Jonathan helped me pack up my equipment and insisted on carrying it. The musicians watched what was going on and gave me that, "I hope you know this guy...," kind of look. I went up to the front counter and talked to Rusty:
"In case anyone here is worried about me, the man I am leaving with is Dr. Jonathan Harvard. His name and photo was all over the Crimson last Friday. If I disappear tell the cops, but it is not too likely."
Rusty grinned and said:
"Lucky Bastard! How come you never let me carry your
Stuff?"
I laugh and ask him if he has ever heard the old expression about "crapping in your own nest". He looks at me real serious like and replies:
"Hey Babe, your 'school nest' is bigger than the nest here at Passim. Nothing to lose here!"
I let him know that he has it backwards."
"Rusty, Passim means more to me than Harvard. Here is where I would rather be. School is where you go when there is nothing else happening in your life that you'd rather do...."
With that Rusty gives me a big hug and tells me to have a real good time.
Jonathan holds the door for me and we walk from 47 Palmer over to Mass Avenue, down past the Harvard Coop and into the beautiful Charles Hotel Courtyard.
On the first floor we stop to take a look at Noir's - a bar of renown and of a certain reputation - one of the more hip bars in Cambridge.
"Well Babe, what do you think? Do you want to stop here first? We can always hit the top floor later to see Boston lit up at night and then have another drink at the Regattabar."
I have always loved the warm sophistication of Noirs.
It reminds me of Jonathan and I tell him so:
"This place reminds me of you, warm, sophisticated, and slightly decadent. I find it reminiscent of the early Jazz era of the 30's and 40's."
He smiles and says:
"Slightly decadent? Hey, come on Babe! Btw, are you into Jazz History? We offer that at Harvard you know."
Surprised he had not looked at my transcript I reply:
"Oh yes! I've been through two Jazz History Courses.
One in my home town and one here. Love the subject! In my first paper I submitted a recording of me singing examples of songs from each Jazz Era. I think this endeared me to the professor. Or at least so I thought at the time. I got an A plus on it anyway."
"Oh Babe. Makes me think I should have gone into teaching rather than administration... . Let's find a seat."
It seems good to relax in a comfortable cozy booth after the hard wooden chairs at Passim's. It is late and I am ready to relax with a glass of wine. (1)
I feel comfortable with him until he slides across the leather seat to sit more closely to me.
Stopping my chatter in mid-sentence he takes hold of my face with both hands and lightly kisses me.
He stops as quickly as he began. I self-consciously move back a bit and he talks on about god only knows what.
I had Pinot Noir, he was drinking a fine tequila, "Cuevo Centenario". Coming out of my daze I ask him about his drink. He sighs and says:
"Smooth Babe - smooth. Goes down nice. Just like you."
I feel a tingling sensation between my legs and think to myself, what does he mean? My sixth sense tells me that he is coming on to me. I find I like it very much and have no intention of stopping him.
With no warning, a man in uniform takes command of center stage.
Grabbing the microphone away from the singer he announces:
"I am Harvard Square's Special Agent John Z. Zeany.
Do as I say and take cover UNDER your table immediately."
Jonathan grabs me and pulls me below the table.
In an urgent panic stricken tone he says:
"Babe, I know Zeany, he is not making this up!"
Suddenly all the lights went out and we are in total darkness. My heart is beating fast and I begin to
hyperventilate. Desperately I whisper to Jonathan:
"I need to breathe into a paper bag - I am hyperventilating - I could die."
He says in a hushed tone:
"No bags here Babe -breathe into my mouth with short rapid breaths - just like you would into a bag - I am here for you - you will be okay."
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My mouth finds his and I blow into it over and over again. I can think of nothing else but the sensation of my lips blowing through his.
My heart begins to calm down and I become oblivious to what is beyond our hide away. We are in our own world released from a prison of fear. We travel eons in minutes to another dimension where only the "NOW MOMENT" has any meaning.
Jonathan whispers in my ear:
"Stay right where you are."
Reaching his hand up to the top of the table he carefully brings down our wine along with a loaf of bread.
Tearing a piece off the loaf of bread and taking a swig from the bottle of wine I kiss Jonathan's neck and murmur in his ear:
"This gives new meaning to the old saying "A loaf of bread, a bottle of wine and thee..."
Jonathan smiles and says:
"Yes, and so does this...."
Running his fingers through my long hair he gently places my head on his lap where I can feel the
throbbing of his manhood.
Jonathan places my hand on his growing package and instructs me on what to do next:
"I want to feel your mouth around that so bad.
Take it out Babe. Please take it out."
I unbutton his fly and let loose his magnificent rock hard cock.
I place my mouth around his thickness and blow -
over and over again until he leans down and whispers:
"That was very good. Now do this for me. Suck, blow, suck - it's called a "Blow Job" Babe.
I blow and suck repeatedly enjoying the taste and rhythm exponentially. I think he does too as he moans with each of my "blows and sucks" until he lifts my
head.
I ask him if anything is wrong and he tells me:
"Babe, I am feeing l like I too, might hyperventilate. Keep your mouth on my cock and continue to do what you are doing but turn around and push your sweet pussy against my mouth. Imagine you see a 6 and a 9 meshing together. Do this for me and I promise I will drop between your thighs and stay there for as long as it takes to get you straight to heaven."
Wanting to help and eager to explore, I place myself so we are a perfect 6 and 9 coming together on opposite ends.
I continue to blow and suck on Jonathan as he buries his head into my throbbing womanhood.
Instinctively I grab his hair as he eagerly plunges his long thick tongue into my open wet pussy; I wrap my legs around his neck for leverage as he continues to grind in to me; my body quivers non-stop as we continue to feed each other until I feel his cum exploding in my mouth as my womanhood spasmodically contracts around his tongue.
We both slip over the edge into ecstatic oblivion and grow silent and limp.
We peacefully rest in each others arms.
Jonathan is the first to speak:
"Oh Babe. Oh my sweet precious Babe. How do I intertwine elegant, sexy, erotic, beautiful, and sensuous, around the visions of you and me here?
Guns all around us, beneath this table we hide our bodies in all consuming lust. Could it ever be better THAN NOW in this unforgettable moment in time? This is as good as it gets Babe! Never forget it. Cherish it and me always."
Tears running down my cheeks I hold Jonathan's warm sweet body close to mine and murmur:
"I will darling. I will. We will always have
"The Charles" and our time under the table."
The words had no sooner been spoken than the
lights came back on and Special Agent Zany
With a relieved smile on his face confesses:
"Sorry Folks. False alarm. Go back to whatever you were doing and have a good time here at
"The Charles" in Cambridge, Massachusetts.
Jonathan flashes me a smile and says:
"Yes, sounds like a good idea but next time we need to get a room!"
The walk to my place was romantic and tender.
Under the soft lights in the brick courtyard we
Sealed our plans for Spring Break with a kiss.
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Footnotes
(1) Passim's serves food, but not alcohol.
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