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READING ROOM For a few moments respite, enter the Reading Room. In the Reading Room you will find previously published, unpublished or soon-to-be published works; short stories, essays, poems and serial pieces covering a variety of subject areas and topics. They change each month, so drop in and spend a few minutes in the Reading Room. These works are posted solely for your enjoyment, interest and entertainment.
It was a Friday night and Gail had endured a dry spell without truly been satisfied. So much so, the foremost thought in her mind as she drove was that of “scoring.” She was confident she knew which establishment in town, if one could even call it a town, where the innermost craving and desires that had been gnawing at her all week could be found.
As she thought about how long it had been since she had “had some” a devilish voice inside her head whispered, “You deserve it as much as any of the others in the secretarial pool.” Gail then spoke audibly as if to a confidant, “Isn’t Jane, little Miss prim and proper on the outside, always confiding in me how she risks her parents finding out about her weekends?” Gail then exclaimed indignantly to the staring eyes in the rear view mirror, “That doesn’t stop her!”
Jane had been getting away with it for months and no one seemed the wiser. There was an air of innocence about Jane, but underneath it all Gail knew the truth about ‘Miss Goody Two Shoes.’ Sure, most of the girls in her office were only one or two years out of high school and still legally under age. “Much too young for drinking and staying out, carousing at night with the boys in this town” her parents were so fond of reminding her. It was as if their entire mission in life had become to make sure Gail remembered that she was still only eighteen and living “under their roof” as her father would announce each time the subject came up, as if it were his mantra.
Gail really didn’t care anymore. She was ready to live a little and experience new things. It was time to ‘live it up and paint the town red’. Yes, that was it, paint the town Red! Perhaps she would try to hook up with notorious ‘Big Red’. That would do it. She would show them once and for all, her parents, all of them. Just this once Gail would do what Gail wanted to do. To hell with them and all their moralizing, she told herself. Yes, Big Red! That would do it for sure. One night with Big Red and she would finally be free. Free of her parents, free of this town, free of all the stares and whispers from the secretarial pool inhabitants. They all talked of wanting to try it, but Gail told herself, “Enough talk, it’s time for action” and tonight would be the night. She would seek out Big Red and take him into her mouth.
On her way to the “Stopwatch,” the town’s infamous and only late night bar, she decided to make sure she had everything she might need to fulfill the intimate thoughts about the evening ahead, which swept through her mind like cascading falls. As she stood at the counter about to pay for the diet cola and the package of condoms she had selected, out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of Big Red. Her pupils dilated as she tried to focus without being obvious. Sure enough, there was Big Red. It was within a few moments after Gail left hand in hand with Big Red that she had made her decision. “Why wait any longer?” the voice whispered to her, “you’re here, Big Red is here, its dark, your car is right outside and the time is now.”
Getting into her car she spoke as if to no one, “You don’t know how long I have waited and dreamed of this moment.” Driving down Main Street Gail turned left at the end of the block and headed for the river and General Lee Park just outside of town. Glancing at Big Red in the passenger seat she whispered to herself, “Gail, this is your chance, don’t lose your nerve now.”
Arriving at the park she picked a dark and secluded spot where she was sure that they would have privacy. Turning off the car’s engine she sat and stared at Big Red, as a coy smile crossed her lips. “No more waiting” she said and with quick movements by both hands she had Big Red released and exposed. Even in the dark she could see that Big Red was already stiff and hard. The moonlight twinkled, glistening off the magnificent pink color, which stood erect before her. Almost salivating, her mind raced with the thoughts of the sweet taste within her grasp. She slowly began to feel it with both hands. Holding it firmly with her left hand, up and down the side of the shaft she lightly moved her fingers. It felt so smooth and slender. She closed her eyes and lazily dreamed of the moments to come. Infatuated with thoughts of sliding its whole stiffness into her mouth she resolved to keep it there until she was done and satisfied, until she was ready to release it. She would take it all in, hard and stiff and keep it there until it became soft and sticky.
Gail could feel the heat rising within her body. She became uncomfortable with her position and shifted to face the other seat. “Big Red, I hope you enjoy this as much as I intend too” Gail toned. With that she slowly brought it to her face. As her lips parted, Gail took a moment to look down and smile. As her mouth and hands met she could begin to taste all its sweetness on the tip of her tongue. Gently at first, then a bit more aggressively she twirled and slid her tongue back and forth against Big Red’s sides. She could feel Big Red on one cheek now and then the other. Up and down, back and forth, too and fro, Big Red was everywhere inside her mouth now. She had taken all of it inside and as she opened her eyes, she stared at the moon. Gail felt as if she was in heaven, right here on earth. Yes, she had waited, but it had been worth every agonizing minute. “Finally” she thought, I have crossed that line, I have taken Big Red into my mouth and made him mine.
To her surprise this had gone on for at least twenty minutes. “Where had the time gone” she asked herself? It seemed as if only moments ago Big Red was as hard and stiff as she could have ever hoped or dreamed of, and now it was just as she had suspected, soft and sticky, limp to the touch of her tongue. She truly enjoyed the minutes that had slipped away, having Big Red a part of her, becoming one with the object of her desires, while Big Red was inside of her. She thought about its initial sweetness, with just a hint of almost cinnamon tartness now all but dissipated. Rolling down the window as she drove from the park, she spat out the gum and decided it was time for some drinking and dancing with the ladies from the secretarial pool at the Stopwatch.
Branch Isole © 2004
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