WHAT DO YOU KNOW FOR SURE (PART 3)
Ever so slowly I began moving my foot up his leg and found a massive lump. I began carefully massaging it with my big toe while watching the expression on his face as he did mine. That alone could have made me cum.
By the look on his face, I expected him to lose it
any moment. I watched his eyes and moved my leg accordingly.
We composed ourselves as we saw the waiter approaching to pour more wine. He sensed something was up, but didn't what to say. Finally he diplomatically let us know,
"If you need anything else just move the wine bucket to one side. I will take it as a sign for me to return."
Assuring him I would be fine, Jason told the waiter he'd like to take care of the check. He signed it and provided his room number, telling the waiter to add 25% for himself.
I went back to my sexy foot work until finally he asked,
"I have a feeling you are still wet down there. Do you think we should try and get you dried off ? Or do you want to wait until I can't get up from this chair without you finding me a newspaper to cover myself."
I wanted to fuck him on the spot, right there in the booth. His words had me that hot and ready.
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Instead we said goodbye in the hotel lobby and exchanged business cards. I tried not to look downward at the brief case he held in front of himself
(My foot out of his crotch helped me to resume my business like demeanor.)
The drinks were beginning to wear off and that helped too in regaining my composure. I told him to come to my company someday and I would make sure he got the V.I.P. tour.
Jason laughed and said,
"I was hoping you'd give it to me tonight."
I told him that would have been nice, but not possible
on such short notice, and to be sure and call next time
he was in town.
The following week I was back in Boston. I had always considered it my true home and as the Amtrak pulled into South Station I heard myself heave a sigh of relief.
I could get a "clit hard on" just thinking about that town and recalling the crowd's reaction the year before as I read my awkward little poem on Cantab's Open Mic Stage.
It was one of those adventurous but painfully lonely times in my life. Even though I had all the usual friends at my feet - fellow poets I could have started something with and had a good shot - there was no one in sight that I felt motivated to lead on a sexual chase. -
(This sounds awful I know, but sexual appetite is quite often unpredictable.)
I could still recall me on that crummy basement stage scared shitless reading my stupid overworked poem, hoping none of my professors walked through the door or saw me upstairs through the gaudy neon lit windows. Or even worse, hear my voice being broadcast outdoors to the line forming across the street salivating for their cheap draft beer and dependable taco salads at Cafe Ole Grande's.
When I began to read "I've Been To Boston". The crowd was quiet; perhaps because they never knew what I would be coming up with next, for that matter neither did I, I just wanted it over with, to be able to scratch
it off my list of immediate goals.
I plunged ahead figuring that was all okay, but stalled on my way up the stage to try and keep them guessing until I figured out where I would stand and if my poem
was ready to be released to public scrutiny.
My voice shook when I grabbed the mic, and tongue in cheek said:
"Hi Everybody, Well here I am again. Sorry if you're
disappointed. Some nights you disappoint me also,
so let's call it even! When I came to this over ripe "bean town" I wrote this ditty one night across the street after a few beers and enduring your previous total rejection. Maybe someone here tonight recalls this poem. It's called: "I've Been To Boston".
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I put myself in another space and time where I was no
longer afraid and began to read with courage and strength in my voice:
I'VE BEEN TO BOSTON
I've been to Boston
By God,
And I'll never be,
The exact same me,
As what you used
To see.
When I first arrived,
I sought a second degree,
A hard won prize,
For a life set free,
My clutch compromised,
With butt in high gear,
Questions came in pain
Like, "What the hell's
For me to gain?"
But with all that said,
Poke me with a pin,
Should I ever begin,
To dwell where music,
Does not fill the street,
And diverse people,
Congregate to meet,
Reading "Spare Change"
To instruct and derange.
Oh let me suck
Upon its wit,
Take a fuck
Devour it,
Bit by bit,
Cup by cup,
I long to sip,
Quite happily from,
It's historic lips,
Oh may
Heaven be so sweet,
As Boston's narrow
Old hallowed brick streets.
Yes, I've been to Boston
By God,
I've been to Boston,
And I never want
To appear or be,
The exact same me,
As what you used
To see.
How I love it all,
People dressed in black,
Jazz singers that scat,
Consciousness guru's,
So politically correct,
Trying to enlighten
The new "what the hecks"
Those that don't frighten,
And shuffle card decks,
Only to hit and brighten.
By just being here,
I'm slowly losing
So much of my old fear,
Then too,
I find I pray much more!
For me, and the gifted you,
And those on the streets,
The mad colorful
Troubadours I meet.
For people in stores,
From far away lands,
Not heard of before,
For safety in subways,
And trains not to crash,
For rent I can pay,
And poison free stew,
To feed the people,
Who can't figure out,
Quite yet what to do.
Yeah, I've been to Boston,
By God,
I've been to Boston,
And by God
I'm coming back,
For maybe its not,
Very hard to see,
It's right here with you,
I long to be.
I've been to Boston
By God,
I''ve been to Boston,
And I'll never be,
The exact same me,
Yes, I've been to Boston,
By God,
I've been to Boston,
And you'll always see,
The exact same me,
As what I used to be.
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Coming down off the stage I almost fell when I saw Jason reaching his hand out to help me down the rickety stage steps. He said,
"Madison, I liked your poem but I will like it better if you will leave here in the morning with me on the express train to New York City. I have a room reserved for us at the Waldorf Astoria on the 15th floor. Tell me you will come with me, I need you so badly."
I responded with tears in my eyes and joy in my heart from seeing him saying,
"Oh Jason, tell me WHAT DO YOU KNOW FOR SURE?"
With no hesitation he said,
"That I want to fuck you tomorrow night on the
15th. floor of the Waldorf Astoria in New York City."
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(To be continued as Part 4.)
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