We live most of our lives privately under our clothes, except in a case like Vida whose body lived outside of herself like a lost continent, complete with dinosaurs of her own choosing.
‘I’ll turn the lights out,’ she said, sitting next to me on the bed.
I was startled to hear her panic. She seemed almost relaxed a few seconds before. My, how fast she could move the furniture about in her mind. I responded to this by firmly saying, ‘No, please don’t.’ Her eyes stopped moving for a few seconds. They came to a crashing halt like blue aeroplanes.
‘Yes,’ she said. ‘That’s a good idea. It will be very hard, but I have no other choice. I can’t go on like this forever.’
She gestured towards her body as if it were far away in some lonesome valley and she, on top of a mountain, looking down. Tears came suddenly to her eyes. There was now rain on the blue wings of the aeroplanes.
Then she stopped crying without a tear having left her eyes. I looked again and all the tears had vanished. ‘We have to leave the lights on,’ she said. ‘I won’t cry. I promise.’
I reached out and, for the first time in two billion years, I touched her. I touched her hand. My fingers went carefully over her fingers. Her hand was almost cold.
‘You’re cold,’ I said.
‘No,’ she said. ‘It’s only my hand.’
She moved slightly, awkwardly towards me and rested her head on my shoulder. When her head touched me, I could feel my blood leap forward, my nerves and muscles stretch like phantoms towards the future.
My shoulder was drenched in smooth white skin and long bat-flashing hair. I let go of her hand and touched her face. It was tropical.
‘See,’ she said, smiling faintly. ‘It was only my hand.’
It was fantastic trying to work around her body, not wanting to startle her like a deer and have her go running off into the woods.
I poetically shifted my shoulder like the last lines of a Shakespearean sonnet (Love is a babe; then might I not say so, / To give full growth to that which still doth grow.) and at the same time lowered her back on to the bed.
She lay there looking up at me as I crouched forward, descending slowly, and kissed her upon the mouth as gently as I could. I did not want that first kiss to have attached to it the slightest gesture or flower of the meat market.
The Decision
It’s a hard decision whether to start at the top or the bottom of a girl. With Vida I just didn’t know where to begin. It was really a problem.
After she reached up awkwardly and put my face in a small container which was her hands and kissed me quietly again and again, I had to start somewhere.
She stared up at me all the time, her eyes never leaving me as if I were an airfield.
I changed the container and her face became a flower in my hands. I slowly let my hands drift down her face while I kissed her and then further down her neck to her shoulders.
I could see the future being moved in her mind while I arrived at the boundaries of her bosom. Her breasts were so large, so perfectly formed under her sweater that my stomach was standing on a stepladder when I touched them for the first time.
Her eyes never left me and I could see in her eyes the act of my touching her breasts. It was like brief blue lightning.
I was almost hesitant in a librarian sort of way.
‘I promise,’ she said, reaching up and awkwardly pressing my hands harder against her breasts. She of course had no idea what that did to me. The stepladder started swirling.
She kissed me again, but this time with her tongue. Her tongue slid past my tongue like a piece of hot glass.
A Continuing Decision
Well, it had been my decision to start at the top and I was going to have to carry it out and soon we arrived at the time to take off her clothes.
I could tell that she didn’t want to have anything to do with it. She wasn’t going to help. It was all up to me.
Damn it.
It wasn’t exactly what I had planned on doing when I started working at the library. I just wanted to take care of the books because the other librarian couldn’t do it any more. He was afraid of children, but of course it was too late now to think about his fears. I had my own problems.
I had gone further than taking this strange awkward beautiful girl’s book. I was now faced with taking her body which lay before me and had to have its clothes taken off, so we could join our bodies together like a bridge across the abyss.
‘I need your help,’ I said.
She didn’t say anything. She just continued staring at me. That brief blue lightning flashed again in her eyes, but it was relaxed at the edges.
‘What can I do?’ she said.
‘Sit up, please,’ I said.
°All right.’
She sat up awkwardly.
‘Please put your arms up,’ I said.
‘It’s that simple, isn’t it?’ she said.
Whatever was happening I was certainly getting down to it. It would have been much simpler just to have kindly taken her book for the library and sent her on her way but that was history now or like the grammar of a forgotten language.
‘How’s this?’ she said and then smiled. ‘I feel like a San Francisco bank teller.’
‘That’s right,’ I said. ‘Just do what the note says,’ and I started her sweater gently off. It slid up her stomach and went on over her breasts, getting briefly caught on one of them, so I had to reach down and help it over the breast, and then her neck and face disappeared in the sweater and came out again when the sweater went g off her fingers.
It was really fantastic the way she looked. I could have been hung up for a long time there, but I kept moving on, had to. It was my mission in life to take her bra off.
‘I feel like a child,’ she said. She turned sideways from me, so I could get at the brassiere clasp in the back. I fumbled at the clasp for a few moments. I’ve never had much luck with brassieres.
‘Want me to help?’ she said.
‘No, I can get it,’ I said. ‘It may take me a few days but I’ll get it. Don’t dishearten. There… AH!’
That made Vida laugh.
She did not need a bra at all. Her breasts stayed right up there after the bra left them like an extra roof on a house and joined her sweater. It was a difficult pile of clothes. Each garment was won in a strange war.
Her nipples were small and delicately coloured in relationship to the large full expansion of her breasts. Her nipples were very gentle. They were another incongruity fastened like a door to Vida.
Then at the same time we both looked down at her boots, long and black and leather like a cloud of animals gathered about her feet.
‘I’ll take your boots off,’ I said.
I had_ finished with the top of her and now it was time to start on the bottom. There certainly are a lot of parts to girls.
I took off her boots and then I took off her socks. I liked the way my hands ran along her feet like water over a creek. Her toes were the cutest pebbles I have ever seen.
‘Stand up, please,’ I said. We were really moving along now. She got awkwardly to her feet and I unzipped her skirt. I brought it down her hips to the floor and she stepped out of it and I put it on the pile of other battles.
I looked into her face before I took her panties off. Her features were composed and though there still flashed bolts of brief blue lightning in her eyes, her eyes remained gentle at the edges and the edges were growing.
I took her panties off and the deed was done. Vida was without clothes, naked, there.