Thursday, November 26, 2009

Better than a matress: August 2001

Meeting in a summer afternoon around four o'clock, where I come from, is normally pure suicide. I grew up next to the beach but for some reason I refused to even look at the sea since I became "a goth". You just need to keep yourself pale and going to the beach in summer is not the best way to achieve it, but at least is refreshing. Going around town at that time of the day is another word for "I want to faint in the middle of the street soaking on my own sweat and tears".

Spanish tardiness is chronical. If you are meeting somebody at, lets say twelve o'clock, that means "from twelve o'clock onwards". You can be waiting forever just to realise that your friend has fallen asleep in the sofa. Fortunately for us, as we grow older and wiser, we tend to leave a margin of time and relaxation in order to make it just when we are meant to. We call that "the lazy clock sincronisation".

Today I am fashionably late but not too much. Just ten minutes behind and knowing that women take generally longer to get ready I am getting ready to sit down in the dusty, ruthless marble doorstep and wait. To my surprise Susan is already sitting in that very doorstep I was planning to sit, outside a nearby blockbuster. I have always liked her aroma, but I miss the scent of danger. She smells of shampoo, conditioner and deodorant. That, compared to what I am used to, is meant to be an improvement.

As we have already somewhat hit the sex bit on our dating we are not taking middle steps on what we are about. I am not talking about romance, not talking about commitment and definitely making very clear that I am going back to London as soon as October hits, obviously without her.

We stride around the neigborhood and we reach my parent's house. I introduce Susan to my mother (my father wasn't around)and there I go straight to my bedroom.

I must describe Susan as sturdily built. She has a slim waist, pretty friendly face, slightly asimetrical upper teeth, more than prominent forehead and a bigger bottom than what I normally like. She has a problem on her left ankle, something to do with a fracture that never healed properly and it's a bit wider than the right one, so she is prone to have accidents when she is not careful. Her torax is quite solid and round and that might be why I find her heavier than I would guess from somebody of her stature. She is tall for a girl, but still shorter than me.

I find it all very cute and amusing, a bastard as I am.

We proceed to kiss passionately and remove each other's clothes. The room is an absolute oven and we try to lie down in bed and start playing with each other's genitalia. Like many spanish women, she has only done her bikini line but that's about it. Her pubic hair is pitch black and it is long enough to cover her labia. Her breasts are just the right size to fit on my hands, which I appreciate, but I find them slightly too far apart. Then we get confronted by a double trouble: the bed is too noisy and it is too damn hot to have sex at that time of the day.

So I go and use the old trick of putting the duvet in the floor. As we don't sink down in the mattress we don't get so surrounded by fabric and material, hence granting more freedom of movement and less contact with the surfaces. Also grateful for the extra balance support I am off to give her the time of her life.

She is, as usual surprised by the size of my penis, which is something that I have never been able to fully understand. Since I live with my penis my entire life, every waking second, I look at it every day and I don't see anything strange about it, but definitely everybody else who sees it does.

Nontheless she is amply lubricated by the time and I start penetrating her with no problem. I drive her to the orgasm three times before I have my first one. Then I get a bit more adventurous and decide to give it a shot: "have you ever had anal sex?" - I ask. Her answer was no but I could recognise the little smile of "go-on-let's-do-it".

Now, in all my years of having sex previous to that point I found that the best position, the one most helpful for both parts when it comes to anal sex is, ulike porn movies and other media makes us believe, having the receiving part lying down on her back and, lifting the legs up wide open, put them over your shoulders at the length of the ankles. That way the pelvis lifts, the anus opens and you keep balance enough to do it slowly, so it is not so painful. Silicon based lubricants work better than water based because they tend to keep the moist for longer rather than being absorbed, and since most of the times I had to try three or four times and the process tends to be slow, there is an awful amount of reliance demanded from the lubricant.

Susan only needs saliva and a little push. Off we are having anal sex, she has two more orgasms and I have to cover her mouth so she doesn't scream. I don't want to startle my mother who probably would be stiching socks or doing croche in the living room.

As soon as we are done I look at her face. I know that Susan had a few boyfriends in the past and she wasn't definitely a virgin when I met her. Then I hear a sentence I had already heard before, and I am definitely going to hear a lot more in the future: "Best sex of my life".

I am glad. I might be a bastard, but at least I am giving something in return.

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