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Kael's Diary: June, 1989 Part Two
    From: Kael Goodman <[e-mail]>
    Date: 24 Apr 1994 13:39:09 -0400    (24 screens)

Archive-name: kael.6.89-2

<Author's Note: this is one chapter in my on-going sexual self-
examination.  Theoretically each part should stand on its own and
their chronological order is irrelevant.>

Kael's Diary: June, 1989        "One of the Millions" part two

        "Kael?"

        The sun was already blazing through the window, the
temperature already starting to rise, very, very fast.

        "Kael, are you awake."

        My skin was sticky from sleep sweat and the heat coming
More?all
from outside.  I barely opened my eyes, wasn't even close to
surfacing consciousness.  I could just understand it was Vera next
to me, dressed.

        "Kael, I have to go."

        "Whutimizzit?"

        "It's almost nine," she said, "I have a final in three hours I
still need to study for."

        "Okay."  I rolled over.

        "Kael," she said, "would you like to have breakfast?  At that
Mexican place or something?"

        I had already fallen asleep again.

        "Call me when you wake up?"

        "Mm-hm."

        "Kael?"

***

        I was twenty, going on twenty-one.  We were just beginning
to enjoy the effects of having a spineless twerp like Bush in the
White House and the gargantuan and ridiculous pre-promotion for
the first Batman movie had swept the nation.

        I was, at this last week of my junior year only just beginning
to settle into my fresh outlook on life.  The previous fall I suffered a
near nervous breakdown and finally decided suicide wasn't just
an option, but the only sensible option.  My whole life I had
allowed forces beyond my control to steer me into whatever
situation seemed like the one I was supposed to follow.  Having
completely lost my faith in God, my friends, or the government, and
sensing that life on Earth without Kael Goodman would in the long
and the short of it be more or less like life with him, I realized I
needed to start making reasons for myself to keep plodding away
at existence.

        I quit smoking, dropped about twenty-five pounds, grew my
hair VERY long, and started becoming "Kael, the boy every girl
loves", or "the boy who loves every girl", that was more like it.

        One woman I had loved, and then almost punched in the
face at the depth of my fall 1988 doldrums, was Alex.  We had
dated all through sophomore year (I was the first man she had
ever had sex with) but I was far too immature to sustain the
relationship, opting rather to flit about and kiss any girl who said
"yes" if I asked them to.  I'd like to think I broke Alex's heart.

        We didn't talk all winter, and we only just started settling into
what I presumed to be the nature of our relationship for the rest of
eternity, the ex-boyfriend/girlfriend who become just good friends
thing.  That would be okay.  The idea of making enemies with
someone so unconcerned and endearing as Alex would have
definitely said something about me.

***

        I woke up a few hours later.  The temperature inside had
risen to about seventy-five degrees and I felt deathly and gross.
My body was slick with sweat and my hair was pasted onto my
head.

        Summer in Clemson, Ohio.  I would be spending it here
again, working on the summer theater program, listening to De La
Soul's first album, the latest release by XTC ("Oranges and
Lemons") and Peter Gabriel's soundtrack from "The Last
Temptation of Christ" which had just come out.

        I slid out of bed and harrumphed into the shower.  My two
roommates were all through with finals and long gone, thank god,
and so I could traipse around the place more or less at ease.
Mine, all mine, for a few more days.  I had already signed a lease
on a single apartment around to corner, a cramped basement pad,
just perfect for one single guy, and where I planned to spend the
rest of my college education, alone, at peace, and with the
occasional (well, no doubt more than occasional) nocturnal visitor.

        Where to go, what to do?  I had already taken my last final,
closed the last show, the next week was just playtime until the
summer session began.  I stepped out onto High Street, combed
and cleaned, around noon, it was a bright shine, shiny bright day.
Where to go, what to do.

        I walked up the street, saying "hi" to the people I knew, who
were plentiful.  Taking a left up Mentor Street I came to a huge
early-twentieth century house, huge for student-rental shack-type
houses, anyway.  It was two-stories, symmetrical, and even had a
front porch that wrapped around the front and went half the
distance to the rear of the house.  That porch, and the rest of the
building was divided in two, however, and two separate sets of
tenants lived on either side.  I knew all of them.  One side for the
boys, one side for the girls.  All eight of them were theater
students.  Some of them had been dating when the lease was
signed, but now none of them were.  We (the entire rest of the
theater department) has christened it "Theatre Hell" way back in
September.  I wasn't the only one who had had a rough year.

