I laid her down on the grass. As usual her skirt was above the knee and it slid back as she lay down, one foot lying straight on the ground and the other raised a little, exposing her thighs. I placed my hand over her knee and then slowly moved down to her thighs. I held her panty and tried to remove it. To my amazement she actually helped me get of her panty by shifting on her sides. I removed her panty from her legs and threw it aside. My hand soon grabbed her knee of the raised foot and began to slide down.
I pulled up the hem of her skirt right up to her waist. Her pussy now lay bared to me, cradled in the nest of her golden brown pubic hairs. Lying there waiting for me to discover it. I kissed her on her thighs and my tongue soon began to
explore the clandestine parts of her. I could now smell her feminist odor. My tongue then began to graze on her clits. She grabbed me by my hairs and began to push me, deep inside her. My tongue ravaged the insides of her pussy and I began to taste hungrily at her juices. “Shittt!” she exclaimed as both her legs began to curl up in position.
She pushed me more inside and I almost suffocated. My mouth was inside her, my tongue dwelling inside tasting her fluid and stroking what could certainly have been her G-spot. I pushed myself up on her belly and my tongue began to play with her navel. She had her hands over my back imploring me to get back to her wet orifice. Instead I got down to my side and pushed down my trouser down over my knees. “You really don’t mean to put that thing into me, do you?” she asked rather coyly. “Yes honey, and you and me are going to enjoy every bit of it.” I replied. “Hey Bhagwan!!! Save me.” she moaned and closed her eyes even before I was on top of her.
“Don’t worry Priyanka, it will be all pleasurable.” I assured my Priyanka,gently running my fingers through her hair. I was now going to fuck this little virgin. “Nooohh!!!” she cried.
I positioned myself on top of her, my dick lying on her wet pussy. All through this time I was gently stroking her hair to pacify her of her maiden pain. She bit her lip as my dick touched her clits and parted them. Her hands came over my hips as I slowly entered into her. “Ohhh!!! You are so tight.” I said as I gave a bit more force. Her body arched and she threw back her head lifting up her chest. I took her nipple in my mouth and began to suck it hard. I then slowly pushed my hips, my head almost inside her.
“Unnnhh!!! Nooo.” she yelped.
I had never again met a pussy so tight as Priyanka. I could feel my dick burn as I entered further into her. The head was now fully inside her and now I could feel a barrier blocking my way to paradise. It was her fragile barrier of shame, guilt and maidenhood. I kept stroking her hair as I interchanged her nipples and occasionally kept kissing her. I made a strong move and forced my penis deep into her. She began to wriggle like a snake trying desperately to escape from the eagle’s claws.
“No, please Rums, no. It hurts, please.” she began to plead. Her pleading only made me hornier as I again thrust my penis deep into her. She began to shout and moan in pain. I placed my hand under her shoulder and grabbed her breast with he other. My mouth went over hers and I again thrust my penis into her.
This time she threw her head back and yelped. “Aaaaagggh!” I had shattered her hymen. I again grabbed her mouth with mine and continued mauling her breasts. Her hands came over my back with a burning sensation for she was now nailing my back and biting my lips. I entered deep into her as her paws encircled my back, guiding me inside her. She was very tight and I enjoyed every bit of her. My prick began to thrust inside her, back and forth, first slowly and then vigorously. She too began to move her hips along with me. She was having an orgasm. I licked her face, her ears and her nipples and then I felt a storm brewing inside me. We both held each other tightly as I made my final force inside her pussy.
Momentslater I ejaculated deep inside her. She began to loose grip on me and lay down on the grass. I kissed her forehead as I removed my penis. It had trickles of blood as well as her fluid on it. A few amount of blood began to drip out of her now deflowered vagina. I felt myself lucky to deflower a virgin like Priyanka. We then got dressed in a hurry and as a final adieu to this wonderful moment we hugged and kissed each other for a long time. We trailed our way back to the birth hugging each other. The two of us enjoyed a lot such pleasurable sessions in the years to come. Today she is happily married with two kids and we still see each other, some times, at the Park.
