*Author's Note: Any and all person's engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
"Daddy, will you come read me a story?" Tina asked as she peered into the living room.
"What?" Burt looked up from the news.
"Will you come..." his eighteen year old daughter repeated.
"Tina, for God's sake, you're eighteen years old; aren't you a little too old for such foolishness?" Burt asked.
I knew before it was over that I had to write this story, to cement the memory in my mind. To somehow make this surreal experience that once resided only in my darkest fantasies even more real. This was a once in a lifetime experience that's simply too good to let fade with time. So here's my story...
"Hey Jim, you enjoying the party?"
I looked up, and saw that it was my host, Bruce, walking up to the couch I was sitting on. I was a co-worker of his sister, and she was constantly bragging about his parties, and that I should come to one with her. I gave in, more out of curiosity than anything, and here I was, sitting on his couch, drinking his mojito, and people watching.
"Come on Ronald!" Shouted the officer in charge. "Get this bloody mop and bucket out of the way will you!"
"Oh s...sorry sir," answered the timid little man, "s....so sorry."
"Yes, well, just think will you, someone could have an accident with that thing there, not only that but it looks unsightly too."
"Y...yes of course, I....I'll move it right away sir s...sorry."
The candy-apple red Bentley slid down the ramp, cruising into the bowels of the underground parking garage. Overhead fluorescent lights reflected off its tinted windows as the car stopped by an elevator. The driver – a Nordic man with piercing blue eyes that were well trained to see nothing – exited the driver’s door and rang for the lift, then opened the Bentley’s trunk.
Katie turned twenty one right before Spring Break of this past year, and I was sure she was going to go to Fort Lauderdale or some equally alcohol drenched beach resort with her friends, after all, that's what I did when I was 21 and in college.
But instead, my little girl called me up a few weeks before and said she was coming home to see me and she was bringing her girlfriend.
Tomas was going to spend his senior year of High School on exchange. He had decided to go to America to work on his English and he had always wanted to visit there. His friends assured him that American girls are easy, the school work is easy and he would have a great time. Tomas ignored them, for the most part. He knew that girls are pretty much the same in Spain or England or Japan. He was not interested in an easy girl, but instead thought it would be nice to find a really cool American girl.
If time could be recognized, then we would have no need for clocks or calendars. These things are metres set against a background of haze and dream. The truth of time is that we live it. We breathe in moments and release seconds to the atmosphere where they bound and prance, teasing us before disappearing completely. They taunt us with their ephemerity.
"My ass is virgin," Eden had told me on our first date. A simple statement, quite out of place for an average date. A statement that might have meant "but you can fuck my cunt all you want, I'm a slut" or "I'm saving it for the right guy - is that you?"
I certainly took it as a challenge, because I was ready to be somebody's Mr. Right, and I had a bit of a soft spot for sluts. I had married one, after all.
I've always had a desire to try anal sex. I don't know what's caused this, but ever since I first saw it in a porno when I was a teen I knew I wanted to do it at least once. It's always seemed like a very intimate thing. It takes a lot of faith from a woman to allow a man to do something like that since it's so easy for him to hurt her. And he needs respect and honor that. This is not something where you just flip her over and ram it home. It has to be worked up to and taken slowly. For me, it is the ultimate in trust.