Locomotive to the Past by George Schultz (iphone ebook reader .TXT) 📕

Conceiving them—in the absolute nude! Mostly, those “esoteric” fantasies had shown themselves—on the too-few occasions, when he’d been permitted, to “look up her dress”!

Sometimes—all-too-infrequent happenings, regret-

tably,—when he could actually get a rather-lengthy view, of the woman’s “always-interesting” underpants!

On those limited occasions, though, he would—immediately—shake his head! Vigorously! Surely, his pure-as-driven-snow “aunt” would never engage, in any such “cheap” exercise! As in ever! She would never do that! Still, he could never hold down the flagrantly-obscene hope that—on one of those “accidentally immoral” occasions, his “virtuous” aunt would’ve “forgotten” to have worn panties, at all!

These had always been—without exception—highly-troubling, extremely-disturbing, thoughts and emotions, for him to have dealt with! And he’d always believed—again, without exception—that he had never been able, to actually cope with them! Certainly, not satisfactorily! This never-failing, mental, anguish had never failed—to leave the shaken young man, as anything but an emotional wreck!

And now? And now—here he was! Trying—desperately—to handle a situation, in which he’d never envisioned himself! There had never been an instant—when he’d pictured himself as even “coming close”, to what was seeming to take place, on Ohio Street!

And the quandary was becoming even more complex! Valerie was—emphatically—pressing her lower body, up against his own! And he was experiencing the natural “reaction”! The reaction, which—he’d always been certain—would fail him! Potency could never be expected—should the totally “impossible” situation (such as the one, which was—for real—taking place, at that very moment) ever arise!

An esoteric adventure—like this unimaginable drama—never would, of course, take place! Ever! But, now it is! It—really and truly—is! The whole episode was overwhelming! Almost impossible—with which to deal! (Almost?)

“I love you, Jason!” Her voice was so husky! So very husky! Something he’d thought her incapable of. “I’ve told you… a number of times… that I was not inviting you to my bed!,” she’d rasped. Her lips were mere inches from his left ear! “Well, now,” she continued, “I’m inviting you… to your bed!”

A half-hour later, the young couple had lain—in Jason’s “barely double” bed! Both of them, on their backs! Both—still unclothed! The only sound in the room—in the whole wide world, seemingly—was the loud ticking, of his bedeviling Big Ben alarm clock! (A “gift”—from Eric!)

The scene was completely unlike any image, that would’ve been wide-spread, in those days. In the early-forties (as had been the case, throughout the thirties) there had, continually, been numerous depictions—of the “freshly-deflowered” young woman! In just about any/every level of literature. Even in some of the more daring movies. They’d all been pretty much the same. Inevitably, the young lady—would be seen, as lying there! She’d be, without fail, “sobbing quietly.” Or maybe it was “quietly sobbing”.

Valerie was not showing any evidence—of being distraught! On the other hand, she was not being devoured—by any sort of wide-spread grin. Her “look”—was that, of pure, utter, contentment!

More importantly—to her way of thinking—her partner was (also) not lying there—“quietly sobbing”. His image of “contentment” might not have been quite as evident, as was hers! But—definitely—it was there! Simply running more deeply! Relieving Valerie, of a goodly amount of concern! She seemed to be able to sense—to have full knowledge of—the depth, of contentment, that her lover was silently experiencing!

“What’re you thinking?” she asked, after ten or twelve minutes of continued, contented, silence.

“After that?” he’d murmured. “After that . . . who can think?”

“Are you all right?”

“Yes! Certainly! Of course!”

She was detecting—in his semi-whispered voice—a dimension that she’d never heard before! She couldn’t identify it! Not for sure! But, it increased—measurably—the remarkable “peacefulness”, that appeared to simply permeate the smallish room. Every inch of it!

“You… you’re not sorry?” she pressed.

“Of course not! I have just made love to… to the most-beautiful woman, in the world! In the entire universe! To the most remarkable . . . the most wonderful . . . woman, that I’ve ever met! That I’ve ever had the privilege . . . the extreme good fortune . . . to have ever met! If lying here, with you, is not paradise… then, I don’t know what is! Lying here, with you, is so special! And… what makes it the ultimate . . . is because we’re both naked! That’s an important… a vital . . . ingredient!”

“I agree!” She propped her head up—resting it on a, bent-at-the-elbow, arm. “You… you don’t feel as though I just seduced you?”

“No! Not a chance! This is something… something, that I’d never allowed myself, to even think about! Mainly because I never thought it would happen! Something that I’ve always thought… never could happen!”

“Well, for me, it’s the first time… that it ever has happened! I’m assuming that it’s the same for you!” She hastened to add: “Whether or not it has happened with you… it’s grossly none of my business! I don’t mean to pry! Don’t want to pry! You can…”

“You’re not prying! No… it’s never happened to me! Ever! At any time! Nothing even close! Nothing!”

“And you don’t think I seduced you? Lured you to bed… to try and get you to marry me? You know what they say: ‘If a girl is dangerously close to eighteen… and not married… she’s either a homosexual, or hopelessly ugly.’ And I’ve done passed that milestone… age-wise, anyway… three years ago! So…”

“No! At this moment, there’s nothing I want more! More than to be your husband! But, I felt that way two hours ago! Two weeks ago! Two months ago! Hell… I think, probably, all my life! All my entire life! Forever!”

“Your life? Forever? Wait a minute! I’ve only known you… for a couple, or three, months!”

“My life didn’t begin! Not till I met you! Really!”

“Oh? I really expect that it must’ve begun… when you met Susie. And Eric.”

“Well… yeah. I guess it kinda, sorta, did! Maybe this is the glorious ‘afterlife’ . . . that preachers talk about, all the time! Just lying here… with you… is pure heaven! Lying here… naked . . . with you!”

“Lying here… with me… is pure heaven? Even though we are naked?”

“Probably, especially because we’re naked! You are beautiful, y’know! So very, very beautiful!”

“Roll over on your side,” she said. “Toward me!”

Once he’d gotten, onto his left