She alone knows of all my secret affairs and my rendezvous with other girls. Her husband is a very good friend of mine now, quite obviously unaware that I was the one who first had his Priyanka and is still having her.
The End
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Yalor been busy with work and coming CNY . Glad that you guys like it .
Here’s one long story for you guys - Title :
The Girl in the Bookstore
I glanced up at the usual heavy dinner traffic inside the restaurant and to the television monitor that showed the drive-thru line backed up full. The pace had picked up slowly and there was no confusion; I had a good crew; we all knew it and liked working together. Every one of them saw my glance, knew what it meant and smiled in return. We got it handled, no problem.
The newest member, a tiny bright eyed, pony-tailed teaser, made another move, sliding her body across the back of me as I leaned forward against the counter to give her room to go by without touching.
Something was wrong with my life. Terribly wrong and I knew it, I just didn’t know what and why. A buzzer and blinking red light went off over the French Fryer; grease level low, my job.
I turned the buzzer off, fixed the problem as another girl, with me for almost a year waited. I smiled at her. “Tell the new girl I’m married or gay or something, okay?”
She smiled and nodded but went quickly back to work as the orders piled up while she had to wait.
A year ago I would have snapped the new girl up in a few days; cornered her somewhere, make a little pass and go from there. Not anymore. I just didn’t seem to care and I really don’t understand.
I managed to get through high school, barely. I know the teachers gave me a break because I was a Jock and everybody likes a winning team and I was pretty good at all of the sports. That’s kind of who I was, all the way through. I dated almost every pretty girl in school and a lot from nearby towns that we went to for sports events. I had a good time in school, never thought it would ever end…but it did.
I still live at home with both parents; they don’t seem to mind and we get along fine. I even chip in a little bit with money but they never take it, put it in an account for me. I kept the job I had had off and on through school and got promoted to shift manager with a little more money, everything seemed to be going along all right, but I wasn’t going anywhere, had no direction.
There was a girl. We had known each other forever, friends and then lovers; it was the first time for both of us, and even though it wasn’t ever said, I thought we both decided we would be together. Then I started going out and so did she and then…it just wasn’t the same anymore.
She went off to college and so did most of the people I grew up with. More school just didn’t seem like what I wanted to do, even with athletic scholarships, it didn’t appeal to me. I still don’t know exactly why.
Recruiters from every branch of the Military were all over the place and I thought about joining. Both mom and dad were against the war going on in the Middle East. I think that influenced me; I don’t really know. I didn’t want to get my ass shot off for any reason anyway.
I thought about getting an apartment, I could afford it, but I just saved money instead. The folks bought me a new truck for graduation; I knew it was money they had saved for years to pay for college. I felt bad about it, but they wanted me to have my own dependable ride.
The rush peaked and ebbed, the next shift came on; I stood before the mirror in the bathroom after I washed off a bit, always had to shower, the smell of hamburgers and grease soaked in after a few hours. The mirror looked back at me. Not a bad looking guy; short sandy hair, firm jaw, nice lines, blue eyes; girls seemed to like my large build and developed shoulders. I always worked out, kept in shape, even in the summer.
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Something was really wrong. What?
Nothing changed. Day after day, week after week. I worked, I ate, I watched the tube, I slept and did it all over again. Sometimes a weekend drive, just for new scenery. I had gone a hundred miles in every direction so even that diversion lost its charm.
I started walking to work and back, sometimes taking detours and other routes just to see up close the place I grew up in and couldn’t seem to leave. Something is not right.
I always carried a backpack with just one strap over my shoulder. Bottles of water, something to snack on from the restaurant, not much else, gave me things to do with my hands as I walked.
Another day, another shift over, another walk back home.
I must have been deep in thought about something because I almost walked right over her. He startled eyes were on mine as I blushed and looked up and apologized.
“No harm done. You didn’t even see me. No one ever notices me.”
I just blinked and thought.
“You don’t even recognize me!” Her face showed the words.
I took a step back and looked closer. I could see why. ‘Average’, was the word that came to mind but I didn’t say it.
“Should I?” I offered a smile and a little tilt of my head.
She lowered her eyes. “We went to the same schools all our lives, I know who you are.”
