Oliver Benjamin
CHAPTER 28
Later that afternoon when I ran into Nivenada and let her in on the
news that I would no longer be participating in the Omniraja
Commune International, she exploded in protest and led me to a
quiet, secluded grove where we could sit and talk.
“Oh, no, no, no. You can’t leave so soon, Jake. You haven’t even
seen what the commune has to offer you yet! It’s wonderful, really.”
Her expressive mouth was dancing all over her face in a ballet of
coercion.
“Well I haven’t really gotten anything out of it so far besides a
few belly laughs, and even those made me nauseous.”
“But they won’t let you participate until you finish your therapy
session and take your oaths. After that you will receive your sannyasi
name and only then will they allow you to join in.”
“Participate? Join in? What are you talking about, Nivenada?”
“Oh, Jake. I’m sorry but I can’t tell you that. You have to see for
yourself.
“Listen, I’m just not interested in baring my soul to a bunch of
people I don’t even know just so I can “join in” to something that I
don’t even know about. For all I know it could just be more nonsense.
I’m sorry, but I’ve had enough of this place. I’m afraid I’ll be leaving
tomorrow.”
She sighed. “What do I have to do to convince you to stay?”
She came nearer to me, looking into my eyes with the pleading
look of a puppy that desperately wants to come along for a ride in the
car, but its master is already closing the door on it. Nivenada was no
puppy, though. She touched my arm gently and unabashedly pressed
her abundant lips to mine. It was like kissing cotton candy,
impossibly soft, sweet and delicate. I took another bite before she
changed her course and started to apply her caresses to my cheek and
neck. Currents of erogenic energy shot up my spine and tingled on
my scalp like fireworks. Smoothly passing the Mason-Dixon line of
innocent nuzzling to the territory of intimate caressing, she pressed
her magnificent embouchement to my chest and slid her hands low
on my waist. I quickly looked around to see if anyone could see us,
and returned my attention to the happy travels of Nivenada’s tongue.
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