Close Encounters Of Several Kinds 1

In 'The Thick of It' I wrote about a month, 30+ years ago, of sexual activity with Kairos, a delightful man with a thick cock. I included his account of consummating their mutual desire with his mother, Dulcie. He was an academic, whose special expertise in the Classics was epigraphy, the deciphering of texts on ancient tombs and monuments. In addition to Ancient Greek and Latin he spoke half a dozen other, modern, languages. He was also one of the kindest people I have come across. For example, he phoned one evening when he was due to visit me for another night of mutual gratification to say that he would instead be driving to his home, two hundred miles distant, a colleague at the conference he was attending - the man had no car and had received news that his daughter was in hospital after an accident.

Apart from the story about him and his mother Dulcie he told me of several others of his sexual adventures. I realised later that these also acts of kindness, because they involved women with disadvantages of various kinds, women with whom he felt especially empathetic. Partly thanks to following his mother's injunction that he was never to take advantage of a woman for his own pleasure but always to be motivated by respect and affection for the woman as an individual human being.

I will, then, as with his account of his intercourse with his mother, narrate in the voice of Kairos, separating the episodes with titles devised by me.

GETTING TO THE BOTTOM

I was too busy studying, and celebrating my intense intercourse with Dulcie, to engage in any other sexual activity during my undergraduate years, but my higher degree years offered the possibility of more intense liaisons, partly because we met in small groups for special tutorials and partly because we were encouraged to collaborate. And there was a young woman called Caroline engaged in a similar project to mine, and we began to share the knowledge we were acquiring and to meet for library sessions and meals.

She was quite a large woman, an inch or so taller than me, and broad in build. Despite appearing like a field athlete she was not sporting at all, being highly intelligent and intellectually stimulating. While I had had the advantage of learning Greek and Latin at my mother's knee, so to speak, she had gained her mastery of the ancient languages by sheer hard study at secondary school and her undergraduate years. We became close friends, without any romantic involvement, though we freely confided our past experiences, hopes and fears.

She was always dressed in loose flowing dresses, sometimes with a long jacket, close-fitting to the waist, flaring out below. The intention was apparently to draw attention to her prominent bosom, and away from her lower body. I concluded she was embarrassed by her large bottom, the size of which was difficult to judge thanks to the well-chosen clothing. Jeans or trousers of any kind were obviously out of the question.

I was in process of developing a powerful liking for large bottoms. Dulcie's was impressive, but not out of proportion. Caroline's was definitely a much more sizeable proposition, but one which I was apparently never going to be able to investigate, our relationship not inclusive of such concerns, especially as she was evidently sensitive about it. However, Norma, you will have guessed that I did get to the bottom, thanks to the conduct of the boyfriend she was going out with, though not, I surmised, sleeping with, during the first few months of our friendship.

That relationship reached a crucial point, as I rapidly discovered the day we met for coffee and she turned up bravely choking back tears, and said, 'I nearly didn't come today, but then I thought why should I let this spoil my life and interrupt my work?'

I knew enough to keep quiet and simply indicate interest and concern, pushing her coffee mug across the table and offering the biscuits. She sniffed hard and took a big gulp, crumbled a biscuit in her large hand, and blurted out, 'He said I had an arse like a carthorse.'

'Oh, now,' I said, 'A gentleman doesn't say such things.'

'But he's right,' she said, tears gathering, 'It's bloody enormous.'

'What's wrong with having a large bum?' I asked.

'It's just not attractive. It's ugly. It's supposed to be trim and slim.'

'Not fashionable nowadays, I suppose,' I said, 'But there are men who'd relish it to the maximum, especially if they liked you, felt close to you, and wanted to show their appreciation of you as an attractive woman.'

She finished the coffee and went to the counter to get two more. When she came back she said, 'D'you know, I think he was only going out with me in order to get a look at it. I think he just wanted to tell his mates he'd been with horse-arse Caroline.'

This sounded possible, but I wondered what to say, and settled on, 'At what point did he pronounce this ungentlemanly rudeness?'

