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Deep Blue Me Member
since 1999-11-04
Posts 396By a big lake |
I have never been described as classically handsome. When I was in school, though, I must have exuded some kind of attraction "aura" because I was literally never without a girl. Sometimes they even overlapped, and that sort of thing only contributed to an image of me that girls wanted to be near and guys tried to emulate ( I must say however, that I don't know why because it didn't make me happy and I showed it. ) This "aura" followed me to colleges. I say colleges because I lacked the necessary desire to stay in any one of them for the required time to earn a degree. The "aura" remained, though I tried to be anything but attractive. I let my hair grow out to shoulder length and shaved when I felt like it. A tiny dagger dangled from my ear. I did work out a lot, physically, I was at a peak that I'll never see again. Emotionally I was…Let's just say I was bereft of emotion. Like an automaton, I moved from experience to experience. I had had more than an equal share of drinking due to the theater crowd with whom I partied regularly. (I say these things without any sense of self-worth getting in the way, because they are part of how it all happened. And though I am embarrassed by my "image" and very much so, by my behavior in those days, they are both an integral part of the story. ) I had stayed away from drugs, until college. The downfall of so many of us easily grabbed me up when I left home. Nothing too hard, it wasn't like I was shooting horse in some burned out house downtown, mind you, but dime bags of grass were awfully easy to come by on campus, and lucky for us, one of the guys' father owned a liquor store back home. We would blow through so much weed that money became hard to find in my pockets. We'd get all toked and tanked and play hallball, ( foot ball in the hallways of the dorm ) till, in an out of control moment, Kyle went thru the 8th floor window and almost dropped the 100 feet or so to the concrete. If we hadn't all have been there… Well that sobered us up, for about 10 minutes. He needed about 200 stitches, but was laughing all the way to the hospital. After waking up with the stink of grain alcohol the next day, we realized it was only Tuesday. We had started the weekend a little early, but that was how it always was. I stumbled naked down the hall to the shower, still a little stoned, and as I dried off, looked around at the bathroom, slowly realizing that there were no urinals, and fortunately, no girls at the time, either. I exited quickly, just as naked and got dressed in my finest torn flannel and denim. I wandered across campus to my Theater Crafts Lab, and walked into one of the only classes that I attended, ½ an hour late. I sat down on my unfinished "Henry VIII" staircase and she smiled and shook her head at me again. Her name was Renee, and she was a junior in the program. I had found her to be very friendly since the beginning of the semester and we had been assigned to work together on several projects. The stairs were for next spring but at that time we were creating a "stone" walkway for a show that would go up in a couple of weeks. As we carefully completed the work, we found that several hours had passed. Renee stood up and arched her back, displaying a cute little belly button to me. "My back! Ouch!" she said, at me, not to me. I walked over to her then, and mentioned that I gave a great massage. In fact, and this was true, people paid me to give them my rubdowns. It was how I earned the little money I had. She said, "I have another class to go to this afternoon." I said, "That's okay, maybe another time, give me a call," as I handed her my number. She tucked it into her front pocket with a smile, said, "Maybe I will give you a call." She was about medium height, curly dark brown hair, and eyes that were almost golden, and as she walked through the door into the hallway, I realized, I had done it again. The thing I was running from when I came to this school…The wolf was escaping. She did call, later. I was doing laundry in the basement, drinking a Captain Morgan and Coke, mostly Morgan. The note said == Renee == 8:30 PM == Room 1835 in the Tower == Call if it's a problem == . When she didn't leave a number, I didn't have much choice, though I could hear the wolf in the distance. I got myself together, grabbed my "my massage stuff" and headed across campus to the "tower." I had the desk clerk ring up from the lobby, and Renee's roommate answered and told me she would come to get me, Renee was studying. "Whatever," I answered, trying to remain calm. A few minutes later a tall blonde girl ( inches taller than me ) poked her head out of the elevator and said, "You must be Dave. Renee said you would be…late, I guess she was…wrong." Smiling widely she held the door while I sauntered in. She must have noticed me staring, because she laughed and said, "I'm on a volleyball scholarship from Iowa." Man, those corn-fed girls get big. Cute though…The wolf bays…"What's your name, Iowa?" "Leigh, Leigh Ann Mittelbrun." The elevator opened to the 18th floor and Leigh, Leigh Ann Mittelbrun opened the door to their room and ushered me in. "Have a seat, relax, I'll see if Renee is done." She started to leave, then turned back and said, "There's soda in the fridge, if you want. Don't go away, now." She had the longest legs I had ever seen. And in that skirt they seemed to climb to the ceiling…Loping through the forest, even with me, I lock eyes with that wolf…"Where would I go," I say with a look that must have been odd, because she giggled as she shut the door behind her. I reached into my bag and started getting ready to work. I pulled out the candle, or what was left of it and lit it with my ever present Zippo. Checking my choices against the way the room was decorated…there's that wolf, just sitting and staring intently at me…I select some quiet music for relaxation, and put it in the stereo. Throwing the Wham UK tape onto the desktop with a snort, I turn out the lights and begin to get a feel for Renee's background…wolf is howling now…while I begin to meditate to bring the necessary energy to my hands. After about 20 