She was pleasant, thats what i always said about the Doctors nurse. Sometimes I couldn't remember her name, but I knew even when I was old and gray, I would always remember her face. It didn't surprise me then, when I was almost 20, I ran into her at the market. I literally bumped into her with my cart. At first she was muttering something under her breath and I was profusely apologizing, and helping her pick up her bag of groceries, and then she started smiling and said hello. It was then that I not only remembered her face, but her name as well.
I said, " Hi Jeanie, remember me. Its Cary,Cary Dorfeld. I was Dr. Jays patient tons of years ago?"
"Of course I remember Cary, how are you? You look great", she said and I had to blush. The last time she had seen me, I was 12, with braces and patchwork jeans trying so hard to be a hippie kid. She, well she looked the same. Her brown hair was still ver long and she wore it back over her ears. She was tall, almost 5 ft 11". Her ears were pierced. She had maybe 8 gold rings on one ear. She saw me staring and laughed. "You know, its really been a long time, but you look the same"
Those words made me beam. In some ways I didn't want to look like I was 12 and yet on the other hand, was good to know that I was aging well. Since I was going into the store as she was walking out, we exchanged pleasantries and said maybe we would see each other again soon. I watched as she went out to the lot and got into a blue Honda civic. I think, as she pulled away, I noticed a gay flag on her bumper. I smiled.
About a month later, I was having dinner with a group of friends at our favorite Thai place when Jeanie came into the place with a womyn much shorter than she. They seemed to be arguing a point when the waiter seated them. I was watching her, hoping she might feel my eyes staring at her. This was the kind of place where I could have said her name slightly louder than the conversation in the place, but mama had always taught me to have impeccable manners no matter what, so instead I just stared..Selective mannering.
I called the waiter over and ordered a bottle of gray Riesling to b sent to their table. My friends all ribbed me about it and when the laughter rose to another decibel, Jeanie finally saw me sitting with my friends. Our eyes met for an instance. I watched as the waiter brought them the bottle and watched as she smiled and held up the glass the waiter had poured and nodded to me. I raised my glass just the same and toasted her. Her dining companion didn't seem too pleased. That wasn't my intention. I had no idea whether or not the womyn seated with her was her lover or her friend or even her sister for that matter and I suppose it was a bit pretentious...but I was going for an effect here. Think I got it?
We continued dining and once again our conversation became boisterous and our laughter addicting. A few people seated at other tables near ours joined into our talk and soon half the restaurant was all talking about the same topic. I was speaking with a fellow on my right, when Jeanie came and sat right down next to me on a chair that had just that moment become vacant when laurel, another friend, got up to use the restroom.
"Hey, that was a great gesture, sending that wine to me...how ever did you know that I truly love Rieslings. The last great original German wine. Thank you very much. What's the occasion? All of you out tonight?"
She sat with one arm up on the back of my chair. We were so close. I didn't even bother to look for her companion when I asked her, " Is that your lover?" "What? Oh you mean, Susan..ummm..well..." And she hesitated and in that seconds pause I said, " What are you doing tonight. Want to come home with me?"
She smiled and laughed and for a second I thought she might say I was too young and that would be the end of this fantasy, when she looked right into my eyes, and standing said, "Hey, c'mon lets get outta here." She grabbed at my elbow and I stood and threw a fifty dollar bill on the table and said 'Adios' to my buddies and I left with Jeanie.
Once outside in the cool night air, I stood real close to her. I could smell the faint aroma of wine on her breath mingled with the scents of the cafe. Standing there, I kissed her. She kissed me back. All those memories I had as a child. All those times I wanted to kiss her then. When I would see the doctor and she would ask me to remove my clothes and hand me a garment to wear...I would brush her hand....whenever I had to wait in the waiting room she would come and sit and talk with me about music and anything hip. How I longed to kiss her then and there I was kissing her. In the naked light our lips met with passions burning.
