"Yeah, and then?"
"I don't know what to say. I spurted all over and she laughed. When we dated the next time, the same thing happened again. Then I tried Carol who had the hots on me and it happened again. The others followed and nothing had changed. When you were the only one left, I couldn't bring myself to date you. Because I thought it might also end up that way. I was mad at myself already 'cos all my friends have lost their virginity except me. Though the other boys grew envy at me because they thought I was getting all the girls, the more I felt so frustrated that I stopped dating to the point that I began avoiding girls. When it was telling time among my buddies I simply kept quiet or changed the subject." Spurt paused to sip his drink, then continued. "Until I opened up to my best bud Bernie and told him the truth. He called me Spurt, until the others heard it and started calling me Spurt that humiliated me more. I became mad at Bernie and challenged him to a fist fight. I knocked him down but later on I felt sorry. I am really Spurt 'cos that's the way it was. It happened all the time even if I only watched those dirty movies."
Spurt moved closer to Jules and she draped one leg of hers over his.
"Then what?" Jules said. Spurt placed his hand over her leg and his fingers made small kneading on her inner thigh. He wanted to crawl his hand under her dress but he hesitated putting it on hold as that would suffice for the moment.
"I was still a virgin until I was 22. Before that I became depressed over my manhood-- overly down and hopeless -- I decided to end my life by jumping off the bridge," he said heaving a sigh. And then he removed his hand from her thigh and joined his other hand to clasp the back of his head while leaning on the thick glass of the window." Jules pressed her side to him and his arm wound to the back of her shoulders. He continued. "So I went up to Queen's Bridge and started saying goodbye to my loved ones in my thought. I climbed up the railings and there I stood on the edge, feeling the wind blowing hard on my body, inducing me more to go and jump, end my useless life quickly. Just when I was about to jump, I heard a booming voice called out to me: Don't! Don't move! I turned to look from where the voice came from. A bearded oriental man in white robe was running up to me his hands flailing anxiously, his robe flying around his back.
"Hey, hey son don't do that. Here grab my hand."
"I said, Jeez who was this man and I froze and got scared, because he looked holy to me. He got those penetrating eyes that I lost control of myself and started obeying his command.
At this instance, Spurt squeezed her shoulder. Jules cast her eyes down his crotch and wondered if he was already nursing an erection. Spurt went on and she removed her leg on him and replaced it with her hand.
"The long-haired swami told me to hop into his car. He introduced himself as a tantric master. His name was Harem Skarum Daruka from India and he was able to convince me to open up to him about my problem. When I told him all about my misery he told me not to be hopeless for it is a simple problem. "I will help you, my child. You will not only overcome your problem but you will also be a good lover," Spurt narrated imitating Harem's Indian accent.
"So I got into this world of tantric yoga, learning the rudiments of breathing techniques through what they call my "inner flute" or the lingam, that "wand of light" between my legs, and yoni was the "cosmic womb" my wand was suppose to illuminate".
"So what really is the essence of this tantra?" Jules asked.
Harem told me that Tantra is more about love than sex and the goal is transcendence, not orgasm. But if you want my opinion, it is just the equivalent of poppers – just another way to have sex all night or get you off in a big way.
"Did you overcome your problem?"
"Yes and I lost my virginity at 22."
"Oh that long time?" Jules said with incredulity.
"Yeah, but you know it helped me a lot to know my sexuality. I stayed away from girls. That way I was diverted from sex. I went into sports and played soccer. I never finished college since my old pop died. I worked in Firestone as a tire inspector until I reached my current position as Regional Director.
"So how was your first time?" Jules propelled her curiosity.
"Wow, it blew me away, I met this girl Sandra who lived next door to my apartment and one day we bumped into each other at the Laundromat. We had a sizzling sex in her place. But the following morning I had a telegram and it said there that my pop had died of heart attack. So I went home and when I came back Sandra had gone never leaving any forwarding address.
I tried to look for you but your mom said you were in Europe modeling for Elite. So I just told myself, I hope I'll bump into you someday somewhere. But I was devastated when you got married.
"Why?"
