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Lorelei part 6
Of course, Kieran didn't quite describe it in such
detail that night, but he didn't leave much out either.
He spoke frankly, unafraid of offending maidenly
sensitivities - I wasn't sweet or innocent for all my
virginity. I liked that. He was treating me as an adult,
a woman of the world even, rather than a child.
"And that was that," he said, gazing into memory. As he
had told his tale we had moved with the sketches to his
computer, and there he had brought up images from
another electronic library, again of his Lorelei. "She
ruined me for other women. I never saw her again. Went
back to the Point not to jerk off, but to wait for her,
took her offerings, all sort of weird shit. She never
returned." He looked down and gave a laugh, shook his
head. "When Sean got older I sent him out there, as bait
I suppose - never told him about her, least, not at
first, although he couldn't not notice these drawings I
was doing. I just told him I saw her out at sea, not
what she did to me."
"Did you ever have, er, human girlfriends?" I asked
carefully, still sure he'd dreamed her up in some drug-
stupor.
"Two," he grunted. "Old history now. Denise wanted to
see the world, she didn't want to be stuck here in a
backwater like Seaford, so she took off. Nellie didn't
like me going down on her, which was a shame, everything
else was okay. Muff diving's my thing, you could say,"
he mused. "I know people are squeamish about it, it's a
matter of personal taste, no pun intended; Sean doesn't
much like the idea, for instance, I doubt he'd ever
growl Cathy out."
"I'm not too sure about it myself," I said, curling my
nose. "I don't think I'd want to, like, it's kind of
smelly down there and stuff."
He grinned, attention returning to the present. "I'm not
talking about snorting around in day-old cheesey
knickers here! Under the right conditions it's really
nice; although again, it's my thing, so I'm biased. As
for her..." He nodded at the screen. "At least I've got
the memories, plain as day."
"Could I have a picture of her?" I asked sincerely.
"Lorelei Point's always going to be special to me, too."
"You'd like her?" He seemed a bit taken aback, but shook
himself out of it. "Sure, it'd be a pleasure, no
problem. Why her, though?"
Maybe I'd blundered into something too personal of his.
I'd asked for a piece of a deeply cherished personal
memory. But I stuck to my guns. "Because she's
everything I wish I could be," I said, picking up one of
his sketches of her poised, arrogant and commanding on a
pedestal of basalt. "She's in command of her life, she's
mature, she's very sexy and not ashamed of it. She's
everything I'm not, everything I'd like to be."
"Really?" he said pensively, eyes keen upon me. "I'd
never thought of her like that before, never seen her
through the eyes of anyone else. Yes...All right, I'll
see what I can do. But..." He hesitated, rubbing his
stubble with a scowl. "I've never quite gotten her
right, you know, perfect, exact, least not to my
satisfaction. I don't want to offer you second-rate
goods. What if I throw open all the files you've seen
here tonight, and you take away an existing picture as
well as a keepsake? I'll still paint you the Lorelei,
but grab yourself another Kieran original as a bonus.
Pick one, and you can go home, I won't bore you
anymore."
"Hey," I smiled, "it's been anything but boring."
"Yeah, well, don't go telling the whole town I'm a nut-
case," he replied with a rueful grin. I shook my head.
"No, I wouldn't." Whether he'd imagined it or not, it
made a great story. I wouldn't part with a word of it
beyond my closest associates, Lyn, Cathy and Renton.
"Well?" he asked, indicating his files. I tried to
recall which picture had impressed me the most from
earlier in the evening. Although I tried to think of
others, only one image kept coming back to me.
"Um, well, there was one...in the Anatomy folder." I was
blushing already, my face burning. He just looked at me
expectantly.
"It's yours, I don't need any of those sketches
anymore." He got up and went to the file, thumbing
through breasts, buttocks, ears, fingers. I knew which
one I wanted, filed under Genitalia, Male.
"Um, there. That one," I said in a small voice,
expecting to be teased or called rude. Kieran smiled,
with understanding rather than scorn or disapproval. In
his presence, it was all right to look. All my life, I
had been bombarded with messages that sex was something
rude, naughty and dirty. And forbidden.