        "Hallo?" I said, calling through the open wooden door.  The
front room of the right half, the girls' half of the building, formerly a
memorial to the likes of James Dean, Jimmy Stewart and Charles
Chaplin, was strewn with boxes and paper and trash.  Two had
already moved out.

        "Just a minute," a voice called from around an odd angled
corner.  A moment later Betts stepped out from the bathroom in a
white, terry-cloth robe and toweling what was now her very, very
short blonde hair.  "Oh, hi Kael."

        "Hey Betts," I said, stepping further into the front room.  "My
god, your hair.  It's gone!"

        "Yeah," she said, wincing a little and pulling down a strand
and having it end before she expected it to.  "It's a new thing."

        "I love it," I said.  "I can't tell you, it just brings out your face."

        "Thanks," she said.  She walked back towards the kitchen.
A swing like my back porch.  "Want some tea?"

        "Hmn?  Oh, love some.  You'll be here all summer?"

        "All summer, I'm moving into Sally's old place."  She
banged about with a kettle in the sink and I heard water running.

        "Hey, that's across the street from my new place."

        "Yeah, I guess we're going to be seeing a lot of each other."

        I paused for what I felt was the proper amount of time to
insinuate something and said, "Yeah."  And with that Alex
bounded down the stairs.

        "I thought that was you, Kael, hi honey."

        She could have knocked me over with a breath.  Her hair,
which had been long and curly even since I met her three years
before, and now it was a short cut reaching just below her chin,
and straight and encircled her round, freckled face like a shocking
red oval picture frame.  She bounced over and gave me a big hug.
I breathed in deeply.  With Alex I could never tell whether I was
going to receive the freshest intake of bathroom oils and powders
or a good whiff of natural body odor, and either one was always a
turn on.  When we parted she leaned in and gave me a little kiss
which lasted just a moment longer than either of us had expected.

        "Uh-huh," she said, her face just inches from mine, her long,
wide nose moving in to touch mine.

        "Your tea's ready," Betts said, walking in from the kitchen.

        "Oh, thanks," I said, disengaging myself from Alex and
receiving the steaming mug Betts was offering me.  I turned back
to face my old girlfriend.  "So what, did you two go out together on
this short hair thing or what?"

        "Oh," she said, grabbing a large handful of her fluorescent
red hair, "no, well, maybe  she inspired me.  Whaddaya think?"

        "It's incredible," I sputtered, "it just takes some getting used
to."

        I put a hand out and ran my fingers through her hair.  Alex's
hair was so red, red, red, red, redder than any redhead I've ever
known, and I've known a lot of redheads.  And thick.  Thick red
hair.  And now short and straight.  Way twenties.

        "Wanna come into my room and watch me pack?" Alex
asked.

        "Yes," I said, "that's what I wanted to do today."

***

        I lay on Alex's bed on my back.  My head was propped
slightly by a pillow.  She crouched next to me, kneeling on the
floor, her prominent chin resting on her folded, freckled forearms.

        "Wanna know a secret?" Alex asked, poking me in the belly
with one free finger.

        "Yes."

        "Betts told me she was looking forward to seeing a lot of you
this summer."

        "What!"  I couldn't believe it.  That was just great!  Now I
knew it was going to be a good summer.  "Oh, you're kidding."

        "It's true."

        "Well, I'm going to have to ask her over for dinner at my new
swinging bachelor's pad."

        "Yeah?"

        "Yes," I said, "in fact, I'll ask her before I leave this building."

        "Yeah," she said, "probably the last time you see in the
inside of Theater Hell."

        "You knew we called it that?"

        "Oh come on, Kael, everybody knew."

        "Hmn."

        "I'll miss it," she said.

        "I'll miss you," I said, taking her hand in mine.  Alex's skin.
Definite, distinctive texture, like soft leather.  It was like that all over
her body.  Rough?  No, soft but very textured.  Soft leather.  And
firm.

        "Aw," she said, smiling brightly.  Big thick eyelashes,
normally sporting mascara, now light orange, almost colorless,
big, thin smile, soft lips.  She loved it when people said stuff like
that.  "Really?"

        "It's been a shitty year, Alex," I said.

        "Huh," she chuffed, "don't I know it."

        "Well,"  I said, "this is nice.  I feel we've overcome some
tremendous obstacle.  And that we're, stronger now, because of it."

        "Hmn."  She peered down along my outstretched body.
"Kael!" she said, looking up at me sharply.  "Do you have an
erection?"

        "Alex, sweetheart, I have had a woodie since late last night
that I have not been able to get rid of."

        "Oh my," she said, rather mock taken aback.