I took another step back and looked again. Glasses, a round face, non descript brown hair, average height, a fluffy full skirt and blouse and a little sweater vest that covered small breasts. I still had no idea who she was.
I know my face colored, I settled the backpack on my shoulder and put both hands, palm up in front of me. “I am sorry, but I just don’t remember seeing you ever before.”
Her eyes filled and that hurt me for some reason and left me completely confused as to what to do next.
I muttered, “I’m sorry…” I stepped to one side and took a step ahead to walk past her and away from the feelings I was having.
I heard a little grunt from her and saw determination and embarrassment on her face. She took a step sideways, blocking me.
I just blinked at her and took another step sideways in the other direction. She blocked me again, blushing deeply this time.
I didn’t know what to do or say. I glanced back over my shoulder, I could just turn around and go the other way.
“Don’t leave. Please.”
The look and the voice was plaintive and I felt pain for the second time since I had first seen her.
“I…I’ve never done anything like this before.”
I could barely hear her words.
She nodded off to the side. “I work here, at the bookshop.”
I looked over. I didn’t even know there was a bookshop there, never noticed.
“Uh, what do you want?” It was all I could think to say.
She took a deep breath. “I don’t know. For you to notice me just once, to look at me…”
My turn to take a deep breath and look at her again. As I did, she removed her glasses and let her hair down and shook it from side to side.
“I’m not very pretty, but I’m not ugly or anything, no warts on my nose.”
I felt the smile as it came to my face and watched her face brighten. She had a round face that was pleasant. She wore no make-up. No jewelry, not even ear-rings. But her eyes were wide set and looked to be a green, light blue, that seemed to shift and change.
“I think you look nice, very nice.”
“But not someone you would ask out or anything. No one ever asked me to go anywhere, not once.” She dropped her eyes again.
That didn’t fit in my head. “You’ve never been on a date with a guy, never?”
“No one ever asked me.”
It still didn’t register. “Why didn’t you, uh, let somebody know you wanted them to ask you?”
“I don’t do things like that; it’s supposed to be up to the guy to ask.”
More girls asked me out or let me know they wanted to go out than I ever asked, I could just tell and take my pick.
I think she saw my blank look and confusion.
“I’m going to college.” Her voice was very quiet.
I frowned. “If we are in the same class…we graduated over a year ago…”
“I’m waiting for something to happen.” She looked up and away as another car passed by.
I was puzzled. “What?”
Quiet voice again. “I can’t tell you.”
I thought…this is probably the longest conversation I ever had with a girl; what did that mean?
“Why not?”
“Can’t.”
Something was happening inside my head. I was feeling something for the first time in a long time, I just couldn’t figure what it was.
I looked into her eyes. “Ya wanna go somewhere for a coke, coffee, you hungry? Something to eat?”
Her eyes were full to brimming. “You’re asking me to go somewhere with you, with you? Really?”
I shook my head slowly. It had never been a big thing to go somewhere with a girl, I been doing it forever, what is the problem?
“You don’t want to go?”
“I have to close the shop in a little while…”
I stood there for a moment and thought.
She put her glasses back on and turned to go back inside the bookstore.
“Wait!”
She stopped and turned back to me.
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“I just got off work. I’m all smelly from the joint. If I go take a shower and come back, will you go out to dinner with me?”
She lowered her face and I could not see her eyes.
“Yes. About an hour, a little less?”
“I’ll be back.”
She looked up at me and I saw.
“I promise.”
She smiled and went through the doorway.
I took long steps and walked quickly towards home. I stopped going out with anyone over six months ago. All the girls seemed the same. No not true; none of them seemed real. Sex, if I wanted it. A weekend and sometimes they even offered to pay. One after another and never the same one twice. Why? What does it all mean anymore? I wish I knew.
My mom seemed to notice.
“You have a smile on your face!”
“I’m going out in a while?”
“With a…girl?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s her name? Who is she?”
I didn’t have a clue. “Works at a bookshop…we, uh, ran into each other. I asked her out to dinner.”
My mother beamed. “Good. Seems like you’ve been hiding in your room for months, I was getting worried.”
“Thanks, mom.” I gave her a hug.
