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"Oh, yes, I was practically fucking Gene Kelly right on the dance floor."
"And the red dress and shoes in The Band Wagon, with those black gloves."
It was fortunate that I remembered these old films because Charlotte was inspired to move more vigorously on me now. I wasn't too surprised that under her reserved exterior I had found a desire for some star power. As I looked at her glossy dark hair and felt her long legs gripping me, her movie goddess fantasy indeed seemed very plausible.
"I can get those black gloves for you next time, darling. Would you like that?"
"I would really appreciate that, Miss Charisse."
"Call me Cyd, I think we're special friends now."
When she came she trust her breasts into my face and she held her head back. I didn't catch what she said because I was coming too.
Soon we were lounging on the couch, holding each other.
She said, "So you forgive me for being such a bitch?"
"I never used that word."
"No, but I am."
"Of course I forgive you, it was just a game." And yet I remembered the sting of what she had said to me, even if she had been acting. It would probably take a couple of days to truly get over that.
I asked her, "So how did my pickup lines go? Do you think they'd really have worked?"
She smiled and shook her head slightly, "I don't know, I'm not that experienced with receiving those things. You probably did okay for your first try at it; you really did seem sincere at least."
"But I would need more experience with it obviously."
"If you could stand it; I can't imagine you being that comfortable with it."
I remembered that it was Charlotte who had introduced herself to me in a class the previous November; I hadn't said anything to her all semester.
I said, "Hey, isn't Charisse in her early fifties I think? Maybe she'd be interested in a young guy like me."
We both knew I wasn't gigolo material, but she didn't hurt my feelings by mentioning that directly. She did say, "Yeah, like Norma Desmond and Joe Gillis. You'd wind up dead in her swimming pool."
"So, what's for dinner?"
"Probably canned soup with oyster crackers." I laughed but I couldn't cook much either.
She said, "You're staying the whole night, right? I mean, I want you to."
I considered the half-done term paper I had due the day after tomorrow. But I usually finished them in a frenzy of all-night typing. I could leave tomorrow morning and have more than enough time to complete it.
"Of course, I'll stay tonight."
*****
[A poetry quotation to test some HTML coding.]
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized on a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question . . .
Oh, do not ask "What is it?"
Let us go and make our visit.
The yellow fog that rubs its back on the window-panesThe yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
- COMMENTS
gunhilltrainover 5 years agoAuthorRole playing is an interesting thing to write about although I've never done one in real life.
Several of my stories are about these games if you like to read about that theme. One of them has the same characters as this one.
Anonymousover 5 years agoits different than i thought it would be but different isnt a bad thing i love to read so i enjoyed the story more than i expected to
gunhilltrainalmost 6 years agoAuthorSome further thoughts: at least I didn't go full Updike with this story. If I had, I would have described the interior of the bar, what the bartender looked like and what he said, etc. Of course JU is, or rather was, worthy of literary respect, but he did write sentences like, "The guest bedroom is entered off the living room to the right, and has its own bathroom that backs up to the kitchen plumbing." That is in the middle of a multi-page description of Harry Angstrom's apartment (Rabbit at Rest). Even I want to quote George Carlin, "Let's get to the fucking already."
What strikes me is that you have not just commented on the stories, but you are making inferences about me, such as about my experiences on dates or how I feel about writing about sex. To partially quote Ice-T, "You don't know me."
Of course I don't know you either. Since I can't see anything you may have written, how about you tell me some stories on the site that are you're favorites? I'd like to read them.
gunhilltrainalmost 6 years agoAuthor1. I like role play stories because people will reveal sides of themselves that they wouldn't on regular dates. In this case Charlotte - she admits this - enjoys the power she has in teasing and then rejecting this guy even if he's her real-life boyfriend. (I've never had first-hand experience with roles myself.)
Maybe my story Springtime at the Paradise is closer to your tastes.
2. Have you tried writing some stories? You seem to have a clear idea of what you'd like to do (unless perhaps you already have some under your user name.) For example, write about a picnic date. (I have an idea for my own picnic story; it's not a role-play.) Send me a PM and I promise I will read what you wrote.
Anonymousalmost 6 years agoBecause you are very literate and write so well with very few errors, I keep hoping your stories might improve but they don't. Still stullifyingly boring - both conversations and narrative with too much unnecessary stuff slowing things down. Just one example: "She said, "Oh, I forgot to turn on the air-conditioner." It was indeed uncomfortably warm in the apartment. She turned on the window unit, which was to my left, and hit the high button. Her apartment was in the back and her windows faced an interior courtyard."
Pointless. More words aren't always better when they do nothing for the story.
Again, the sex is skimmed over. These are two young people turning themselves on playing games (and I have to wonder: Did you never just take a girl out, go to a movie, a picnic or a restaurant and have a normal date without all this role-play thing with explicit instructions listed?) there is no excitement, no heat, no details, no involving any of the senses.
I know you don't get that and I'm wasting my time trying to be constructive, but if you are uncomfortable writing sex, you'd be better off leaving it out. Boring sex is not better than NO sex.