I held the picture up at arms' length. This was a
beautifully-detailed sketch of an erect penis, an image
I had wondered about for a long time and only recently
glimpsed. With this picture I could gaze upon the wonder
at leisure and see that hidden thing in all its glory.
It rose up from a dense bush of neatly-penned curls,
softly rounded pouch beneath.
"Why does it have a reputation for being ugly and
vulgar?" I wondered, "when it has such beauty?"
"We males could ask the same thing about the female
anatomy," he said. "Guess it's not about what it is, but
how it's used. Or misused. Here." He took the sheet from
me and went to his drafting table, scrawling his
signature in pen at the lower corner before rolling it
smartly and slipping it into a cardboard tube. "Yours,
with the Lorelei to follow. Only don't let your mother
see it, or I'll be the worst in the world for supplying
porn to vulnerable kiddies and it'll be back to the
great Year Ten Art Scandal all over again." We both
laughed, and he shook his head. "They've only just
stopped sending hate mail, I'd hate to see it flare up
all over again."
"Hate mail? Who? The principal?"
"Naah. Some of the more fanatical church folk hereabouts
got wind of it, and yeah, they take exception to some of
my car murals too, which are really, really tame. Real
poison pen stuff. It's all in the skull and crossbones
file, and I set the catskull up to stand guard over that
stuff, a pox on the flamin' lot of them! So much for
love thy neighbour."
We talked for a while about the ridiculousness of the
moral extremists, and I wondered at how that faction
mimicked my own inner conditioning about the wrongness
of being curious about sex. "I agree," said Kieran
eventually, "there's truly horrendous sexual stuff out
there which should be suppressed; but that shouldn't
mean suppressing the whole thing. What is needed is
information, facts, learning, not denial that sex is a
healthy part of human nature."
"It's good just being able to talk about it openly," I
said. I'd worked out the facts of life from conjecture
and a booklet my mother handed me when I'd first hit
puberty. My parents would have to be the least sexual
creatures I could think of, second only to my
grandparents...no, in fact, that idea was gross, and I
just didn't want to venture there! "It's all in the
presentation though, whether it's beauty or smut. Like
Mitch flopping his dong out at me. That wasn't
attractive, it was yuck."
Kieran laughed and shook his head. "Well, maybe someday
he'll meet the right girl for him, because she'll be
impressed when he does that. Horses for courses. The
direct approach has its uses, but most women prefer a
bit more subtlety than that. Actually..." He glanced at
his computer. "You like looking at naked men, what red-
blooded girl doesn't? You can get them online,
although..." He stroked his chin thoughtfully. "The best
male nudes are found with gay stuff; unfortunately you
have to wade through pictures of blokes shagging other
blokes. Some people might find that romantic, but as a
straight guy I'm biased to the Eww Yuck side of things."
He made a face.
"You said you let Renton surf on your machine."
"Him, Sean of course, and Cathy has a look too. Only at
certain times, when I don't need the machine for work-
related purposes. Renton's probably the best-educated
virgin around when it comes to sex matters, now that
Sean's lost it. He'll do some lucky girl proud."
"A protegee of yours?" I smiled, but not without
rancour. Yes, Renton was a decent guy. But somehow, even
with sex education, he wasn't quite sexy enough for me,
or so I told myself - not that it mattered, for his eyes
were upon Lyn. Damn.
Kieran just chuckled, then gave me a hooded, teasing
glance. "My turn to be Eden's snake. Tell Cathy I've
cleared you to go smut-surfing, if you want to join the
fun."
"Um, okay, I'll think about it. Thanks."
He just smiled knowingly. "Don't pretend you're not
interested. Thursday night is Ladies' Night. Just bring
your own munchies is all the payment I ask, unless you
start making really big downloads."
***
The weirdest day of my life ended a little later, for it
was close to midnight by then for a start. Kieran
offered me a lift home on his bike. Sean and Cathy were
watching some late movie on TV and having a laugh,
sitting cuddled together on the lounge. I doubted that
was all they'd been doing. It does bust up friendships
somewhat, when someone gets deeply involved in a
relationship. We'd patched things up, but Cathy's
interest and energy went to Sean these days, and I
missed her company.
