August 1974. I remember how a month ago, in nature, I met Barry, charming young man with whom I had the sweetest, delicious moments... we merged together then... I miss him so much... and I started crying silently. I wonder if will he keep his promise and call me? Or he already met another girl in Los Angeles... or even a few... he must be a popular guy, he's handsome, blue-eyed, slender, long-legged... he could already forget me. After I thought about it, I'm feeling heartache. The phone rang, I picked up.
"Hallo?" I said. And suddenly I hear:
"Hi, Milly! It's Barry."
"Barry!!! You haven't forgotten me!!" I said in a joyful voice.
"How can I forget such a sweet, cheerful, passionate girl?" He said with a smile.
"How are you?" I asked.
"Great! I earned a lot from that side job! How are you? How do you feel?" He asked.
"I felt better when I heard your voice." I answered.
"Do you want to come to me?" He asked.
"Of course!" I said happily.
An hour later, I'm in Barry's home, there's a very cozy and soulful atmosphere. And he has a beautiful, black piano.
"Milly, I want to play and sing to you one of my own songs." He said and started performing his song to me. This is a slow, sentimental song, and how beautifully he sings... his voice is so sexy... I got aroused...
"How do you like my song?" Barry asked.
"Very beautiful song... this is the most beautiful thing I've heard... it gets me!! Barry, you must demonstrate your music to the whole world!!!" I said rapturously.
"You're exaggerating... my songs are ordinary..." he said.
"Why are you so insecure???" I was surprised.
And at that moment I realized that Barry is perfect... he's very handsome... his voice, his face, his figure... so sexy... he's very talented, he plays the piano, composes beautiful music, sings well... he's so kind and helpful... and his modesty and self-doubt makes him even sweeter...
"Barry, record all your songs at least for me, please..." I said.
"Oh well, I'll do it for you." he answered.
A week later, Barry gives me a mini-cassette with his songs, which he recorded at home.
I listened to them at home and was pleasantly surprised, his other songs are also very beautiful!!! And his voice... it seems to caress me "there..."
An hour later. I remember his songs, almost all the songs are beautiful, some of them are sad, they make me cry... and in some songs... his voice sounds so sexy that I want to masturbate... listening to these songs... what am I thinking???!! That's not good!!! But my body thinks differently... and in the end I succumbed to passion, turned on the cassette, rewound to the desired song, lay down and began to caress myself. While I'm listening to his sweet, gentle voice, I'm stroking my labia and inner thighs slowly. Then I'm caressing my clitoris and nipple at the same time, and I'm squeezing my hips, it makes the feelings even sweeter and makes my arousal stronger... I feel so good!!!
"AAAAAAAAH!!!!"
And the pleasant feelings stopped. Forgive me, Barry... I defiled your songs!!! And I was left with satisfaction and regret at the same time.
The next day I came to Barry and said:
"Barry, what a fool you are!!!!!"
"Why???"
"Because you didn't let anyone hear such beautiful songs!!!! They're divine!!!" I said enthusiastically.
"Thank you very much. I'm glad you liked them, but..." He answered.
"I want to see phonograph records with your songs in all shops!!!" I said loud.
"Well... um..." He doesn't know what to say.
"Barry, I want to admit something... I... I m... m-masturbated... to some of your songs... I think your voice is... s... sexy... forgive me!!!" I said with regret.
"Ooooh..." he said, smiling lustfully.
"What? Aren't you angry?" I said with surprise.
