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Bunches and bunches
2017-10-25 23:47:08 (UTC)

Oh So Edible...

When just becoming a young woman, I had a close friend and she had a younger brother. Hours were spent in each other's company, totally innocently as life changes began to engulf us. I had a bit of an eye for the younger brother, however untoward that is, well, I did have a wee bit of a soft spot for him. I wound up moving away for a year and coming back a full fledged woman. Only to find the young boy I had left had gain manhood in my absence and I was taken with him.


Like a Greek Adonis, muscled, tanned, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to follow me about in a very interested fashion as the long hours spent with my friend stretched lazily into the full heat of Summer. He always seemed to be about, right on the periphery of the group, just observing, me. There are moments in life when you pick your path, define yourself. I am definitely a free spirit when it comes to sexuality and I often follow my attractions, even if that is less than what others expect of me. Honestly, I have never felt remorse over it. I suppose I am shameless, but I have often had times in my life worth writing down and this was one of those.

So one afternoon, I asked him where the sodas were. He told me where they always were. I wandered over and made a show of looking for particular type. Again I queried him, where was the type I sought. Now I had his full attention and plaintively asked for some assistance if he would indulge me. He walked over interested in this unusual show of helplessness on my part and noticed the one I sought was directly in front of me. Puzzlement crossed his fine features.

"You can kiss me if you want." I told him. A beat passed as he stared directly into my eyes. And then he knocked me over backwards and well, I have never had any of what followed occur to me again.

That moment something wanton in him was freed and he brooked no hesitation from me. I protested, he persevered, I know all the details of the ceiling in his room, the bathroom, just about wherever he found me, he took me. Amazing, period.

And so as the Summer wound down we went our separate ways really without so much as a conversation to conclude it. Fabulous, but done, you know.

Flash forward ten years and I am married, newly a college graduate and now living a few continents away. I have an open marriage and am just starting to explore others again. Dating, I guess you'd say. Certainly it was awkward to say the least. So I wind up seated in an outdoor cafe on a sultry Summer night. And I see an older version of that young man from that fabled Summer. He's my blind date!

The resemblance is uncanny and even the first name is the same. I sit across a table in a foreign land and I swear it must be that young man from my youth staring back at me. Through conversation, I learned that despite the odds against it I have found another, slightly older man by the same name as the young man I was taken by and with that distant Summer.

And this one, this older version, is enthralled with me. As I stare into his nearly identical piercing blue eyes, the nostalgia and unfulfilled desires well up. Over that Summer and into the following Spring, I get another chance to study the ceiling, put some well deserved gouges into my headboard, and I drink long of this bewitching double. Amazing, again.

Last night I dreamt of him, one version or the other and awoke unrested, hungry, and with a blush still on me. I wonder...




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