Strangely, though, I had enjoyed my evening with Kieran.
He had gone from one-dimensional tit-painter and scary
weird-kid to intriguing, talented and complex. Dinner
had been better than the day, and the ambiguity that had
intruded on my friendship with Renton.
Lyn, too, had a great evening. I wasn't sure I wanted to
hear too much about it, and did not breathe a word of my
outing with Renton barring that the fishing was good.
She had been feeling low when he called her up, and they
went to a riverside reserve to grill fish, then went to
the town beach and watched the lights come up across
Bagin Bay. She admitted she had talked about Russ, and
he had listened patiently so she talked more, eventually
sharing the details of her woeful sexual experience.
"If that's what sex is about, then what's the point of
ever getting involved with anyone?" she sighed. "I'm
glad I didn't wait until my wedding night to find out.
How many innocent brides found themselves trapped? Brr,"
she shivered. "Not me! But what's the point?"
"Hey, it can't be that bad, or the human race would
never multiply," Renton reasoned gently. "It was your
first time, neither of you had any experience, he would
have been nervous. Maybe you should have both just, I
dunno, taken your time."
"He said we needed more practice," she said coldly, "and
he kept on about it, but he made out it was my problem,
he thought it was great and it was me that had the
problem if I wasn't satisfied. We tried again, but it
wasn't any better, it was a great big nothing." Then she
turned to him with a sad little smile. "I'm sorry, I
didn't mean to snap. It's just not fair, that's all.
Cathy doesn't seem to have any complaints. Maybe there
is something wrong with me."
"Lyn, there is absolutely nothing the matter with you,"
he stated firmly. "You're pretty, funny and kind, and
you wouldn't hurt anyone. A bit absent-minded, sometimes
stubborn...ouch, I'm just giving a balanced analysis
here!" She giggled, the twilight hiding a pinking of her
cheeks as she prodded his ribs.
"Still..." She sobered quickly. "I mean, like, there's
so much I don't know about...it...like, how big's it
supposed to be? Everybody talks about the mythical eight
inches, yeah? I mean, how big's a dong supposed to be?
He didn't seem to be, well, he sure wasn't eight
inches."
"Eight inches is a myth," Renton muttered, chucking a
stone at the rising tide. "I think the average guy's
supposed to be about five, which is what in metric,
thirteen centimetres or so?"
Lyn raised her hand, trying to space her fingers
accurately to Russ's measure. "What's that?" Renton
asked with a laugh, peering through the darkness. "Ten?
Fifteen? No?"
"Ohh, I can't remember really, I can't get this right,"
she giggled.
"All the guys I know seem pretty normal. I think Mitch's
a bit longer, but it's not much of a difference. Not
like I carry a tape measure on me."
"We all know Mitch's a bigger dick than most," Lyn
laughed.
"Yeah, well, don't forget size doesn't matter. The
experts say it's what you do with what you have." They
sat in companionable quiet for a while, just listening
to the whisper of the surf.
"That's better, too," he said after a while. "Hearing
you giggle again. The way you've been lately, I've been
worried, you know."
"I'm okay now. We've broken up and the pressure's off,
and that much is a relief. Thank you for caring," she
smiled, and he nodded, looking out to sea. "Still," she
wondered, "I'd like to know why it all went wrong."
A scholarly frown creased his brow. "Well, it sounds
like it was all pretty tense, worrying about being
caught or interrupted and stuff. Did you both set the
scene?"
"Candlelight, wine, soft music," she shrugged.
"But were you thinking sexy thoughts? Or worrying too
much about Gran coming home...ohh man, nix to Grandma's!
You should have been thinking naughty things way before
you actually went there, and it should have been as much
his responsibility as yours to set the scene properly."
"Well I was excited, yes, thrilled..."
"But sexy, really sexy?" Renton insisted, beginning to
sound a bit stilted himself. "So sexy that er, hrmm,
your ah knickers were, um, wet?"
"Um...a bit, I suppose...that's a kind of personal
question."
"A bit? Either you were wet and ready, or dry and not.
