tim!: Love Affair With Lust 2002 I'm not sure if this relationship should be called love or lust. It was lustful, that is known. Lusty. It did have overtones of possible future love. Looking back on this short-lived Thing, I would have to remove it from the category of love and seat it firmly into lust. This holds especially true when I recall the weekend her boyfriend came back, and the world came to an end.
Her name was and is Geraldine. This is not her real name. Until recently I have known no one by this name, and since I still have fond memories of Geraldine, I will protect her good Real name and disparage the fake one.
It all started by sneaking into an apartment complex pool on a fine Summer day to swim in disguise. She cut her toe on the ragged pool edge, and I took pictures of her bandaged injury. She was from Texas. I think she was an actor, but spent her time carrying food like so many talented thespians do before they are famous. I taught her how to use a finger to get the fizz off of a glass of Coke. She taught me the wonders of a substance called KY jelly.
Geraldine was feminine and kind of flighty. I remember she was very serious about being a Feminist, yet played all girly when it came to doing a classically male-oriented task. A classically male-oriented task is something like setting up a stereo or getting a dish from on high. Maybe that's why I liked her: she had contradiction. No, I remember now - she was hot, that's why I liked her. If a hot girl laughs at my jokes I will fall for them. It is always a bonus when they are not currently dating, but quite obviously this was not a requirement.
There was sexual tension. It pretty much has to be there for there to be lust. The first kiss was one of those where you see stars. It was more of a flash, an all over electricity set off by having this person's tongue in your mouth. We were both chewing gum at the time, and then we had to interrupt the kiss to dispose of the gum. This was nice, because then you get to re-experience the first kiss all over again. The best part about the first kiss is the taste of the other person. It is indescribable, but I'll try.
It is sweet. The breath is sweet. Maybe it was the gum, but I have had similar experiences without the presence of gum. It is sweet and soft and one of the most wonderful things on the planet, the kiss. Not just a kiss though, it is so much more than that. It is the promise of more to come. By that I don't mean sex. It is the promise of joy and lighthearted romance. And then yes, after that I mean sex.
You know right away how things will turn out based on that first kiss. Of course this kiss was magical, and I got dumped for a Texan. The bonds of Texans must be hearty. But it's true: I've had first kisses which were lousy, and I ignored this, spending years going through psychological trauma. I now have about 285 words left to describe The Best Handjob I Have Ever Been Privileged To Be A Part Of.
Now that I have your attention... It was surreal, this handjob. It was more akin to the best oral sex available, planet-wide. The only exception being the holding of the head part. It all depends on the direction of the power struggle. In this instance I was in her complete control. She had these skinny bony hands, which are well suited to this task. You can feel the bones on you as the handjob progresses to its messy end. When I say 'you' I mean me, and I really mean my erect penis.
She had complete control of the situation. A little talk to set the tone of power. Although in a handjob situation, the power only flows from hand to penis. It's not like you can make her do anything she doesn't want to do. It's like being on a roller coaster. You have a feeling of anticipation followed by a feeling of almost passing out from the excitement. I almost lost consciousness. It was that good. I suppose the KY deserves some credit here. I never did experience her dry version of same handjob, but I have a feeling it would have been just fine.
A week later her Texan boyfriend moved to town and they started seeing each other again. I was let down fairly easily, but still let down. In retrospect I am torn between what I missed the most. Did I miss the girl or the greasy palm of the girl? I don't remember Geraldine's last name, but I still think fondly of those long bony fingers.
