He had left Tristessa's tent in a bit of a confused state. Hell, he was as bumfuzzled as a young man his age had any right to be.
Gloria was waiting and was all over him the minute the sun nearly blinded him come out into the light again.
"You were in there so long. What did she tell you, Mal? It must have been something to take so long. C'mon, Mal. What did she say?"
He looked down at her pleading face, and realized he had no more desire for her. She looked like a child. He felt much older than her and what he had heard in the tent had changed something in him.
"Mal, tell me?" She whined.
"Uh, well she said I would have a long, prosperous life and marry a beautiful woman and have four children."
Her face crest-fell faster than the parachute ride. Gloria was cute but not the sharpest tool in the shed.
"I'm not feeling real good." he said "Is it okay if I drop you off at home?"
The ride home was silent until he dropped her off and the walkway in front of her house. She put her hand on the door handle, and looked over at him intently and with a little something like sorrow. "She did tell you something. You're different."
He looked at her and she held his look for a moment, and got out of the car. She wasn't the dullest tool in the shed, either.
He went home and fidgeted. His mind kept going back and forth on whether or not he should go back. He had never experienced anything like Tristessa going down on him so sweetly, but he was wary. They were gypsies, the four guys hanging out front, she was an older woman and might be playing him for a fool. They would take his money. But yet, something drew him back to what she had said and the promise.
His mother was still gone on the business trip with her boss and he had the house to himself. He got on his shorts and jersey and running shoes and went out. He ran trying to clear his mind, but it wasn't to be. What did she mean, we have only one night? And healing her? Duh.
He ran and worked up a sweat and realized he was pushing a heavy pace without meaning to. He finished his last lap of the park and walked the block to his house.
He stripped and got into the shower and turned it on hot. It stung but it felt good. He thought of her on her knees again and he started getting hard. He soaped his body and when he got to his cock, he realized it was fully erect. He was a mess and didn't know what to do. He rinsed off and toweled and thought about getting something to eat, but wasn't hungry, and lay down on his bed, cooling. Naked.
He awoke abruptly and realized it was dark. He got up and looked out the window to see the moon rising in the summer sky. And then he remembered.
He thought about sitting and thinking about his dilemma, but instantly realized he was going back. That was all. And so he got dressed. He wore his white, baggy, canvas shirt and old, comfortable jeans.
He found a parking spot up front near the midway. The carnival was winding down for the evening and as he walked past the few stragglers heading for the exits, he felt the wind come up, blowing empty popcorn boxes and food wrappers in a frenzy. Clouds covered the moon and the only light was the main midway lights on the promenade. The rides were done and their lights gone out, the music was done and he could see Carnies in between tents sitting on wooden boxes passing the bottle.
He approached her tent and it was quiet but for the wind. It seemed dark. Maybe it had all been some kind of sick joke and she had gone home. He paused and felt a rush of desire as she opened the front door and smiled.
She held out a hand and as if magnetized, he moved towards it. She took him into the dark tent and he remembered the way as she led him to the back. She let go of his hand and he heard her light a match and saw flame leap from a candle, she lit more and he watched her bending over each, braced on her cane and marvelled at the curve of her ass.
She reached for a bottle on ice on the bedstand and poured two healthy drinks into the glasses waiting. She took them and walked over to him, struggling without the cane. She was beautiful, dark and dusty and liquid.
"Welcome to our night, Mal. You come here a boy and will leave a man, and a very special man, at that. A toast. I toast to your cock. Your beautiful cock, which will do so much good." And she drank it down.
I didn't know what to do, so I chugged mine and felt the heat, burning down my throat. I gasped and coughed. She laughed.
"Araq. The drink of the mad. It is good for you."
She refilled the glasses, put hers on the nightstand and handed me mine again. "Sip it this time." And she kissed me lightly on the lips, darting her tongue in and out slowly, sensually, and moved her lips so lightly over mine I wasn't sure if it was happening or a memory.
She stepped back from me, wincing, and kicked off her shoes. I took a sip. She unwound the scarf from her head. The long black hair was woven into a long braid hanging all the way down her back. She kept her eyes riveted on mine. She started unbuttoning her multi-colored blouse until it was open, and then tugged it out of her skirt and off her arms and tossed it aside. She was wearing a black bra.
She reached around and unsnapped it, shrugged shoulders, peeled it and tossed it, too. And stood straight. She had medium sized breasts, perfectly formed like teardrops with silver dollar sized dark nipples that as I watched, shrunk as they became hard and jutted out. She reached over, took a sip of Araq and then hooked her fingers inside her bright cotton skirt, and shimmied it down over full thighs, kicking it aside. I took a sip. Her legs might be painful, but they were perfect, at least to my eyes. The black panties were gone with a wistul toss and I could see the thick swatch of her pubic hair. I meant to sip but gulped the rest and it didn't burn quite so much this time, but I welcomed the burn.
She had a sip of her drink and with her deep liquid eyes always on mine, hobbled over and filled my glass. She put the bottle back on ice and sat down on the bed, lay back, lifted her legs and spread them.
"Take off your clothes" she said, reaching a hand between her legs and stretching the fingers across her slit, I could barely see, pink. She opened it for me to see. "I want to watch you."
I put my drink down next to hers, kicked off my shoes and pulled off my socks, almost falling. I heard her laugh and looked to see her smiling sweetly, rubbing her fingers across that glistening, wet pussy.
I tossed off my shirt, and unbuckled my pants and let them fall, stepping out of them. I hadn't worn any underwear. "Ahhh" I heard her say. I was about half erect.
"Your education begins, sweet healer. Have you ever tasted a woman?"
"Uh, no. Not that I haven't wanted to, or anything."
"Come taste me then. Come to me."
