I must admit, the lady surprised me.
Dorothy was one of those hard nuts -- lovely, sweet, and perhaps a little bit repressed. Although she was thirty, just getting her to hold hands or kiss me (other than a peck on the cheek) took repeated effort. She could be a lot of fun, except for her apparent fear of anything even slightly sexual. But gradually, she had gotten over some of the most basic things: a kiss, holding hands, and the like. Still, there were many barriers we had not yet broken.
Then, one Friday night, she hit me with a big surprise.
We had gone out to dinner at a neighborhood place. I couldn't help but notice that Dorothy, who was almost always prim as a librarian, had left her top button open. It was autumn, so I knew it wasn't because she was too warm.
After dinner, we walked back to Dorothy's apartment. I had my hand around her waist. Her roommate was away for the weekend, so we would have the place all to ourselves.
Dorothy took my hand. We continued to walk together, enjoying the crisp, moonlit night. I stopped her under a tree and we kissed. She smiled.
Soon we arrived at Dorothy's door. She opened it and we stepped into the apartment. Immediately, she gave me a big, wet kiss. Usually her kisses were sweet and gentle, but this was the most passionate kiss she had ever given me. I took off my windbreaker.
Dorothy put her hands on my waist and pulled my shirt loose. Her hands were under my shirt. I held her closely and slid my hand down to her butt. This was something she had never allowed before, but this evening, I got no reaction except a sweet smile and an even more passionate embrace.
Our bodies were pressed very close to each other. I'm sure she could feel my bulge beginning to form. I slid her skirt up and put my hand on her butt directly.
We sat down on the couch. Both of us kicked off our shoes. Dorothy just stared at me for a few seconds. She was licking her lips. I noticed that she was blinking.
Now Dorothy took off her sweater. She smoothed her blouse. She leaned in and kissed me. I noticed her hand on the inside of my thigh.
"Dorothy," I said, "what is going on here?" Again we kissed. I pulled her to me. She undid one button on my shirt.
Dorothy giggled. "Why do you ask?" she said. I put my hand on her knee.
"This isn't like you," I said. I began to fondle her earlobe. "Not that I'm objecting." She chuckled.
She smiled as she spoke. "I had a dream," she said. "I dreamed that I had sex with you."
"Was I good?" I said jokingly.
"Silly," she responded with a smile. She gave me a peck on the cheek. "I had it five nights in a row."
"Five nights straight?" I said. She smiled and nodded. "I must have done something right." Dorothy laughed.
"It surprised me so I prayed about it. A lot," Dorothy said.
"What was the answer?"
"Surrender, Dorothy," she said.
"Was there a green-skinned witch involved?"
"No, silly," she replied with a laugh as she unbuttoned another button on my shirt. "I prayed on it several times and I kept getting the same answer."
"And what was it?"
She had a cockeyed smile on her face. Her tone was chipper. "You're the one."
