It was her lips. The first thing I noticed about her, was her lips. That was several years ago, way back in high school. Both of us were new at the school, and having just enrolled, we'd turned up there on the same day. Her lips were so extraordinarily sexy… Not the thick, glossy model's-lips that one typically imagines, but petite, yet luscious lips – exactly the right thickness for her face. They were further accentuated by the pronounced pout she wore, which, on her pretty face, looked intolerably cute.
It wasn't until two years later, when I came to know that in addition to that pretty face, she has plenty of brains and is very smart, that I actually got interested in her. And it wasn't until we were in college that I got to "see more of her", and discovered (quite happily) that it's not just her lips that are sexy…
We've had a great relationship, V and I. And the sex has always been mind-blowing and incredible, albeit rather conventional. Conventional, that is, until we took a vacation together, off in the mountains. We'd set off with the idea that we'd get a bit of relaxation, along with some exploring and sightseeing. But in the chilly weather, all our time was spent within the walls of our warm hotel room, and the only sights we took in were of each other's bodies.
Explore I did, however, and it was a whole new aspect of her sexuality that I found. In one of the breaks amidst all that screwing, as way lay together on the bed, I started talking about sexual fantasies. Although we'd talked about fantasies a couple of times before, it had always been brief and never in any great detail. The conversation was initially halting and slow, until we both came to the agreement that a sexual fantasy is not the same thing as a suppressed desire – many women have fantasies about being raped, but that does not mean they secretly want that to happen in real life.
Once that was clear, the discussion suddenly turned much more interesting.
"You know," I told V, "I once had this dream in which you were having sex with some other guy."
She was silent for a second before she spoke.
"Oh… Really?"
"Yes," I said, deliberately not saying more. I wanted to see how curious she was, how interested she'd be, how she'd react to it…
"And?" she asked.
"And what? You had sex. That's all."
"No, I mean, what happened? I mean, where were you, in the dream?"
"Oh. I don't think I was in the dream at all. It just had you and some faceless guy."
"Ok… so what happened?"
"You got fucked," I said.
"Tsk," she said, getting irritated. "I know that."
"Ok, ok," I said, grinning, "I'll tell you. In the dream, you were learning meditation, and how to attain altered states of mind… You know, higher mental planes and suchlike."
"Uh huh," V replied.
"You were learning all this from a teacher, a guru of meditation and things transcendental."
"Ah" she said.
"Well, after much learning, one fine session, your guru tells you that today you'd learn to achieve a new state of mind, one of bliss and near complete-blank-thoughtlessness. And he warns you that when you start meditating, you will get aroused and you might orgasm, so you shouldn't freak out."
"Uh huh…"
"So the both of you start meditating, sitting several meters apart, in the middle of the large room. You're sitting cross-legged on a mat on the floor, eyes closed, and you go through the technique you've been taught, to get completely relaxed. Your limbs, muscles, breathing – everything is relaxed, even your breathing.
And then, your guru starts guiding you along to the new state. He's sitting far away from you, and neither of you is even looking at each other. You've both got your eyes closed. And yet, he manages to establish some sort of connection with your mind, and pulls it along, sort of like a meditation-tow-truck, towards the new state.