She was embarrassed, wondering how far to reveal the details of the incident. 'It was the first time we'd been undressed, in my room. I thought it was because we were going to be serious about how we felt, how we were going to go forward together. Well, we weren't yet fully undressed. He was still dressed and had me down to my underwear, and it was when he took down my pants he said it. I don't think he meant to say it, and it slipped out. But I realised there was no future in it if he had than sort of attitude.'

Apparently, therefore, the relationship did not reach the extent of intercourse, and I wondered whether this meant she was still a virgin. What I said was, 'I'm so sorry to hear about this and how it's, understandably, upset you. But there are men, as I've said, who would admire and love you for yourself, and admire and love everything about you.'

She drained the second mug of coffee and munched several biscuits without saying anything. Then she said, 'I've only had two boyfriends before this, and the first one was too shy to try and make love in any way that would involve seeing, or even touching - '

No loss of maidenhood there, then. What about the second one? I didn't ask, but hoped for elucidation, which came with, 'The second one was only after one thing, as they say, but I was too naïve to spot it. It was when I was in my second undergrad year, and I let him do it in his father's car in the dark. It was cold and cramped and I hardly felt anything, and that was the end of it. He didn't want to know anymore.'

Technically deflowered, then, but really still virgin, not having experienced a joyful orgasmic introduction to sex. Again, I held my peace, aware that any comment would be superfluous and liable to hinder progress. And I wanted progress. I liked her, appreciated her mind, and body as so far seen, clothed, and I wanted to reassure her that she was a lovely woman, worthy of all the admiration, appreciation and affection a man could offer.

On that occasion, therefore, no more was said on this subject, and we repaired to the library to read some articles together, make photocopies and notes, and adjourn for a light lunch to discuss our findings. But I was pretty sure we would become intimate shortly.

This came about the evening she invited me to her room for supper, already an advance, because we had so far only ever met, and eaten, in public places. So, I went in hopes, taking care to shower and shave and dress in clean clothes - which would, of course, have been appropriate for any invitation, but I took particular care, and it was evident when I arrived that she, too, had taken care about her appearance. She was wearing a long, golden dress, close-fitting in the bust and flaring out from a broad black belt. She was carefully made up, which she had never been before, and her short hair was obviously carefully coiffed and shiny, which was also unusual, because she was usually not particular about her looks.

She was, too, clearly a little anxious, and wanting to seem at ease, wanting to seem casual but having obviously taken much care about the meal, which began with grapefruit and went on to a salad of several kinds of vegetables accompanying three kinds of unusual cheese and potatoes.

After the sweet was fruit and yoghourt, we were sitting sitting side by side on the two-seater couch, drinking coffee, discussing our recent researches and bold plans. But she was plainly wanting to introduce a more personal note into the colloquy, and it was, I felt, up to me to help her. I thanked her for the meal, and said, 'I think you want to talk about something other than Classical texts, and you don't need to hesitate or feel awkward about it. I like you so much, and value our friendship so highly that I feel we can speak about anything and everything. I hope you feel the same.'

She said, 'I do feel the same, and there is something I want to ask you about, because, as you know, I'm nearly 24 and I've never had a close relationship with a man, and I'm wondering if such a thing is ever going to be possible.'

'Why shouldn't be?' I asked.

'Well, I told you about my most recent experience, and about the first one, and I think I must be a kind of freak, who's only going to attract men for one feature only.'

I said, 'If you remember, I said there are men who'd relish that particular feature to the maximum, especially if they liked you, felt close to you, and wanted to show their appreciation of you as an attractive woman.'

'Yes, I know, but where do I find such a man? How can I tell he's like you say?'

'Caroline,' I said, 'Go on, ask the next question, please.'

Instead of answering she hastily got up and offered more coffee, and I said No thanks, and would she, please, come and sit by me again? Which she did, so that I could take her in my arms, and say, 'You do know that I feel close to you, and want to show my appreciation of you as an attractive woman, don't you?'

'Yes, I know, but what about that particular feature? Would you relish that?'

'To the maximum,' I said, placing my lips on hers in a gentle kiss, which became more and more urgent as she responded, and it was not long before I was holding stroking her bosom within the dress. And it was evident that she was determined to pursue the dalliance all the way, so that when I slipped a hand under the hem of the dress and caressed her thighs she was ready to open the way to the gusset and within it.

