I took her in my arms, never letting on what I was doing and laid her down in the middle of the bed, I positioned myself between her legs. As soon as ... had her in place I stopped kissing her and made my way down to her downy-covered pussy. My fingers touched the place no man had ever touched before and she let out a small squeal. “Abhi, what are you…” She had started to ask. “Sweetheart let me pleasure you. I need to taste you.” I told her as I licked the entire length of her wet slit. Making. I said I’d wait for her and walk her home. I felt red-faced and uncomfortable, but she made it easy for me. Her grin was a welcome and a promise. On the way to her place, a tiny studio apartment as it turned out, I took her hand, pulled her close and said, ‘I’ll take you just the way you are.’ We kissed a bit. She pushed up close to feel how big my hard-on was. At her door she was overcome with reluctance. I said before you decide let me touch you. Then I’ll tell you how I feel. As I smoothed. ?The hygienist is almost done with her,? the receptionistinforms me. ?Thank you.? I read the name on the file ?Stephanie.? This woman hasperfect teeth and is very beautiful. I poke my head into hygienist room. ?Are you done withStephanie? I am ready for her.? ?Yes. We?re done,? the hygienist says. Stephanie gets out of the chair and walks pass me. Oh great,she is wearing a tank top and a summer skirt. Someday, I am going to lose mylicense. ?Hi? as she brushes passes me. As we pass the. ’ ‘Imaginary worlds?’ She said it like a question, but not to me – herself perhaps. ‘Aren’t they like stories?’ I smiled. ‘In a way they’re stories, but more real in an imaginary sort of way.’ She laughed this time, like a crystal chime tinkling. Then I joined her with my own chuckle. ‘Real in an imaginary way?’ she repeated. ‘How do you do that?’ ‘Use your imagination.’ She laughed again. ‘I’ve got it. You work in an insane asylum.’ ‘Oh no. I’m not like them. The insane have almost all been.