Being Yoko

After Thirty five years I can new tell my story

It all came about during John Lennon's Lost weekend of eighteen months in Los Angeles. I was in small cafe in Manhattan eating my lunch on afternoon.

I saw this small Asian woman across the room. She was sitting there sipping from a small tea cup. I noticed that she was drawing something. Her scraggly black hair was pulled back in a rough pony tail. I thought it was Yoko One but I respected her privacy, so I went back to reading the latest edition of the New York Daily news.

"Excuse me sir!" A soft voice said.

I looked up at the woman who had been sitting across from me.

"May I have your permission to display my drawing of you in an art studio?" She asked.

She placed the sketch on my table and saw that it was quite good. I noticed her signature on the bottom right hand corner. I looked up and sure enough I knew that what I had thought before.

"This is Nice Mrs.Lennon." I smiled as it.

"Please call me Yoko, and your name is? " She said and smiled back,

Michael." I croaked.

"Well Michael, I knew I had to draw you when I saw those blue eyes and the firm jaw. "

I was getting a bit flustered and my young cock was getting semi hard. All this attention from a famous woman was a bit much for a young boy barely out of puberty.

"Young, Dumb and full of cum!" As my black friends always told me,

"I would like to draw you a little bit more if you wouldn't mind?" Yoko asked. "I'll gladly pay you for your time."

I nodded as taken aback by her openness to me.

She wrote her number down on her sketch pad, ripped off the page and handed it to me. I managed to thank her.

"Well I hope to hear from you soon Michael" She took my hand in hers and held on to it tight.

Her hand was soft and smooth. She smiled that earthy smile and then walked out of the cafe.

I held onto the paper for quite awhile and started at her number. It was simple "Mrs. L and the number. I paid my check and left for home. I had to rub one out as soon as possible.

"Oh Yoko!" I moaned as I jacked off thinking of her.

Once I got myself cleaned up, I picked up the phone and nervously dialed the number. My fingers slipping and dialing the wrong numbers. I finally got it right after three tries.

"Hello?" Yoko's voice sounded the same on the phone as in the cafe.

"Um hello Yoko, it is, is Michael from the cafe." I stumbled as I said it.

"Hello Michael very pleasant to hear from you so soon." She said.

"I am taking you up on your offer to sit for you that is if you have some free time." I rambled on

Oh not tonight dear, but I am free tomorrow afternoon around one, does this work for you?"

"Oh yes most certainly!" I said trying to hide my glee.

"Good then see you then" She said and then gave me the address but swore me to secrecy

I was ecstatic, I wanted to call my friends but I couldn't. Not even when we met for a couple of beers after our college classes.

When I got home that night I beat off again over my impending meeting with Yoko.

I skipped my classes that day, I was just too excited. I shit, shaved and showered. I put on the best jeans I had and a dress shirt, I caught the bus and headed to Yoko's studio.

I pressed the button on the intercom l next to the metal door of the old warehouse.

"You are right on time Michael, come on up to the second floor" Yoko said.

I heard the metal strike release and I pushed the door open. I walked up the stairs; she was standing at the top of the landing in a red silk robe. She stuck out her hand and I took it. She led me over to her work area.

There were paint cans and canvases all over the studio. Some of the art I just didn't get.

"Would you like a cup of tea before we start?" She asked.

I was polite and accepted her offer. She put the tea kettle on the stove and got a couple of coffee mugs down from the kitchenette cabinet.

The red silk robe was short and it moved up as she stretched to reach the mugs. I couldn't help but notice that she was not wearing any panties. Her ass was on the heavy side but very tight.

She turned around and caught me staring at it.

She smiled her coy little smile. I felt the heat rushing into my face.

Yoko just went along putting the tea in the tea pot and when the kettle started to whistle, she poured in the hot water. She let it steep for a minute or two and then poured it into the mugs.

"Milk and sugar?" She asked.

"Just plain Yoko!" I stammered.

She handed me the mug and she came from behind the counter. She took my hand and led me over to a black leather couch near the window.

The light from outside shown through the window. She sat down and patted the couch next to her. I sat down at the other end of the couch.

I sipped at the tea and asked me questions about college and girlfriends.

I told her I was studying marketing at NYU and at the moment had no girlfriend

"Why no girlfriend, you are a very handsome young man. " She moved closer and ran her hands through my hair.

"Very thick brown hair and beautiful blue eyes. " She said. "Young girls are so foolish."

I wanted to move away but my body would not respond. I looked at the mug and then looked up at her.

"Oh don't worry Michael; it's a mild sedative to relax you. She said

She stood up and extended her hand to me. "Come with me, it is time for me to draw you."

I took her hand and we moved over to the opposite corner. I sat down on the stool as she walked over to her easel. She picked up a paint brush and palette and started to paint.

She painted for a bit and then set down the brush and palette down. She scowled a little.

"Something is not right." She said.

"Yoko" I asked.

She was deep in thought and didn't hear me. She walked around me and looked me up and down.

"Strip!" she said.

"Huh?" I looked at her, shocked at what she said.

"Take your clothes off Michael! " She said.

I hesitated as I had never been naked in front of a woman in my twenty years.

She reached to unbutton my shirt. I moved back a little and almost ell from the stool.

She grabbed by the front of my shirt and pulled me forward.

"I told you to take off your clothes, so do it NOW!" Her voice getting louder as she spoke.

But Yoko I have never been naked in front of a woman before!"

"So Michael you are telling me, you are a virgin?" She asked.

"Um yes." I stammered.

She smiled and said "I'll tell you what, I will get naked for you and then you will get naked for me. Is that fair?"

I nodded and she untied the sash from her red silk robe. She shook it off her shoulders and there she was. Her 34C breasts hanging down. the brown nipples full and erect . She had quite a patch of pubic hair between her legs.

"Now you!" She said.

I stood up and unbuttoned my shirt and removed it, letting it fall to the floor; then I unbuckled my pants and let them fall to the floor as well. I removed my shorts I slipped off my sneakers and socks.

She smiled "Much better don't you think?"

I nodded but felt my penis stirring as I stared at her breasts.

"I see that you like my breasts?

"Yes they are nice. "

"You may feel them if you like?"

She grabbed my left hand and put it on her right breast; I felt the heat of her skin and the softness of it as well.

She took control of the situation and took my virginity. The first few times I came way to quickly. She taught me how to control this.

Over the next few months she taught me so much about making love to a woman and overcoming my shyness.

As for her painting, she never did finish it. She said her project was getting me a girlfriend. But until I did I was at her back and call.

I was a willing servant to her, as her wit and charm were intoxicating.

She ended it rather abruptly as the Lost weekend was coming to a close. She swore me to secrecy for at least till the start of the 21st century.

Now as we into the second decade I no longer can hold back, it is time.

Double Fantasy has a special meaning to me.