I showered and shampooed and as I stepped out and began to dry off, I felt a little tingle of anticipation and…something else. I don’t know when I decided to stop going out or how long it would last or even why. As I was shaving I kept thinking. But now I was going out with the kind of girl I had never dated before. And I knew nothing about her.
What should I wear? Where should I take her? Where would she like to go? Something was really different. Even in school, I knew everything before hand, had it all pretty much planned out.
She had been wearing a skirt. I should dress up a little bit at least, but what? Damn.
I couldn’t believe how nervous I suddenly became as I pulled up in front of the bookshop. I was relieved to see a face and a hand waving through the door as I looked and then the ‘Open’ sign changed to, ‘Closed’, she had been waiting for me, I think.
Then I thought, Oh! I should get out and open the door for her and I never did that for any girl before. Hmmm. What did that mean?
I barely made it to the sidewalk before the door to the shop opened and she came out, smiled and turned to lock the door. I opened the truck door and held it as she turned and walked toward me.
I looked at her and smiled. Something had changed. A little lip color, some eye shadow, no glasses but still a tentative, uncertain smile.
We were both a little awkward when I touched her for the first time as I handed her into the truck and then closed the door.
Awkward again as we buckled up and looked at each other. “You did something to your face and…you don’t need glasses?”
She smiled. “Contacts, but he lighting in the shop irritates my eyes, so I take them off.”
Somehow the fading sunlight, shadows in the truck, something, gave her face an entirely different appearance; I felt a little gasp inside which I hoped didn’t show, she was beaming.
“Where would you like to go? What would you like for dinner?”
She smiled at me. “You look nice. You dressed up a little. Ah, that’s up to you, isn’t it?”
Usually I took girls to a Pizza Place or chicken or taco’s, fast food in and out. Somehow that didn’t seem right.
My turn to be awkward and hesitant. “Uh, I would like to take you someplace really nice, but I don’t know where that would be, any suggestions?”
She blushed. “My folks like to eat out a lot. What kind of food do you like?”
“Doesn’t matter to me, I eat anything. What do you like? What is your favorite food.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, and I can pay for it, so no worries. What do you like?”
She blushed again. “I love Prawns and big deep fried shrimp, all kinds of seafood…”
I smiled at her. “Great! You know a good place?”
She directed me and it was only about ten minutes away. I felt intimidated the moment we walked in the door to the plush entrance way. She seemed to sense it and slipped her hand under my arm and clung on as the hostess approached.
“Good evening Sir, table for two?”
“Yes ma’am.” What the hell else would it be?
She led us to a table. The girl on my arm, damn, I didn’t even ask her name, shook her head and pointed, we were led to another table and seated.
She was apologetic. “Sorry. That other table was in traffic from both the kitchen and the bathroom…”
Oh? I never even noticed or thought of such things, a table is a damned table.
Some kind of look was on my face I guess and she saw it.
She blushed and lowered her eyes. “I think I did and said the wrong thing, it wasn’t my place.”
I wanted to reach out and touch her but I didn’t. “No, it was. I don’t go to fancy places very much, I’m glad you did, ah, and I apologize, would you tell me your name? I really should know; I’m sorry.”
She smiled and a strange look crossed her face. “I’m Lori, Lori Johnson, Mike, and I saw every game you ever played in, just like a hundred other girls. And I know you don’t know every girl’s name in the whole school, how could you?”
“Cocktails before dinner, Sir, Madam?”
The waiter’s voice startled us both; I looked at her.
“Coke…with ice.”
“Two large Cokes with ice, please.”
“Yes, Sir.”
There was that awkward silence again. She didn’t chatter and jabber like every girl I ever knew before, and I had no idea what to say.
Our drinks arrived and we each took a sip, looked up and both blushed when our eyes met.
I cleared my throat. “So…why didn’t you head off for college after graduation like everybody else did?”
She colored again and looked down, avoiding my eyes.
“Still won’t tell me?”
“Nope…sorry, silly, I know, but I just can’t. Why didn’t you ‘head off’ for college?”
I looked away. “I had enough school, don’t want to sit in classrooms all day anymore.”
