowered herself into her chair and adjusted her dress. While I was up, I opened the bottle of wine and poured her a glass, which she thanked me for, then I went to my own seat and began eating.

We made small talk as we ate. I did more listening than speaking, allowing Jeanette to tell me more about herself and situation. While she told me her husband had been into pornography for a "while," she revealed to me that it had been a few years since she discovered his addiction. She checked his computer multiple times throughout their marriage, and talked to him about it, but nothing changed.

"It's hard for me to make love to him ... I keep thinking he's thinking of one of the women on those videos." Jeanette took a long sip of wine.

"I understand." Reacting to that wasn't easy in the slightest. I figured it would be best to just let Jeanette know I sympathized with her.

"Do you watch a lot of porn, Nathan?"

Before answering that question, I took a moment to think. "I've seen a few, but it's nothing like being with a real, in-the-flesh woman."

She nodded.

"Jeanette, there's something I'm curious about."

She asked me what I wanted to know. I took a moment to think of the right words.

"I'm just surprised you agreed to meet up with me so quickly, that's all. I'd like to know why."

Instead of responding right away, Jeanette finished the rest of her wine. I offered her some more, and she said a little would be fine. I poured her a half-full glass, and she took another sip, then crossed her legs, her heel brushing against my leg.

"I don't know. I guess it's been a while since I've really been ... 'with' someone, if you know what I mean." We both laughed. "That, and I really liked your honest, upfront way of communication. Of course, you're an attractive man, so that helps."

"Well, I do try to eat right," I said, bragging humbly. Again, both Jeanette and I laughed. "But seriously, I do appreciate the compliments. And being honest and straightforward, especially with women, is how I prefer to communicate."

We finished eating, then sat in silence for a moment. I swallowed hard, even though I knew Jeanette planned to have sex, I was still partially nervous. Still, I worked up the nerve to get up, move over to Jeanette's chair and help her up. She praised my chivalrous behavior once again as I took her hand. I kissed the back of her hand, then guided her into my bedroom.

Once there, I closed the door and turned on the lamp, filling the room with a dim light. The jazz coming from the living room was still slightly audible, still maintaining the ambience. I removed my glasses, then complimented Jeanette on her attire; specifically how she managed to look red-carpet glamorous, yet still bedroom-sexy. Laughing, Jeanette said that was the look she was going for.