Mine was small, with a table in the middle and red velvet
covering the walls. A waiting room in hell. Before I knew it, my girl,
whose name was Nok, was undressing me and guiding me to lie on
the table. As I glanced over at her, I saw her remove her tiny outfit
with one short tug, revealing a beautifully smooth body that looked
like it had never been touched before.
She had wonderfully strong hands for such a small girl, and with
the aid of the scented oils rubbed in my skin, she kneaded me into a
sensual bliss. Despite the earlier apprehension I’d felt about being
with a prostitute, Nok now had me totally and utterly relaxed. She
rolled me onto my back revealing parts of my body that were not so
relaxed. She briefly massaged my chest and legs and then, after
installing a condom, expertly climbed on top of me for the grand
finale. Despite the fact that I came almost instantly, I was thoroughly
wiped out. For a few moments afterwards, delayed shudders of
pleasure would shoot through my body and I would twitch
uncontrollably. My eyelids grew heavy and I felt myself slipping into
a comfortable dream.
In the dream, I was young again, maybe thirteen, and I was
kissing the girl I had a crush on in school at that time. Her name was
Wendy Myers. I had never had the guts to ask her out in junior high
school, but in the dream I was fulfilling an old fantasy. We were
kissing on the front lawn of our school, waiting for her older sister to
come pick her up, and watching carefully so that we wouldn’t be
caught. It was shrouded with that really wonderful feeling, the way
sexual dreams can be so absolutely and overwhelmingly tender and
fulfilling—even more than real life could ever be. As we kissed and
touched playfully a car pulled up in front of us. A girl who was
supposed to be Wendy’s sister came out of the car and walked up to
us. When I looked up at her I was stunned. It was Charly. I
immediately forgot about Wendy and exclaimed, “Charly!” but she
merely looked at me disinterestedly.
“You’re too young for me now, Jake,” she said, and led Wendy
to the car. I followed to the driver’s side, pleading, “What do you
mean, too young now?”
“You’ll find out someday,” she answered and drove off. I was
crushed. Suddenly, I was surrounded by some of my old buddies.
One of them said, “Aw she’s just a bitch anyway.”
Another chimed in with, “Fuckin’ wimmen.”
I felt momentarily better and laughed along with them. Then
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