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I glanced at her, she was intently studying my face.
“What do you want to do, then?”
As if I hadn’t asked myself that same question a million times. “I don’t know. I wish I did.”
She seemed to read my face. That in itself was something new.
“I’m sorry, Mike. I seem to keep saying the wrong thing. I’ll try to keep my mouth shut.”
I looked at her face. “You didn’t say the wrong thing, ah, Lori. I wish I knew. Once I found out I was good at sports, that’s what I did, all the time, played it, studied it, watched it, lived it. I guess I thought I would always do that…but…something changed and I don’t know what is was. I had a dozen scholarships to play I could have taken, but I just didn’t want to do all of it in another school. I never enjoyed the classes, just went because I had to.”
Her eyes were wide and her face unreadable, at least to me. “Oh. Ah, I just thought everyone knew what they wanted to do in life and I don’t know what to say?”
I liked her. I liked the honesty in her voice and the pure, unpretended look on her face, she said she didn’t understand and showed it; I don’t think I had ever seen that before.
Another waiter appeared with menu’s that he placed before us. “Order what you like and order two of the same thing.”
She blushed. “My dad always orders a rare steak and I snitch a few bites…”
“Order me a steak.”
“You sure?”
“Yup.”
She did.
Then the awkward silence began. I knew she didn’t want to say something wrong, in her eyes, and I didn’t have a clue as to what to say. I know she’s a lot smarter than I am, I can feel it but it doesn’t make me feel bad, just curious.
“Uh, Lori, ah, what are you going to study in college?”
She smiled and colored a little. “Ah, I didn’t know what to say either, Mike, thank you. Would you believe that I am not really sure? That is part of the reason I decided to take some time before going.”
She stopped talking and looked at me. I just blinked for a moment and tried to think, to understand what that look was supposed to mean. I shrugged my shoulders and tried to put a question on my face. “Uh, can you explain that?”
I think I finally startled her, or something. Her eyes widened and her face changed and her hands moved nervously on the table top.
“Uhh, I guess I am a pretty private person, Mike. I don’t talk about things with my parents very much, what I’m thinking, really thinking; and I never had a real close ‘best friend’, kind of girl friend, and no one ever really asked me before. Do you really want me to try to explain what I feel?”
Something began welling up inside me and I knew I had to turn away from her before it spilled out all over my face. I took a a deep breath. I have never met anyone like her in my whole life. She just puts it all out there, holds nothing back and, it is just….just…I don’t know a word to put to it, I could feel her honesty and openness and I was lost for how to understand it, any of it.
I turned my head back, but kept my eyes from hers. “Yeah, I’d like to know, if you don’t mind?”
“You turned away. I thought I said something wrong again.”
“You didn’t, Lori, I was just thinking, I would like you to tell me, if you would.?”
I looked up. Her eyes were closed.
“Since as long as I can remember, I wanted to grow up and be a Doctor; you know, help people, make them feel better and get them well. I always had stray kittens and birds that I tended and took care of, and pets of all kinds look after. Pretended I was already a Doctor and taking care of everything and everyone that needed help.”
She looked at me with another look I had no understanding of.
“I was big when I was a kid. Heavy. Chubby. Well, fat I guess is what everyone thought, and not very pretty. But I knew that being a Doctor it didn’t matter what you looked like, just that you could help people. I don’t know.”
She paused and looked into my eyes. I don’t know what she saw there, but she smiled a funny little smile.
“I got boobs early. Not much, but enough that people noticed and it felt really strange. And, then, well, I got my period and I don’t know what happened, but I started growing and losing weight and even guys were looking at me like they never did before.
“But I didn’t know how to deal with it. So I just kind of hid out and tried not to be noticed at all.”
She paused and I was trying to find something to say when a waiter came up and placed dishes and silverware on the table before each of us.
She was right. I never gave a second glance to fat girls or even fat guys, never even thought of them at all.
Then they brought little bread sticks and ice water and offered to refill drinks and the conversation went away as our dinners were served.
I took a few bites of seafood and cut the steak, good; red and bloody inside, the way I like it and then looked up at her.