        "Alex."

        "Kael."

        "Are you my friend?"

        "I like to think that I am."

        "Would you do anything for me?"

        She paused.  Rather matter of factly she asked, "Kael, do
you want me to give you a blow job."

        "Alex, I want you to give me THE blow job," I said, "like no
blow job I have ever received."

        "You're serious."

        "Toot me."

        "Well," she said, sitting up on the floor, "you're just going to
have to take your pants off first."

        I undid the drawstring to my shorts, lifted up my hips, and
drew my shorts and underpants right off.  My penis, quite swollen
and stiff wobbled against my belly.

        "Oh, Kael," she said, "that's big."

        "Eh," I said, non-committally.

        Alex crawled up onto the bed, and straddled my legs, facing
me.  With a knowing smile she laid her delicate fingers on my dick,
pointed it up towards her face, and lowered her mouth onto it.  My
entire penis disappeared under her nose.

        "Holy fuck," I gasped, as Alex's tongue hammered against
the spongy underside of my cock.  The muscles in the back of her
mouth and throat clenched against the dome of my dick and
pushed it out and away as her lips closed tightly around  every
slippery inch of my loose penis-flesh.  In and out she took me like
some tasty dicksicle.

        "Wait, wait, wait," I poofed.  She let my spit-soaked penis
relax for a moment.  I took a breath and said, "well, I can see
you've learned a few things in the last year."

        "I had a great teacher," she said, and moved up onto top of
me.

        "Ouch," I said, "you mean I wasn't?"

        "Oh, you taught me the basics."

        "I taught you how to love."

        "Ha!" she said, rolling off and next to me.  "You did not teach
me that."  I scooted onto my side so we faced each other, her back
against the wall next to the bed.  We kissed.  We kissed again.

        "Wanna do it?" I asked.

        "Kael!" she smiled.  "Is that what you came over here for?"

        "That's why I go anywhere."

        "Hmn."

        "You're going today, right?"

        "Tonight."

        "It's been a long year," I said, "for us, I mean.  It might be a
nice way of saying 'see you next fall.'"

        She sat up and moved to get off the bed.  "Wait here," she
said.

        "What?"

        "And take your shirt off."

        Alex walked out of the room.  Hmn.  I took my T-shirt off and
plopped it next to the bed. I rolled onto my back.  Christ, it was so
hot outside, and it was only June.  The window on the far wall was
wide open and a warm breeze blew through the room and over my
naked body.

        One moment, then Alex stepped in, slowly, looking out from
the side of her recently cut hair, peering at me. She smiled with a
little anticipation, my gaze dropping down to her wildly freckled
shoulders, great spots of orange on a light, light pink background.
A dazzling pattern of speckled skin, the orange dots becoming
smaller and smaller, giving way to just that imperceptible shade of
pink as her chest began to swell into those two large breasts, all
pink, no freckles, her shoulders back her breasts stood straight
out, two deep pink nipples hard and excited.  Down, a well-defined
tummy, neither skinny nor chubby, her waist came in and her hips
went out, her belly-button beginning a trail of wispy red hair which
traveled down her belly to a stunning shock of red.  That tuft of red
hair, standing straight up like some fright wig.  I could smell her
from here, no perfume today, moving day, she smelled bad and it
just made me harder.

        She giggled a little, standing there by the doorway.

        "Oh, Alex," I said, "sometimes I forget how beautiful you
are."  Alex smiled broadly and bit her lip.  She strode over and
flopped on top of me.

        "Oof," I said.

        "Oof you," she said, pressing her lips hard against mine,
ramming her tongue innocently between my teeth.  I'll never know
how anyone could innocently ram anything, but she could.  I slid
my hands over her hips, worked one over a thigh, bucked and
rolled swiftly, bringing her up on top of me, both broad, orange
spangled legs straddling mine, her bright red vagina resting just
where my balls become my penis.

        "Whoop!" she said.  It looked really funny, like my dick was
actually hers, only upside down.  "We never did it with me on top."

        "We tried, remember?  You couldn't get the hang of it."

        "I couldn't?"

        "Trust me."

