Where it happened: New York City
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 2
Category: Straight
The fates were not kind to me. I was a tall, muscless teenager
melodramatically inhaling marijuana between fits of nuclear
weeping. I had black, quickly brushed hair and constant allergies
filled my hazel eyes tiny hurricanes of moisture. Girls considered
me a loser. Thus, my sexual drive never found any outlet except
through lone masturbation. With my eyes shut, feasting on a daydream,
I’d stroke my warm, astonished staff until it spat its giddy mess.
This brought temporary relief. But I wanted to touch a real girl!
There were so many people out there touching! Millions of kids
on trains squeezing through the accelerated hues of cities! while
I, cursed and coughing, was alone. Well, one afternoon the story
of my life changed from an obscure tale of angst to a best-selling
romance. I was on the subway. Sitting across from me was a girl
about my age. She had a fur coat on and her pantyhosed legs, one
crossed over the other and rubbing, looked like a couple of suave
snakes snuggling. She was gorgeous. I wanted to lay down and drowse
in her nuances. We glanced at each other, then looked, then stared.
I asked her what her name was (it was Emma) and this began a conversation
which ended with us making-love inside the valuable darkness of a movie
theater. We became a couple, a dimension of dizziness. We eventually
broke up. But I can say with confidence that I will never forget sleeping
with Emma in that theater. It saved my life.
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