She seemed like a different person. Gone was the reserved quiet girl I had met. Her face was animated as she tasted and chewed and swallowed and sighed and made little pleasure sounds with each new taste and texture. I just looked on in awe.
She looked up and not at my face, but at the gaping wound I had made in the Fillet. I smiled and sliced off a good sized bite, put it on my fork and held it out to her.
Another look I did not understand. “Dad would just, uh, hand me the fork?”
Then I said something I still do not understand. “I want to feed it to you.”
Her eyes were startled but she leaned forward and let me put the piece of meat in her mouth. She closed her eyes and chewed and tasted and swallowed.
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“Another?”
I couldn’t think of a thing to say and even had I, I might not have said it. I cut another slice of steak and put it into her mouth. She did the same, then went back to attacking her plate. I ate slowly and mostly just watched her enjoy every little morsel of her dinner.
Finally she sighed and leaned back in her chair.
“I never saw anyone enjoy eating like you do.”
She opened her eyes and blinked them slowly. “I had to watch what I ate for years, I hated it. Now I don’t have to, I can eat anything and I just love it!”
She leaned forward and seemed to refocus. “But you left a lot on your plate?”
“I was so involved watching you. Would you like some of mine? I’m all done.”
She blushed and looked down. “I did and said something stupid again, didn’t I. I’m sorry.”
This time I did. I reached my hand out across the table. “Give me your hand, please?”
She looked at me with a blank stare but lifted her hand and placed it next to mine. I took it in mine and squeezed gently.
“I have never met a girl like you. I don’t know what to think. I am, uh, fascinated by you. Is that a good word?”
She smiled. “A perfectly good word.”
The waiters descended; cleared the table and wheeled a dessert cart up and she was off again. I had a lime sherbet and watched her devour a chocolate pastry of unknown identity to me.
I drove her home, as she directed me, let her out of my truck and walked her up the steps to her door and she turned to me.
“Thank you Michael, for the best night of my whole life.”
I was too stunned, by it all, to do more than just stand there, before her, in silence.
“Could you possibly kiss me goodnight and make it a perfect ending? Please?”
I never, in my life, ever felt like crying over a girl, ever. I moved close to her and put my arms around her back and drew her close to me in the most gentle way I knew how.
She wasn’t tense, but I could feel the uncertainty. She relaxed against me and the slowly raised her arms and hands around me and rested them on my back.
I took a deep breath and looked for words. “Lori. I have never known a girl like you. You don’t have to ask. I want to kiss you. I want to thank you for this evening, for having dinner with me, for talking, for being you…”
I pulled slightly away and lifted her chin. “May I kiss you?”
I saw the tears before she closed her eyes and lifted her face.
Her parents didn’t understand. My parents didn’t understand. Neither did I.
Every minute I wasn’t working, I wanted to spend with her.
She never said no, she was busy, she never turned me down.
We went everywhere and did everything. I showed her all of my favorite places and she, hers. And hers were totally different than mine, but they were hers and I was with her and nothing else mattered. Not the museums and art galleries and outdoor flower gardens; as long as her hand was in mine and she was smiling, I was happy.
We touched a lot, and bumped a lot and hugged a lot and kissed a lot and felt things, a whole lot…and stopped when the feelings got too intense.
I didn’t understand it at all, but I didn’t want any more and she….I just couldn’t get it in my head; she never said no.
Days and weeks turned into months. They included dinners with her parents and mine and amused and concerned and questioning looks all around. We never talked about it.
Nothing lasts forever.
We were at one of my favorite places. Backed up in my truck to look out across a lake where the moon rose and painted the water. She seemed to love it as much as I did. I first touched her breasts here, under a blanket in the back; she never said no.
“I’ve decided, Mike. I’m going to college.”
That opened my eyes. “Oh?”
“I want to teach. Get my certificate; maybe English, maybe Art, maybe History, not sure, but I want to be a teacher.”
“Oh!” I pulled away from her and sat up.
“Mike?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
That took about a zillionth of a second to register. The next thing took a little bit longer to sink in.
“I love you too, Lori.” God! The words just happened!
“I know.”