If there's no lubrication happening sex is going to
hurt, even a virgin sexologist like me can tell you
that, it stands to reason," he blustered. "You wondered
why, so I had to ask a personal question!"
"I'm sorry," she said in a small voice. "I just didn't
expect you to say something like that. But you're right,
of course."
"You have to get in the mood, and the soft lights sweet
music crap isn't necessarily going to be enough," Renton
said more calmly. "Were you imagining soft, gentle
kisses on your throat? Anticipating slowly revealing
your, er, breasts?"
She shook her head. "No, it wasn't like that, we
just...I was scared."
"You got to get in the mood. Some people need erotica,
like, to watch a sexy French movie or something to set
the mood. You should have been imagining how great he'd
look out of his clothes."
She made an ambivalent noise. "If not him then," Renton
continued, "how about your favourite movie star? Sounds
like you just laid back and thought of England. But
that's not your fault."
"I did try," she insisted stubbornly, although she
nodded agreement. "I mean, like...last night, when Jo
and I were, you remember?"
"Oh I remember," he said a little hoarsely. "There was
nothing wrong with your technique, and please feel free
to ravish me again any time you like! But seriously,
Lyn, there's one other thing you might want to consider.
With Russ...you really have to want somebody. Maybe you
only thought you loved him. I'm sorry to put it so
bluntly, but, you see?"
"That's why I broke up with him," she said softly. "It's
for the best, that's what I tell myself."
He put his arms around her and hugged her in his
brotherly way, and it felt so good she snuggled against
him, tiny Lyn and long tall Renton. He felt nice, and
smelled nice, and had a reassuring sensibility about him
that made her feel secure. She liked the sound of his
voice, and his height made him physically impressive.
She liked the way he spoke and looked at her. And, truth
be told, tongueing his nipple last night had made her
wetter than being with Russ ever had.
"How do you know so much, anyway? Have you ever done
it?" she asked.
He shrugged, his body moving alongside hers, and she was
conscious of how one of her breasts pressed against his
ribcage. "No. But I read. I like to know as much as I
can about something before I try it for the first time."
"You mean there's an instruction manual for It?" she
giggled.
"Well, there's sources of information, it's like
anything, you read widely and take in info from a
variety of sources."
"If you're reading about it, you're not doing it."
"Which is why I read so much," he declared drolly, and
she squeezed him affectionately.
"I'm not much of a reader," she murmured. "Guess I'll
have to learn by doing."
"Then you better start by finding yourself an older,
experienced man, someone sophisticated and over-twenty,
preferably a bachelor or divorced. Married men are bad
karma."
Somehow, now that she was close by his chest again, all
she could think of was the taste of his skin, and the
firm resistance of his nipple to the stroking of her
tongue. Russ had been too ticklish to allow her the
pleasure. With casual lightness, she ran a hand across
his chest, and was delighted to feel a hard point
beneath his thin cotton shirt. One of her fingers
snagged in the fold between two buttons, fingertip
reaching warm skin.
"Hey," he said softly, as she slipped several fingers
through the hole and made little circles on his chest.
One of his hands came up to lightly cover hers. "What
are you doing?"
"You said feel free, so I'm molesting you again, it was
fun the first time." And she giggled. He didn't pull her
hand away. "Let me know if you ever want to try the
practical uses of what you read, yeah?" She brought her
parted, tingling lips over where she had felt that
nipple, finding its point beneath the fabric, and with
great gentleness pinched it between her teeth.
"Ohh, man, Lyn!" he groaned. "I'm warning you, if you go
attacking my nipples again, I-I'll demand the right of
reply! Fair's fair!"
She lifted her head, searching for his buttons. Still he
made no move to fend her off. "I'm not attacking, I'm
playing," she insisted. "Russ never let me play with
his. I want to!" His shirt started coming open.
"Hey! If I made a grab for your nipples you'd be
screaming!" This made little impression on Lyn as she
pushed the cloth aside and found what she wanted, a
darker disc on skin pale by moonlight. They were just
one of a few couples dotted along the waterside making
out, anonymous and veiled by darkness. Her questing
tongue found the nubbin she sought, and Renton made one
last feeble protest. "I-I'll give you precisely five
years to stop that! Right of reply, orright?"