The gusset was damp, even slippery, so I slipped my fingers under it and sought among the fernery for her clitoris, which came readily to hand, as you might say. It was well oiled and already erecting and I was soon gently rubbing my forefinger up and down her vulva alongside that delightful little nubbin = well, not so little, actually. Any notion that a big bottom meant a small clitoris, if such an idea existed, was plainly wrong, in this case anyway. She began to wriggle about on the said bottom and to pant. She gasped, 'Don't you want to take them off?'

'No need,' I said, 'Unless you'd be more comfortable.'

She said nothing and began to moan. Then she suddenly grasped my wrist to stop me, and said, 'Don't you want to go inside me?'

'All in good time,' I said. 'I want you just to enjoy and to come.;

'You mean, to have an orgasm?'

'Yes. I think you're well on the way.'

'But don't you have to be inside for that?'

There was clearly a deficiency of sex-education here. I said, 'No. That's not necessary for many women. This is what makes them come,' and I resumed my attentions to the clitoris.

'It feels lovely,' she said. 'I think it's going to happen.'

'Yes, it is,' I said, 'Let it happen.'

'Oh, it is,' she said, 'It's - ' But what she was going to say was lost in the climax, in which she thrust her mons forward and upwards and uttered little screams.

After the orgasm had ebbed, we kissed again, in satisfaction and celebration, and when our lips parted I asked, 'Have you never done that for yourself?'

'Oh, no, I thought that was wrong. It's called "masturbation" if you do it yourself, isn't it? And that's wrong, isn't it?'

'Not at all, 'I assured her. 'If that's all that's available why not do it? Many people do it, and often, for pleasure and to ease the tension.'

'What about proper sex, then?' Don't you want to have that? I thought that's what men wanted, to go inside.'

'Yes, they mostly do,' I said, 'But they should do that only if the woman wants it, too, and if she can have pleasure before or during or after. Otherwise it's like that man who went into you in the car without bothering what you wanted and felt.'

'Well,' she said brightly, 'Now I've come it's your turn. What do you want to do?'

'I want to undress you to begin with,' I said.

'Aha, you want to see my bottom,' she said roguishly.

'Yes, I do, but I want to see all of you. You are a beautiful woman, not just a bottom with a woman attached, and I want to enjoy the whole woman.'

'You really mean that, don't you? Yes, you do. So, let me stand up.'

I took my hand out of her knickers and we stood up, with her before me, looking into my eyes trustingly and yet looking a little shy. I said, 'This is all new to you, I know. You've never been undressed by a man. You must tell me if you want me to stop at any time. OK?'

'That would be a bit funny after what you just did, wouldn't it?'

'I thought we were both involved - but yes it might be a bit funny. But you weren't naked. I didn't see anything.. Anyway, let's take off that beautiful dress.' And I unbuckled and removed the belt and reached round her to unzip at the back. Then I gathered the skirt at the hem and drew the garment up and over her head, while she lifted her arms, and shortly there she was in bra and slightly disarranged knickers.

It was a substantial, strappy bra, providing an impressive cleavage, as needed to hold those bulging breasts. I stopped to admire, gazing in delight and wonder, and she said, 'Is there something wrong? You don't like my bust?'

'Caroline,' I said, 'You are a beautiful woman. I'm awestruck. I know what a privilege it is to be revealing your beauty like this.' And I reached round her again to unlatch the bra, which had to be carefully eased off, so closely was it holding the breasts. Then I stepped back to contemplate them. 'Magnificent,' I said.

She said, 'I've always rather hated them, being so big and crude-looking.'

'What's crude about them?' I asked.

'Look at those great rough ends, all irregular with those long - stalks - sticking out.'

'Those are wonderful areolas and nipples,' I assured her, 'Perfect for sucking, and they're getting ready for it. So exciting how they erect.'

'My mother says big ones are a nuisance. She's always talking about having hers reduced, and advises me to do the same. They're heavy, you know.'

'They certainly are,' I said, 'Weighing them in my hands. But look at the shape, the depth. Well, you're used to them, of course. Do they feel good when -? No, probably not had them sucked yet. Time we tried it. Lie down again, and - '

'Don't you want to see my behind?'

'All in good time,' I said, 'It's not going to fade away, is it?'