minutes, Renee rushed in, out of breath, and apologized, " I am so sorry! We are doing a project for Sociology and it is not going well." I said, "That's alright. I had a nice visit with your stuffed animals." She laughed and took off her coat. Tossing it on the bed she asked, "Give me a minute to get ready, okay?" I nodded. She grabbed a few things and headed back out the door. I heard some muffled voices in the hall, but couldn't understand the words. I was warm and pulled off my sweatshirt. When she came back all she was wearing was a white towel, and I must have looked shocked. She laughed, "Isn't this what I'm supposed to wear?" "Sure," I say, not so sure myself...I can sense the lupine presence in the room now, "Where do you want me. " I point to the carpeted floor, " The bed is too soft," I say. She smiles at me and lies down where I tell her, opening the towel as she does. "Is the music okay?" I ask. "MmmHmm," she moans as I begin to work her back. My hands move deftly, across, up, down, never once breaking contact. I pull the towel down further and work her lower back. She has some knots that I quickly remove with the skills I have picked up. She props herself up then, and looks over her shoulder at me, the soft roundness of the side of her breast now visible, wisps of her curly hair on her cheek, fallen from where she had it pulled back, and asks, "We never discussed your price. What do you usually get?" "20 bucks an hour," I reply. "No problem, It's worth every penny so far," she sighs. Now I've got the wolf breathing on the back of my neck… I finish her back in about 45 minutes and I figure she's about asleep. But when I stop, she says, "My legs, please." She turns over then and the towel falls away. I try to remain indifferent as I cover her again and reapply the drops of oil to my hands, but I'm shaking in my struggle with the wolf. I begin at her feet. Really nice toes…work her sole carefully applying my knowledge of reflexology to assist in her relaxation…the damn wolf is drooling on my shoulder… I slowly move up her legs. I am screaming inside. She says, "Is everything okay?" I mumble, "Oh yeah," but it's all I can do to continue. I work up past her hips to that belly I saw earlier that day. I try to detach from myself as I reach her chest, and manage to shove back the wolf before he drools on the girl. Amazingly, I had been lost on her for almost an hour and when I open my eyes and pull my hands out from under the towel, I realize that she is staring at me with eyes misting. I lean back for the first time in a couple of hours. She asks if she can bring the money to class tomorrow. I say sure, no problem. The wolf is backing away finally. As I pull on my sweatshirt she remains on the floor watching me. I ask then if I did okay. She doesn't answer but smiles with those spectacular eyes. I pick her up and lay her on the bed, then pack up my stuff. "Can I keep the tape till tomorrow?" "That's fine," I say, "see you in class then." I open the door and with one last look at her soon to be asleep body, I turn to leave. Leigh Ann ducked in behind me with a funny smile and said, "Goodnight." I checked the clock quickly as I rushed through the lobby, 11:35. I breathe deeply outside, thinking about how she looked at me and wondering how much I missed in the unspoken conversation we just had. When I got to class, Renee wasn't there, but the instructor, Matt called me over. "Renee was here earlier, left you this," he held up an envelope. I said thanks and took it. There should have been about $50 in it, but it started with a note: I'm sorry I cried, but I haven't felt that good in a long time. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind picking up your tape tonight. Leigh Ann asked for your services. We have enclosed both charges, plus a tip. I hope it's not a problem. Renee I counted it up and stopped at $250. I sat down heavily, knowing then that the wolf was not going to go away... 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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
WHEW! You started wandering into adult territory, but you kept it clean! Had me worried, (and excited)there for a moment. A marvelous story, and I found myself sympathetic with the wolf. I have been that wolf, and it's not an easy "habit" to break. Well done, kept me from start to finish! |
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Deep Blue Me Member
since 1999-11-04
Posts 396By a big lake |
It was difficult to keep it clean with the subject matter. If there is enough interest, I may post more of this in Erotic. I know it was dancing the line, sorry. But I don't think I could even keep up in Erotic so I don't know. LOL No pun intended there. Thanks for reading! DB |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
I too feel sorry for the wolf. Well done David  ------------------ The more you praise and celebrate your life, the more there IS to celebrate. ~Isis~ (Daughter of Mystery) |
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PhaerieChild Senior Member
since 1999-08-30
Posts 1787Aloha, Oregon |
This was very sensuous and it did border on the Adult side of things but it was done tastefully and I too felt sorry for the wolf. ------------------ If you love me like music, I'll be your song. ~Heart~ Dreamboat Annie Shawna R. Holder Boise, Idaho |
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Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap |
Wondeful writing here -- it was just risque' enough to keep things interesting. Looking forward to more ... --Kess You cannot choose the way of your death, but the path you choose will determine its own end. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Very well done...enjoyable and interesting. I'm surprised you didn't title it Wolf University. James |
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JennyLee Senior Member
since 1999-09-01
Posts 1461Northwestern, NJ. |
You kept me involved from beginning to end. You tread the line of being risque... Between... Blatent and sensual... As Always, I was engrossed  Me Love is an attempt at penetrating another being,But it can only succeed if the surrender is mutual. |
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