And then we stood there. She asked if I had a car and I pointed to my bike. She oohed and ahhhed and said she had never ridden on a Harley before. She sounded excited, genuinely pleased that I was on the bike, instead of a car. I asked her if she wanted to see Mt Sutro or even Twin Peaks and she squealed a delightful yes. I started the bike up and thank heavens, it actually kicked over the first time...nothing like a bike that wont kick for first impression.
I offered my half cap and took the extra one I kept in the saddlebag. As she got on, she grabbed my waist and scrunched her body up against my back. I loved the way she smelled. I think her perfume was Boucheron, having smelled the fragrance before in some dept. store. I told her to hang on and took off up 18th. We crossed Castro. The street was crowded with the usual cruising trade. It wasn't that busy for a Friday night, but the sky was clear, a million stars hung in the sky, illuminating the path before us.
There was silence between us. The roar from the baffles was loud enough to drown out conversation, so we thought we would save it for our destination. We winded the zigzag approach to Twin Peaks, passing tour busses and tourists. Once on the top, I pulled up alongside the curb, where the last parking space was free and turned off the bike. I took my helmet off and waited for Jeanie to remove hers. When she did, she tossed her tangled tress from side to side. Geez, that was so sexy. I used to love her long hair even when I was a kid and I had to stop thinking like that, "When I was a kid stuff" what did that make her. I offered her my hand as we walked over to a bench and sat down. She sat down next to me and turned to me and said, "You know, about that kiss back there, " and she hesitated before adding, "I don't know what came over me. You just looked so damn cute, I just had to kiss you." And she had the most beautiful smile I had ever seen at that moment.
"Im glad that you did. I have wanted to kiss you for a long time, I just never had the nerve until now. And at the risk of screwing this up, may I ask you a very personal question?"
"Sure, what's on your mind darlin?" "Well, not that it matters and I don't even know why im asking, but how old are you?" And right after I asked that ridiculous question, I wished that I hadnt. because what did it really matter anyway. I had already kissed her. It wasn't like she was a cousin or something. She must have seen the desperate look in my eyes, the look of fear mingled with stupidity. She smiled and put her hand on my arm and said, "Baby, you don't have to be upset. That's a normal question. After all we have known each other for a while. Im almost 34, on my next birthday. In two months." I saw her last when I was 12, about 10 years ago and so she would have been 24 then..ok, so the math proved that she wasn't ancient and I wasn't exactly cradle material anyway. She was quick, picking up on my many and ever changing moods, sensing my relief at her youthful guise. "Were you worried about me being too old for you?" she asked me as she put her arms about my waist and swayed me to and fro.
"I was afraid that I might be too old for you," I said and smiled big. She leaned in and kissed me. This time her lips were soft and full and just a faint whisper of the wine she had drunk lingered.
The tour busses were leaving. Cars came and went all throughout the evening and Jeanie and I sat there on that bench overlooking the city for a couple of hours. We talked about everything under the sun. I learned what she had been doing for the past 10 years and I too shared with her the thereabouts of my life. The womyn she had been to the restaurant with, had been her lover in the past, but the womyn was so controlling, that Jeanie had often devised ways to get out from under her for many years. When they both realized after a few years that things would never be different, they parted company amicably. Sometimes they would get together for intimacy because they were comfortable with each other. This particular evening, they had argued about a camping trip that they were planning with friends and Mary, Jeanies' ex was once again saying what should be and where and etc. When I sent the bottle of wine over, Mary became incensed. Her jealousy had always been a problem, this time was just more blatant and almost skyrocketed into a problem. What I didn't know, was that while I was totally engrossed in conversation, Mary had gotten up to make a phone call near the lounge. That's when Jeanie decided to come over and talk with me. This made me uncomfortable as she told the story, for somewhere in SF, an angry dyke was looking for me, because she probably thought I was trying to make a beeline with her girl.
Once again, in the dark shadows of night, Jeanie noticed something in my silence. She asked, "Cary, what's the matter?"