We lay down together and I took one of those great nubbly nipples between my lips and nibbled, sucked and licked. The sensation was new to her and she was surprised at the intensity of it, and remarked, 'It does feel nice. I read about this but didn't quite believe it.'

I rolled the other nipple between my thumb and two fingers, and that, too, seemed to be pleasurable. She said, 'They've gone so big and hard, and they feel nicer and nicer.'

Removing my mouth, I said, 'Some women can come just from their nipples. Let's see if you can,' and I swapped nipples with mouth and fingers.

After some minutes she said, 'they're tingling a bit, but I don' t think they'll make me - come. I've never used the word like that before, but I know what it means, of course.'

I stopped again, to say, 'Maybe there's another one elsewhere, and I shifted my hand to the gusset and slipped it inside, where it was now positively awash with lubricant. The first touch on her clitoris sparked a sharp intake of breath, and it took only a few seconds before the orgasm dawned, accompanied with little chirps of ecstasy.

When she was calm again and relaxed she said, 'That's twice for me.'

'Some women can come many times,' I said. 'It's such a treat to find out how often?'

'But what about you?' she asked. 'Aren't you feeling - frustrated?'

'There's no hurry,' I told her, 'But if you roll onto your side facing me I can savour your bottom, over and inside those all-enveloping lime-green knickers.'

'My mother makes those,' she said, 'For her and me. Hers is big, too, and it's difficult to find shop ones which fit just right.'

'She does a good job,' I said, running my hands over those massive cheeks over the mother-made knicks. Then, unable to restrain myself any longer, I slipped my hands under the waist-elastic and slowly explored those glorious contours, letting my fingers glide down the first inch of the crack - not so much a crack as a crevasse. 'That feels nice, too,' she said, 'Do you like it?'

'It is magnificent,' I said, 'Not because it's quiet large but because it's wonderfully shapely. It is absolutely beautiful to the touch and I know it will be when I see it.'

'Do you want to see it now?' she asked.

'Not yet,' I said, 'I don't want us to move much for the moment. I'd like to take off those special knickers and view your pussy.'

'Your wish is my command,' she said, and lifted her pelvis to allow me to draw the knickers down over those stupendous curves over the thighs past the knees and all the way off. And there was her nest, of tight curls, like astrakhan, and within it her long inner labia, protruding several inches out of the outer ones, as I had already surmised from my intra-gusset explorations. 'Lovely,' I breathed, 'Quite lovely. And I think they'll open easily. Yes, they will. I can fold them back if you open your legs further. Yes, that's the way. And here is your entry, also ready to open.'

'Kairos, Kairos,' she said, 'Dear Kairos, go in there. Don't you want to go into me? I want you to go inside me.'

Of course, I was still dressed, so I said, 'I'm longing to be inside you. Please, get me ready.' And we stood up by the bed and she began to strip me, saying, 'I've never undressed a man before, but it's easer than a woman, isn't it? Shirt, trousers, socks, shoes. Just the pants. But a little tricky with those, because of your - penis. Another word I know but haven't had to use. And it's big and hard. That's called an erection. It looks rather large. Will it fit into me all right?'

'Let's try it,' I suggested, and we lay down again, side by side. She said, 'Shall I turn over and you can go in from the back? Or maybe with my big bum that isn't possible.'

'It's certainly possible,' I said, 'And I hope it will happen, but now I want to enter you face to face, so I can look into your eyes.'

'I'll get onto my back, then, and you'll get between my legs, won't you?'

I was already moving into position. 'Draw up your knees,' I said, moving forward and probing for her entrance with my cock-tip. 'I'm going in. It's so warm and snug. Not hurting? Good. I'm going all the way in. Caroline, Caroline, that is so wonderful, it's perfect.'

'Can you - come? Ejaculate is the word, isn't it. Can you ejaculate inside me?'

'Do you want me to?'

'Yes, yes. Do it in me. I want you to do it in me.'

'Just a few movements, then,' I said, 'And, yes, I'm coming, I coming!'

She locked her legs round my waist and pulled me into her, instinctively knowing what to do, and I came hard, copiously, pumping gently in and out, driving as deep as possible with the last spurt.

'Oh,' she said, 'You came, you came inside me. I'm a proper woman now, aren't I?'