Her only answer was to take his hands and push them
firmly to her breasts.
"Oh, god, Lyn!" For a moment he cupped them gently in
his big hands, moving them ever so slightly. She slipped
her arms around his warm body under his shirt, kissing
across his chest from one nipple to the other. He rocked
slowly back to the sand under her onslaught, sliding one
hand around to her shoulders and back, and the other
down to the flare of her hip to feel, then squeeze her
rump. He lowered his face to her wispy blonde hair,
tenderly kissing her temple, and the top of her ear.
With his gentle kisses, she paused, looking up at him.
"You...know what you said about...getting in the mood?"
she whispered. "I think I'm getting in the mood now."
He brought a hand up to her cheek, caressing her face,
his own expression troubled. "We should stop this."
She pouted, doe-eyed. "Don't you want me?"
"I've never wanted anything so much in my life! But it
wouldn't be right for you just now. You're rebounding,
Lyn, you know? I don't want you to do anything you might
regret, and I don't want to wreck our friendship. You
mean too much to me. Maybe...tomorrow...in the light of
day..."
"I'm sorry," she whispered, pulling his shirt back into
place across his chest. "I'm acting like a slut."
"Maybe if you still feel the same way about me tomorrow,
maybe that would mean we could go ahead, if that was
what you wanted. Or if...you're no slut, Lyn! I want you
too. I just don't want to hurt you, okay?"
She nodded, drawing a deep, shuddering breath. "Yeah, of
course. You always make sense, Renton, even when things
get out of hand."
"Look, if you still want...weekend after next, I've got
the house to myself, Mum and Dad are out." He was an
only child. "That's all the arrangement we'll make,
that's all I'll say. I'll be house-sitting, you can drop
by if you want. Know what I'm saying?"
Biting her lip, she nodded. He got to his feet,
buttoning his shirt, then offered her a hand up. "Come
on, I'll walk you home."
She felt too abashed to say much. But they held hands
all the way to her block, where he bent and kissed her
lips soft and lingering, but not demanding. She accepted
his kiss numbly, feeling as confused that night as I had
been that morning. But for entirely different reasons.
***
He greeted us at school with a cool casualness, and
didn't hang around, keeping a careful distance.
I really didn't need to know what was going on. An ugly
little goblin was turning my stomach, an imp an
unpleasant shade of bilious jealousy-green. I really
needed to hang out with Cathy and Sean more than Lyn.
But she needed to bend someone's ear about it.
"It's terrible," she moaned midweek. "It's not going
away! He's playing it cool and suddenly I can't get him
out of my head! I just have to think of him and I feel
turned-on."
"He's right though, you're on the rebound," Cathy
cautioned. I'd heard more than enough.
"Oh for God's sake go and shag him, then! Get over it!"
And I huffed off, fed up, and hating myself for feeling
jealous. I passed Sean in the common-room entry as I
stormed off.
"Hey, Jo, wait up." I spun about wearing a yeah-what
look. "Did Cathy mention the painting Kieran's doing for
you? It's starting to come together, and it looks
fantastic!"
"You mean the Lorelei? Oh, good, great - I could use
some good news just now."
Sean gave a crooked grin, lowering his voice. "So he
told you about the Lorelei, eh? What do you think?"
I shook my head. "I don't believe it, but I'd never
betray his trust, it seems like he believes it happened,
whether it really did or not."
"Yeah, I found it pretty hard to believe too," he
agreed, "until he showed me the shirt she ripped. He's
still got it. And I remember that fish he brought home
that day, we never had a catch like that before or
since."
"What?" I stared at Sean, disbelief renewed. "Oh, come
on Sean, who's to say...he could have slashed his shirt
with a stanley knife, and got the fish from the
markets!"
Sean shrugged. "He's my brother, and I believe him. He's
not as cracked as people make out, or he pretends to be.
You gonna come over Thursday?"
"Um, I'm not sure yet. Cathy told me if I do to bring
along chocolate or alcohol to make an offering to the
Monster, as she calls him."
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