"You probably should kiss me" and I moved in closer to her face and kissed her lips as she offered them to me. I felt as her hands grabbed hold of my face tilting me, my had flung back, her lips on my neck, my chin, my eyes, my nose..her tongue filling the spaces, the voids....
It was late. Only a few cars were parked there now and all on the East side. We had moved the bike to catch a view of the Golden Gate Bridge, the lights in the harbor and an occasional sailboat coming into the marina. I had taken my jacket off and draped it over her shoulders, to try and keep her warm in the incoming fog. It threw a blanket of hazy mist just atop the skyscrapers, with the Pyramid building sticking up through the clouds. Still, one star remained in the night sky. I pointed to it and told her it was for her. She nuzzled into me. Her fingers finding my nipples taut and eager for her talented tongue. I told her so. She laughed and asked how I knew. I told her I had read it somewhere and we both laughed about bathroom walls.
It was late or early, depending on your mood. I asked her back to my place, saying it was just over the bend on Douglas. She didn't hesitate this time, but instead said, "Lets hurry, Im cold"
It took us about 10 minutes to get back over the hill. A lone policeman sat under a streetlamp on Portola, oblivious to racing bikes and cars. My street was quiet. The neighbors all gone to bed. the lights all turned down low. I used my garage door opener and drove the bike up on the curb and then into its hiding place. I then led Jeanie up into the house via the back stairs. Fred was there, wagging his tail, happy to see me. I let him out and he at once started running around in circles. When he thought we had loved him enough, he took off into the backyard to do his thing. He was a good puppy, would never have done anything amiss.
I asked Jeanie if she wanted anything to drink and she laughed and said "You." That made me feel damn good! "OK, how about some sherry? I have a great vintage sherry?" "Sure, but what I really want ...is you" And she came up behind me while I stood in the kitchen with the cabinets open. I grabbed a bottle and two small sherry glasses, but just as I was about to pour them, she moved her fingers up under my shirt, tweaking my nipples hard. "Yow!" I screamed and she did it again. This time I pushed into her instead of pulling away and thereby creating pleasure instead of pain. I felt as her hand cupped the mound rolling it and then her other hand grabbed gently for my other breast. I loved the feeling of her hands on me. I pulled away teasingly. She lunged for me, but I moved quickly from her grasp. I moved around the room in the dark swiftly. She didn't know the place and I had yet to turn on the lights, so she stumbled, thereby giving me greater ease to move about, away from her and the back to her, until I found myself in her arms, she kissing me wildly on my mouth. Fred was at the back door, probably watching. I heard him whimpering that he wanted to come back in, but Jeanie would not let me go near the door just then.
She unbuttoned my shirt, keeping my hands at my side, not letting me help her. She did this slowly accentuating each second, then another button until I stood there with my shirt open, exposed to the coolness of night, exposed to her fingers probing just right. She dropped to her knees and began to unbutton my 501s, at first using her fingers and then her teeth. I laughed when her hair tickled my belly, swooned when I felt her tongue probe my navel. Her arms wrapped around me, pulling me in closer. Closer to the scent that was her. I remembered it...from those days of yore...those days when she was the Doctors assistant and I was the kid whose mother brought her to the Doctor. I remembered how even then I longed for her to touch me, her long slender fingers to touch the bare spaces...the open places....the time was now..she was touching me. Inside of me, waterfalls formed and rained. Inside of me thermal springs were born and I felt warm and heady, wanting to bask in this womyns' expertise. How she managed to take my jeans from me without me knowing, as if I were in some dream state where movement was muted for the sake of not knowing. My body ached with each touch, each sensitivity of her fingers, her tongue. When she licked the hairs above my mons, I almost cried inside, the intensity so overwhelming.
She asked me if she could shave me. At first I wasn't sure I had heard right, when she repeated herself. I said sure. Why not. She asked where the razor was...I wasn't even sure I had one...but led her to the bathroom and to my surprise, there was one in the back of the closet. I sterilize it and we went into the bedroom. She remarked about my room, saying it was the nicest bedroom she had ever seen. She absolutely loved my small fountain, and the use of candles was breathtaking. The views from the windows on 3 sides created such a warming and fluvial effect with the light streaming in.
