One True Thing About Sex

[Gita]

Reynardo in a form-fitting, yellow-toned shirt, in a rattan lawn chair on a summer evening, a couple of tiki torches flickering, dispenses advice to neighborhood teenagers.  He is a little older, has tawnier skin, has lived in two countries – Venezuela and America – whereas they have never traveled beyond suburbia.

Reynardo, the patio guru, opens a pack of king-size Viceroys and shakes it in offering --  along with a Zippo that clinks decisively when it shuts -- without a break in conversation.

Hey, never trust a priest with facial hair; hey, never trust a priest, period;  only drive cars built between 1957 and ’64; girls with heavy eyebrows or downy sideburns are the hottest because they are more like men and have the male sex drive."

He speaks with such assurance that they never doubt him, and late at night when the crowd has drifted home, there is always one girl who feels the magnet's pull, sneaks back to find his screen door open, to find the sheet pulled back in welcome.

The sweet-sour smell of him, the darkness, the soft guitar concerto on the radio all wrap her in desire, and she receives his-hand-his-mouth-his-cock greedily but also shyly, alas not knowing that sex will never be as good as this again, not exactly.

[Stephen Torelli]

Whoa! Steamy.

[Jamie Hogan]

All of a sudden I am absolutely smitten with the way you are finishing stories. First you have people digging holes "prayerfully," and now you hit me with "not exactly." That is so perfect it almost hurts. It's not something you should try to describe, because it's not something anyone can describe, but everyone knows and nods their head. Why won't it ever be that good again? I don't really know, but it just won't. "Not exactly" captures it with perfection.

[Teresa]

I never snuck out.  Is that weird?  And as far as someone being particularly memorable, sexually speaking, I've been pretty lucky.  I think I can smell that kind of talent, or something like that.  He-he.

[Gita]

I think it is true that we can imprint on somebody at some point in our lives..

[Angela]

You conjure a great character, my friend.  Although I go for nerdy guys, I might have gone home to critique my facial hair in the mirror and wonder.

Good good.

[Toby Tucker Hecht]

I have wasted my life!!

[Paul de Denus]

I've never come across this guy but I'm sure he's out there- I can see the cigarette smoke swirling around him- nice write

[Mike Handley]

Excellent. My faves are the lines about the Zippo and sweet-sour smell.

[Sandra Davies]

And for every one that does sneak back there are half a dozen bitterly regretting that they didn't ...

'the surprise of it'   Yes.

[Joey Delgado]

Great story, steamy! Lucky girl to have such a memorable, satisfying first time. But any man in a form-fitting shirt that smokes Viceroys lit by flicking a Zippo is sure to be a good lay. Well done, Gita.