        She slipped her right hand down between her legs, lifted
her hips slightly, and tucked my penis neatly into her.  Her cunt,
warm, wet, smelly as hell, she lowered herself slowly, very, very,
way, fucking slowly onto me.  I let out an equally slow breath.  Alex
fixed me with those huge eyes, those long translucent lashes, and
grinned wickedly.  Her knees, bent under her, each hand placed
firmly on the bed on either side of my head, she rocked her pelvis
up and back, up and back, slowly, red vagina lips, sliding up and
down me, catching at the odd moment, gripping suddenly and
releasing.  The muscles of my back tightened, my feet digging into
the mattress, I lifted my butt, rolling my hips, I couldn't help it, my
penis had never been THIS hard -- I always got a little softer
whenever I went in, my cock got even harder, the feelings
intensified, my penis HURT with sensation, my hands gripped her
hips just below her sloping waist and I began forcing her to pick up
speed, my penis was soaked, thrusting up and in, and out almost
to the point of exiting and then slamming back in, thudding against
the back of her snatch, we were rocking now, oh yeah, and I
couldn't stop if the house caught fire.

        "Oh, Kael," she breathed, "I want you on top."

        "You sure?" I choked.  "This isn't good?"

        "Oh, this is great," she laughed and sobbed.  "But please."
She leaned over and kissed me.  I pulled out, ducked under her as
she rolled onto her back, freckled legs lying wide open, her bright
red vagina, moist and pungent, her own fluids already out and
coating that crimson mound of hair.  I kneeled between her legs
and brought my mouth down over one of her breasts, biting and
sucking while firmly kneading the other.

        "Oh," she sighed, "forget that Kael, just fuck me."

        Whoomp, my cock like some great, comic horn, I slished my
penis in her fragrant gates.  Wham, I began pronging her like I had
never done for anyone ever before.  Anyone.  Ever.  I was truly
astonished at my own dick.  It was stiff and painful and glorious,
and it didn't feel as though I would ever be soft again, or that I
would even come for that matter.  Who cared?  Who'd want this to
end?  I was so in love at that moment.  Propped up over Alex's
beautiful face.  I bent in and awkwardly kissed her, chewed on her
little ears, she panted and gasped as I swung myself into to her,
again, again.

        "Huhnn," I said, "hey, huh, Alex?"

        Her eyes rolled up into her head, her head rolled back into
the pillow.  Her mouth fell open.  "Mmm, yeah, Kael?"

        "I love you, Alex."

        "Mmm, I love you, too, Kael."

        "No," I said, laughing, "you don't get it.  Hm, hmn, hm.  I am
so in love with you right now."

        I lowered my body a bit and grabbed onto her shoulders.  I
kissed her cheek and buried my head in her neck.  Wham, wham,
wham.

        She groaned even louder.  "I know what you mean," she
guffed, "and I mean it, too.  Now shut, huh, up, I'm just about to
come all over you."

        I laughed out loud, leaned back up on my arms and kept
fucking.  I could see every tooth in her mouth, her head was so far
back and her chin almost touched her chest -- and she exploded.
She yelled and shuddered and bucked for a solid minute or more,
and I didn't let up.

        "Stop, stop!"  she yelled.  "You must stop!"

        So I did.  I stopped.  I withdrew.  I lay beside her and kissed
her face and pulled her body to me.

        "Oh my god, Kael, that was wonderful."

        "Yeah," I said, kissing her eyelids.

        "I'm sorry, you didn't get to finish."

        "Funny," I said, "that's okay."

        "Really?"

        "Yeah, I don't need to.  I just wanted to make you happy."

        Wow, but doesn't that sound like bullshit.  But it was true,
and she could tell, and she smiled and rubbed herself against me.

        Odd.  I had spent the last few days hanging out with Vera, a
woman I kind of liked but who wouldn't have sex with me.  I was
dying to spurt into something other than Kleenex, but I just
couldn't.  All I wanted to do was watch Alex go ballistic with
ecstasy, and, of course, to love me.  I think that was it.  I just
needed every god damn woman in the world to fucking adore me
that spring.  And I was well on my way.

        I put on my clothes, and Alex put on hers.  She told me
about the big end-of-the-year party that was going on in the other
side, the "boys" side of the house that night and that I had better
show up.  I promised I would.  Letting myself out I passed Betts in
the front room.

        "Be seeing you," Kael." she said.

        "Yeah, hey Betts," I said, "all summer, right?"

        "Uh-huh," she said, "I'm designing costumes for the show."

        "You said.  I'm designing props,  You wanna get together for
dinner sometime?"

        "Yeah," she said, showing me those huge teeth, "we should
sometime."

        "Monday too soon?"

        "Ha, no, Monday's great."

        "Great," I said.  "See you tonight.  At the party."

        "See ya then," she said.

        And with that I stepped out into the blinding afternoon.  A
party.  Tonight.  And nothing to do until then.  Where to go, what to
do, who to see next?

-- to be continued.

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