She had me lay down on the bed and she knelt down beside me. Using some soft soap she lathered me up. It felt great to have her fingers running and tangling in my fur. I watched as the expressions on her face changed with each tangle. Her mouth was lovely the way it pursed and smiled. She had dimples that creased with each smile and disappeared with each oooh that her lips made. Her eyes were bluer that the deepest ocean and I felt like at any moment I would dive right in and swim forever inside of her.
She handed me a mirror, so I could watch. I loved seeing her with the razor. She used the strop I had and sharpened the blade, and then with a super gleam in her eye, she raised it for me to see and then said to me, "Oh baby, you are going to love this," and she brought it down slowly. My eyes widening at the thought, the sheer excitement, when the coolness of the razor could be felt through the foamy suds.
I watched as she pulled it across my mons, immediately baring my sensitive skin to the cool night air. She blew upon it creating chills all around me. She continued with several more scrapings until I was bare as a baby. With each pull, I found myself getting excited, eruptions occurring from within. When she was through, she took a warm washcloth and bathed me. My mons was on fire, it hadn't been naked since I was a child and in this newness came an awareness of vulnerability.
She was after all the doctors assistant.
She kissed the newly naked flesh, letting her lips soften the stinging. My hands found themselves tangled in her hair sometimes pulling it so hard, but she kept working her tongue in and around my mons and sometimes licking quickly up around my hood. Never touching my sex, but coming so close.
When I thought I couldn't stand it any longer, I rolled over away from her and grabbed my toy from under the bed. I heard her gasp when I said its my turn. I doubt that she had ever had someone strap from the sound of her tone, but I didn't hesitate, instead I threw the harness over my shoulders and placed the toy inside its slot and started to throw her back on the bed. She started to protest, when I said, "Turnabout is fair play baby" She smiled and said, "OK." I pushed her back up on her haunches, pulling her sweatpants from her, almost ripping them free of her legs. I noticed a small scar on her left hip and on the right, a tattoo of a butterfly and a brick. I thought it odd, but what the hell....I quickly dove at her sex, taking it firmly in my lips. She screamed out for me to take it easy, then I rammed my tongue inside just to feel how wet she was....and O my, She was as wet as me. I grabbed for my waits harness and placed the toy in that slot, removing the chest harness. The feel of the rough leather up against my mons was chafing but so damn hot. I grabbed hold of the phallus and moved the head just slightly into her pool. She grunted and growled, thrusting her hips up into me. I shoved the shaft further into her, feeling as she opened herself for me. I felt when I was in her up to the hilt, still she bucked into me. I rode her wild like some rodeo jockey, each time she met my thrusts, each time I wailed high into the night.
At some point in the ride, she clasped her legs up tight around me and screamed my name and I erupted, it streaming out of me onto her. I was drunk with her wine, and felt the need to quench my thirst further. I pulled from her slowly, she was saying no baby, don't go....but I slipped from her and quickly laid myself down between her legs and slipped my tongue deeply into her fired wet. She tasted like liquid sin, so inviting. I buried myself inside of her and drank, she moved her body around mine. Then she drank from me. I quivered each time her tongue came inside of me, each time she found the place where I am born.
My mons was red and sensitive from the rubbing of the harness. She saw how raw it appeared and ran quickly to the bathroom. I heard her rummaging around in the cabinets and then she returned with an antiseptic and some cream, taking the time to apply both. She kissed me in my groin and had her tongue run from hip to hip lovingly.
The dildo lay at my feet, still sticky from her generous pouring, still wet from the life she gave to me. I glanced at my watch on the nightstand next to the bed and saw that the night was gone and soon dawn would show its brightself. I made my way to the windows and pulled the blinds, shutting out the brightness, then returned to the bed for sleep...a nap...with the Doctors assistant....
Carol Marie Copyrigh 2000