My entire body tensed. I knew it, she felt it, and put her arms around me. “I’m sorry, Mikey…”
She was sorry? I am the sorry one! Dumb to the nth degree, flippin’ burgers for a living? No future? No plans? What the hell?
I heard her take a deep breath.
“I want you to take one of those Athletic Scholarships, you still can, I checked. I want you to become a coach, after college we could be at the same school; you could coach a team, I could teach…”
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Speaking Out
I have learned that sometimes it pays to keep your mouth shut, but sometimes it pays to speak up. I don’t usually listen to other people’s conversations, but I find it entertaining when women talk candidly and open with each other. I was sitting in the corporate lunchroom, enjoying a light meal and a break from the usual drudgery of the office. I couldn’t help but overhear the conversation that was taking place at the table next to mine. Three women, two I knew and one that I didn’t, were discussing their relationships with men.
The women complained about the same problems that every woman does. It was hard to find a good man, and it was even more difficult to find a man that cared about a woman’s needs. It came down to the same old complaining that I’ve heard a thousand times. I thought about switching to a different table, but an interesting comment caught my attention.
“Men have it easy. They get what they want and then leave.” Said a short-haired brunette named Donna. “I don’t think they ever feel guilty about what they do”
“I am so sick of having to be on guard around guys.” Interjected a red head named Janice from the accounting department.
“But society will label you a slut if you act like a man, and act on your sexual impulses.” Added the third lady who I had never met.
They continued for a few minutes more, and I could not help but join the conversation.
“I think you’re wrong on most accounts. The problem isn’t with men, it’s with women.” I said, leaning back in my chair and looking back at the trio.
Shocked silence greeted me as the women looked at one another with their mouths agape. They could not believe what I had just said. Had I dared to speak up for male-kind and lay some of the blame on women?
“I would expect a man to say something like that.” Donna said, and her companions echoed her sentiment. “Men make the rules, and the rules favor them.”
I turned my chair around to face the group, and realized that I was facing a hostile audience.
“Look, I won’t deny that men have many advantages that women don’t. The world is simply not a fair place. But a women has the greatest advantage when it comes to a relationship with a man.” I began explaining.
“Here it comes, the same old lecture that comes down to women using sex to get what they want.” Janice said, interrupting me.
I held up my hands to fend her off, and continued with what I was saying. “No, it doesn’t. But, when sexual satisfaction and a healthy relationship are a woman’s problem, then how that woman approaches sex becomes vital to getting what she wants.”
I scooted my chair closer to the group as I began to speak in greater detail. I didn’t need the entire room listening to my every word.
“Not every man is a great person, nor is every woman. If you date a man with the wrong qualities, then you won’t get what you want. It requires a woman to put aside all the bullshit fed to her by both a chauvinistic male society, as well as a frustrated feminist agenda.”
“That’s easy to say, but not so easy to do.” Donna said.
“Isn’t it? It’s simple to look back at all the men you have dated and find out what traits they have in common. Once you do that, you can avoid men who have those traits. If you find that you date men in their early twenties who are immature, then perhaps you shook look at men that are a bit older. If you date men that are so career obsessed that they ignore your needs, then look for a man who is comfortable with his career.”
I took a deep breath to gather my thoughts and summed up everything as best as I could. “Every woman wants to date or marry that rich, dashing young prince, and every man wants the beautiful, sexy princess. The world is full of average people who are attractive, funny and desirable, and are not rich, young or drop-dead gorgeous. If you know what you want then you can get it. I’m not saying that you should settle, but I do think that you shouldn’t overlook the nice guy right next to you because your obsessing with finding the ideal man that doesn’t exist.”
“So if I want a little oral attention in the afternoon, and I don’t want to reciprocate, then I can get it?” Asked Donna with a sarcastic smirk on her face.
“Do you?”
I could tell she had been trying to shock me and I surprised her with my quick response.
“You were being sarcastic, but you made a good example. If you propositioned a guy in his early twenties and made that exact offer, he may turn you down. You get an orgasm, but what does he get? Now, make that same offer to someone a few years older, and you will probably get a different response. An older man can understand sex beyond what he is receiving. He may enjoy giving as much as taking, and would get a thrill out of the basic sexual contact”
“I’m not sure about that.” Janice said as she dismissed my observation with a flick of her hand.