"Cos you never really went out of my mind. Now I'm glad that you're di..."
"Oh, the wine is so incredibly sweet now," she said cutting his sentence with wide-eyed surprise as she took a sip. "So how long will my taste buds be like this?"
"Two hours or less," said Spurt.
"Kiss me, Spurt," she murmured drawing her lips close to him, an open-mouthed invitation. Their lips fused, thoroughly, varying from slow to deep, passionate and crazed kisses almost toppling her glass. "Hmmm, I've never kissed a mouth so sweet," Jules said pausing for air and then place the wine glass over the ledge of the window. A rush of excitement came to her and her fingers started unbuttoning Spurt's shirt from below. After four buttons were undone she pushed aside the open edges of the cotton material then splayed her hand over the bulge in his jeans. His hardness was back and he was glad that she had felt his proof of excitement. Her hand strayed along the top of his thigh and then eased back to his crotch. As the shirts were fully opened she leaned down and teased his tiny nipples with her mouth while her hand caressed the shape of his burgeoning bulge.
"Gosh, I wanted to fuck," she said amazing herself at the boldness of language that came suddenly out of her. She moved out of the cushioned seat and stood before him, her body tingling with sexual excitement and reached at her back to unzip her dress. Spurt rose to his feet and at that moment 'Samba Pa Ti' by Santana came. They faced each other and he was just a bit taller than her. His fingertips ran through her hair and cradled her face gently with his hands pulling her to him to brush his lips to hers. He kissed her in a touch and go fashion, teasing and letting her want for more. His fingers moved down to her shoulders sliding off the thin straps of her dress. The dress loosened threatening to make the nipples pop out. He lay his hands upon the top of her breasts and then lightly skimmed around the sides slipping under her arms, caressing her back up and down and then pressing her hard against him as their lips fused in wild abandon. Later his hands were at her waist walking her towards the bed. When the back of her knees nudged the edge of the bed she lost her balance and fell so that she was half down on the bed. Her dress came off at the chest and spilled her incredibly firm, beautifully formed breasts crested by creamy tan nipples staring tautly at him. He lurched partly upon her and kissed her hungry lips once more while cupping a handful of her breast, the nipple sticking out between his fingers. He nibbled the flesh of her breast until he kissed the taut nipple and sucked it. He sucked the other one too. Jules mewled, closed her eyes and bit over her bottom lip to stifle an ever-growing, aching need. His knee nudged the inside of her thighs to spread them apart and his exploring hand slipped under the hem of her dress and took a good grasp of the dome of her feminine center through her panties. Heat and dampness emanated through the sheer fabric of her panties as his fingers caressed the soft flab of lips letting his longest finger sank into the furrow and feeling more of her overwhelming wetness. His hand didn't linger much there and went on to feel the smoothness of her thigh and then under her ass cheek, squeezing it and on to the outer thigh pressing it against his side.
After a short while, he rose his body from her and stood out of the bed and tore off his shirt. She watched him bared his well-tanned chest and rippled torso and sat up quickly to palm the top of his massive thighs all the way to his hard chest and down again to unbuckle his belt and open his jeans. As the jeans were unzipped and pulled down, Jules watched with shock and amusement his slingshot brief tenting with his hard on. Ripping down the skimpy briefs his most eager outward self sprang out like a javelin.
"Ooooh, looks like your junior here is vying for the Olympics," she cooed her 'I'm ready for sex' voice. Her hand curled around the shaft and lifted it up swaying her tongue under the head tasting the first drop of essence of his arousal. Her thumb rubbed the tip causing more of his arousal to ooze before taking it in her mouth. As she tongued it fiercely Spurt jogged out from his underwear and jeans and grabbed hold of her wrists to push her down back on the bed. He pinned her wrists over her head and hovered his tumescent over her tantalizing face. Steeped with sexual hunger, she raised her head to lick the underside of his penis. She flicked her tongue in between that connection of the head and the shaft and then engulfed it in her mouth. He felt the rush, the electrifying force that shot to his head. He couldn't believe she was that good. Spurt blew the word 'wow' airily out of his mouth.
