Doris was weeding the front garden when she first noticed the car. It was an old Chevy (she could read the logo, but didn't know the year) driven by an old man, who just seemed to be cruising. The car was two-toned blue with smallish tailfins, she figured it was from the fifties (looked like a "Leave It to Beaver" vintage). He had gone by twice that first day and she had seen him several more times on subsequent late afternoons as she tended the lawn. It was an interesting car and something unusual in Doris' rather humdrum life. Doris got to the point where she waited for the car and was disappointed when it did not show. One day she even waved; the man waved back, but he kept on going.
Doris was euphemistically "plain", she was 30 and she was unmarried. She had had two boyfriends in her entire life. Herman Hinkle was myopic and very strange. He had seldom looked her in the eyes, much less ever kissed or touched her. He was marginally braver on the phone, hence her series of dates with him; dates which were conversation deficient and extremely dull. But Herman had been the first boy to ask her out and she had been curious and felt an obligation to herself. She decided that probably most other boys had more to offer than Herman. Five years later, Rob Garlow asked her to go bowling.
Rob had kissed her, all right, but he was more interested in gambling and whiskey. Whereas most of the males she observed seemed to drink beer, Rob drank only whiskey. The more whiskey he drank, the more he gambled and the more he gambled the more he lost. She had met him at a party over at Rosie Pyles' house. Doris had stood behind Rob (for no apparent reason) as he played poker, he had won two hands and he declared her a good luck charm and asked her to go bowling. He had bowled well, once again declaring her a good luck charm, and for the next few months she had accompanied him around town as he drank and played cards. He seemed to lose more than he won, but he won enough to want to keep her around. After the game, he'd take her out for a drink , then take her home, kiss her goodnight and leave to sober up for the next day. He lost a big pot one night and decided that Doris' talismanic virtues no longer worked. She had not seen him since.
Doris visibly led a very dull life. She lived with her mother, who was so obnoxious that Doris had taken up gardening just to have an excuse to get out of the house. Doris was a school teacher, second grade, who saw the same kids every day all year and did the same thing year after year, but only for the last nine years she told herself. Every day during the school year was the same and every summer day Doris gardened and took walks and looked at birds and read. Doris' life looked ordinary and dull, but Doris had one outstanding aspect. She was better than anyone in the world at one thing. She never knew it and there were never any contests, but Doris was the best. Doris had the best sexual fantasies in the world.
Doris could undress the father of a seven year old in her mind, see his cock grow to the size she liked (she had seen videos and magazines) and just by rubbing her legs subtly together and imagining the father cumming in her mouth, she could orgasm time after time during open house. She undressed them all, she sucked them all and she had orgasm after orgasm, but the parents just thought she was thinking as Doris closed her eyes occasionally and smiled in a most self-satisfied way. The fantasies were in color, vivid and extremely imaginative. Her favorite types were "on the spot"; a grocery store customer taking her in the dog food aisle (doggie style, of course), having the hair dresser climb between her legs and slowly lick her as she is permed, or the mailman...what a guy he was. She liked having real faces on her fantasies.
At home, Doris had all the toys. Her mother could not climb steps, so Doris lived unbothered on the second floor. Doris ordered mail-order toys. She ordered mail order books and videos to use as resource material, but soon tired of that; her fantasies were better than the books or the videos. So when she was alone, she'd think of the mailman and grab her toys and spend hours making herself orgasm. She never tired and she never rested and she never used a fantasy twice. Doris was the best.
