|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- THE MILDRED CORK--CUP 4--"TRULY MAKES IT" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  The Mildred Cork  ||  -------> (Cup SRmc004, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Soon I found the perfect spot--a club--"Sgootchie's"--that was just closing. Had to have been about 2 AM then. I stood right by the door, in the shadows, and examined all the people coming out. A mixed bunch--some not too drunk at all. Then I saw him. Rom Jeffer. One of the guys I had a crush on, from my anthropology class. And luck was with me tonight--he stumbled in my direction, almost right into my arms. As he regained his balanced, I grabbed him and pulled him to me. From his breath, I could tell he was totally wasted. Good. "I want you." I said in a low voice--and what a voice it was! Deep, rich, a little husky--and totally sexy. I had my eyes closed so as not to startle him. So I couldn't tell exactly how he was reacting--but I took his hand and brought it to my left breast. He began squeezing it immediately. "Whoah." he exclaimed in a blast of alcohol breath. I opened my eyes, and before he could react, I brought his lips to mine and French kissed him. It was a pretty good kiss. Then I let go of his head and looked for his reaction. He was totally confused. "D-Donna?" he said. "No, my name is Truly." I said, reveling in that voice. "Why don't you come with me, Rom--we can do it in the grass." His expression wavered from joy to confusion to caution, like a mass of jelly. "Okay." he finally said. So I took his hand and led him down the street, wanting to get back to that grassy lawn, but realizing it was too far. So I just took him into an alley, unzipped his pants, and started playing with him. And before I knew it, I was being fucked. It felt good. This new body had all the sexual response of a human body, and more. It certainly did feel wonderful--all 30 seconds of it. I felt a huge amount of his stuff spray inside of me, then he pulled out, stumbled backwards, and fell on his ass. "Whoah." he said again. I frowned down at him, on the verge of tears. Could this body cry?, I wondered. He started playing with himself and nodding off. Great. Great first encounter. I turned and left him there, hoping he'd be embarrassed the next day, someone finding him there with his big dick hanging out of his pants. Oh well, what was I expecting? So I walked off, but a few blocks later, I bent over, put my hands on a brick wall for support, and expulsed Rom's seed from me, and let it drop to the street, where it belonged. So I wandered. It felt so good just to walk around. I felt great. Many thoughts passed through my mind. Did I just lose my virginity? I don't think this body had any hymen to break, but so what? My human hymen was already broken, though I never had sex. That didn't make me any less a virgin, I didn't think. Horseback riding and stuff, you know. No, I did certainly have sex just then. But to think--since I existed before the birth of my human body, wouldn't I have had sex before then? It seemed certain, though my memories were hardly there. So what qualified as losing virginity? Having sex as a human? Somehow, with a body made of night, I didn't really matter to me anymore. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----