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Excellent stuff. Do you have anything else by Lowry?”
    “No, that's the only print I have.”
    “Shame. I think Lowry was misunderstood. He ...”
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    “All artists seem to be misunderstood,” I broke in. “Misunderstanding seems to be a trait among artists.”
    “Now, Jimi Hendrix ...”
    “Where do you live?” I asked as he studied the painting.
    “With my parents at the moment. I can't afford a flat. It's OK living at home, but ...”
     
    Managing to stagger across the room and flop onto the sofa as he rambled on about the trials and tribulations of living with his parents, I tried to focus on the mantlepiece clock as the room span round. Finally joining me on the sofa, he talked about his music and how he hoped I'd enjoy the band on Saturday. I tried to make some sort of coherent conversation but the alcohol wouldn't allow my thoughts to turn into speech.
     
    I don't know what possessed me to place my hand on his thigh as he moved a little closer. The alcohol, the dirty book, talking to Jackie about sex, masturbating ...
    I'd not seen a man's penis for over a year, let alone clutched one in my hand. Were they all the same? I wondered in my alcoholic haze. I knew that they varied in size and began to wonder how big the musician's was. Fighting my uncharacteristic desires as I slid my hand further up his inner thigh, I wished I'd not invited him round and gone straight to bed. It was as if I had no control over my actions as I slid his zip down. What he was thinking, I didn't want to know. I didn't know what I was thinking as I thrust my hand into the opening of his jeans and groped for his penis. He probably thought me pissed, which I was - and an easy lay. Lay? Whatever happened, he wasn't going to lay me. What a terrible expression.
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    Watching my hand as if it was disembodied, I hauled his erect penis out. What the hell was I doing? I wondered, kneading the warm shaft of his huge organ. He said nothing as I gazed at his fleshy rod as if I'd never seen one before. Pulling his foreskin back and exposing the silky globe of his purple knob, my vaginal muscles tightening, I knew that I'd crossed the threshold. There was no turning back now.
     
    Focusing on the small slit in his glans, my head spinning, I wondered what his knob tasted like. This would be a first, I ruminated. A battle raging in my mind, I was torn. I knew that I shouldn't have pulled his penis out and yet couldn't help myself.
    Why was I so indecisive? I wondered, kneading the hardness of his warm shaft. The girl in the book had been mouth-fucked, I reflected, my vaginal juices flooding my panties. Did I want to be mouth-fucked? Did I want my mouth spermed? Why couldn't I make a decision? Who was whispering in my head, telling me right from wrong? My mother?
     
    Remaining silent as I toyed with the loose flesh of his foreskin, Alan closed his eyes. I felt that, if I didn't grab the chance while I could, I'd regret it later. I either sucked a man's knob now, or forever lived without the experience. Many times in the past I'd decided against doing this or that when I'd had the opportunity. I'd usually wished that I'd gone ahead when it was too late, when the chance had sailed by like a passing ship. Was Alan a passing ship? Take what you can when you can , Jackie had always said. Did that include sucking the ballooning knob of a virtual stranger's penis?
     
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    Moving closer to his erect organ, I studied the veined shaft, the shape of the rim running around the base of his bulbous knob. I'd never examined a penis before.
    With Alan the ex, I'd only guided him into my pussy, never really seeing his cock.
    How many vaginas had this penis fucked? I found myself wondering as I gazed at the small bridge of skin running from the back of his knob to his foreskin. How many girls had taken his purple globe into their mouths and sucked out his sperm? Take what you can when you can.
     
    Leaning over, my open mouth only inches from his beautiful