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“So you have never been in a situation where the act of giving someone pleasure was sexually charging and fulfilling all by itself?”
“I guess, but men are different from women.”
“That’s the problem. Because of your experiences, you see men as being different. If you keep picking men with the same bad qualities, then you will continue to have problems.”
I glanced at my watch and realized the conversation had gone on for too long. I had a meeting coming up in a few minutes and didn’t want to be late.
“The conversation has been interesting ladies, but I have to go.” I said as I stood and returned my chair to its proper place. “I hope you seriously think about what I said, and realize that not all men are selfish. You don’t need to always be on guard and occasionally showing your sexual side may make you a lot happier.”
I arrived at my meeting with time to spare, and spent a few minutes doodling on a notepad. I found the opinions of the three women interesting. I have always found it funny that most women do not have the slightest idea of what power they hold over themselves or the men around them.
The meeting was boring as usual, and I found myself thinking about Donna. She was the most attractive and at twenty-eight years old, the youngest of the three women. She wasn’t a sexy model or a pornstar, but she was pretty, with breasts the size of large apples, and an ample but firm ass. I was still musing about her when the meeting ended and I walked back to my office.
Still thinking about the earlier conversation, I was in my office for less than a minute when I heard a knock on my open door. I looked up, surprised to find Donna smiling at me from the doorway. Our departments had little to do with each other, so I knew what she had come to talk about.
“Hi Donna, come on in.” I said, and tried to not sound like a lecher.
She came in and sat in one of the chairs across from my desk. “I just want to apologize for earlier in the lunchroom.” She said, as she nervously ran her hands down her thighs. “Kim has been having a few problems with her boyfriend, and we were just commiserating to make her feel better”
I now knew the name of the other woman, but it was Donna that I was becoming more interested in. My office was chilly, and I could see the outlines of her stiffened nipples through the fabric of her blouse.
“Hey, it’s no big deal. I figured it was something like that. I just hate to see anyone complain about something they have the power to change.” I explained while trying hard to not look at what I judged to be two eraser-sized nipples. “Not to mention that I’m probably too nosy for my own good.”
“I was thinking about what you said, and started reviewing the guys I usually date. They are all the same type; younger than me and only interested in themselves.” She said. “But what I was really wondering about was your statement about a man giving sexually but not expecting anything in return.”
“I said that a man may not need reciprocation, but if he finds a woman attractive enough to fulfill her desires, he would naturally want more. You have to realize that you don’t always get everything you want, and sometimes getting just a little is all you need.”
“Let’s say, hypothetically of course, that I propositioned a man to perform oral sex on me, but I would not give anything in return. Wouldn’t I be a tease to leave him all excited?” She asked, with a curious tilt to her head.
“You would be if you didn’t spell everything out from the beginning. But, if you are forthright about what you want and what you will give in return, then there is no problem. I’m sure that man would either take care of his own needs or in turn find someone who would.”
Donna was quiet for a few seconds before she abruptly stood, surprising me with her swift movement. I assumed the conversation had become too heated for her and she was leaving, but instead of saying good-bye, she closed and then locked my office door.
“Would you consider such a proposition?” She asked with her back facing me.
“Wow, I didn’t expect this.” I said, and it was the truth. I like talking about sex, and maybe even flirting, but I had not expected Donna to come on to me. “I’m married you know?”
I rapidly thought of a million reasons not to do it. I was a married man, with a loving wife and two wonderful kids. My sex life was not only healthy but also satisfying. What would I be gaining from this adulterous act? My wife and I had spoken often about threesomes with other women and men, but it had remained a fantasy. I found myself torn between the thrill of something new and risky, and the possible outcome of that risk. I quickly thought it through, but not quickly enough.
“Shit, I was just kidding. I should get back to work.” Donna said, and her voice was shaking with embarrassment.
“Hold on a minute.” I said before she could unlock the door. “Don’t you want my answer?”
“Okay…”
I made up my mind in that split second. “Why don’t you come over here to my desk.” I said as my heart began to pound in my chest.
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