It was good gear; less speedy than a Mitsubishi, but with a
cerebral buzz on the top and a heavy body hit like the ecstasy of old. It
delivered its silky messages through the loving membrane to the centre of my
brain with a herald of triumphant feathered horns. Liquid ease poured through
my veins as smoothly as warm treacle. My head was as open and clear as a Sunday
morning hush; my bells were ringing in celebration. It was good gear alright, and
it tinkled with expectation.
The phone trilled musically – so I answered it. I recognised the
voice immediately, it was my ex, and she was out to break my balls.
“I’ve seen you with that girl and you disgust me” she shrilled.
She needn’t have looked. No-one forced her to look, she was just
nosey. She cranked it up a level – strictly for my benefit. I held the receiver
away from my bloody ear. She had to vent her spleen;
“There is a word for men like you – you’re a pervert!” she
concluded.
Seventeen in leather boots; I must’ve been out of my mind. She was
my Lolita moment, forbidden fruit fresh on the vine; I couldn’t help but take a
bite. I was old enough to be her father, maybe that was the point, I didn’t
ask. We asked no questions and we told no lies. I mounted her like a billy
goat. I had the situation well in hand – a few sharp thrusts – a few long
strokes... I was slippery to the hilt, she made cooing noises.
Those budding breasts, emerging fleshy pears, all smooth and
jiggling, were a feast for my hungry eyes. There was the sloppy slap of sodden
groins; the strain of muscle and sinew, my senses where alive to her scent, her
essence. All concentration went to the pulse at the centre of my being – my
throbbing cock. The moment stretched and arrested. My cock, my monument to
virility, exploded disgorging a million incendiaries into her womb. Cool shards
of ecstasy foamed through our bodies with orgasmic delight. We collapsed back
onto the bed – all spent and tingling like electric eels. We expanded into the
night to become all the lovers in all the world.
I salute you Madame. Here’s to your brace of porcine offspring and
their ashtray faced urchins. Take a drag sweet lady, there is nothing like this
at sea, just sweaty hands and a quick rubdown with a wet sponge. I am a pervert. I’m a cradle snatcher –
indecent and rapacious.
“That’s good gear” I said
“Where did you get it?”
“From Santa Clause” She replied
“Enough said”
She liked to dance and I liked to watch her dance. Her moves were
purely sexual, not everybody can dance that way. She was going through a
pupation; the final emergence of her sex. She was pretty basic in that she
didn’t play games. I liked it like that. I had enough complication in my life.
When she’d come over we’d talk a little and then we’d cop some E’s
and fuck all night. She’d dance for me and we’d dance together; then we’d fuck
some more.
Dancing naked is a freeing experience, you feel quite exposed. You
feel you are doing something primal, magical, but it’s no good on your own -
you need a partner, one at least. That’s the beauty of ecstasy – it frees you
up to the possibility of self expression without inhibition.
“Ever smoked an E?” She asked.
“Smoked it?” I enquired.
“Yeah, crush it into pipe and smoke it”.
“No – never”
“Wanna try?” She asked
“Yeah – go for it” I replied.
I’ll try anything once and twice for good measure. I took a blast,
I took some more. It felt good; a thousand doves fanned my lungs and spread
their soft wings across my heart. My blood surged with electrical potential
into my fevered brain and pulsed in easy beats to the rhythm of my heart.
Something magical seeped into my eager flesh and I felt as buoyant as a cloud.
I shed warm rain from my opened pores and unfolded out into the universe like a
hungry flower.
“This is good” I oozed.
“Told you” – she had.
“This is fabulous”
“It’s great, but it doesn’t last long” she said.
“Nothing good ever does” I replied.
She
was candy sweet, my Georgia peach. The world revolved on those slender hips. She lit me up and
gladdened my heart. We frolicked as children in the summer sun and for one
brief season we were the best of pals. But summers end in autumn leaves and our
autumn arrived all too soon.
“I’ll
never forget you.”
It
was a bombshell. I knew it was over. She hadn’t said as much, but she was
already thinking of me in the past tense. I had always known it would come. I’m
a realist. However, I hadn’t anticipated the sinking sensation that gripped my
heart. I took it on the chin though and kept the beat.
“And
I’ll never forget you.”
With
20/20 I can see that it was a learning experience for us both. Our covert
assignations were thrilling and instructive. She learned to wield her power as
a woman. I learned to love with a lighter touch. We both received as much as we
gave and I have only fond memories of her.
The
days receded as summer dwindled. Things were winding down and she came around
less frequently. There was no discussion, no heart-searching, no tears. We
never said goodbye – she just stopped visiting. I never saw her again, but I
never did forget.
