BJ in the Park

Sexual encounter

Hi, I really like your dress.

Oh yeah. Are you a dress maker? A designer A playboy?  What?

None of the above. I’m just a guy with an eye. 

Aha. I am going to let that one ride.

Thank you for the compliment. Have a nice day.

Wait. I have more. You’re beautiful, I can tell you are quite intelligent. Clearly you dress and I noticed that you are an elegant walker.

And I can leap over tall buildings in a single bounce. God man, are you obtuse or what?

Well, look, it’s not my fault that you are so beautiful. I just appreciate it. You know?

Unfortunately, I do know. I know your type. You are handsome, smooth, tall and dangerous. Just the kind of thing a wise girl stays away from. Nice talking with you.

C'mon. If I scare you I am really sorry. But, I am harmless. Truly. Trust me. Well, maybe not trust me, but at least give me a chance.

Don't trust you? Give you chance? A bit conflicting isn't it. I have some place I want to be.

Really, where?

My god, aren't we brazen.

Not me. How about you, are you brazen? Don't answer that. Look, I would just like to get to know you a little. Let's sit down on that bench over there. Not many people know this, but I am a good guy. Really. I donate money to charities and help little old ladies cross the street. That's important here in San Francisco. We have the highest pedestrian fatality rate in the country. We've been talking for 5 minutes now and we still haven't said anything important. Let's sit down and talk.

OMG, we are going to talk about important things? Like what? The stock market, the results of the election, pedestrian fatalities in San Francisco, or how about the Niners? OK. Look. I'll give you 10 minutes. Don't press for anymore. You say the first important thing?

OK. Great. My birthday is tomorrow.

Gods bods. Is that important? To how many people?

Well, just one really. Nobody else gives a shit. This is the loneliest time in my life. I don't have a job, I don't have a friend, and I am living off of small inheritance from my family who were killed in a car accident last summer---father, mother, 2 sisters. This will be my first birthday without them

Oh no. No.No.No. What's your name? 

Daniel. You?

Teresa. So...Daniel, you've got 7 minutes left to tell me your life's story.

What? Are you serious?

Very. Better get started.

I was born in a little town in Oklahoma named after a local Indian tribe. Safe town as I walked to school every day all through high school. Of course, that was because my father was a drunk, we didn't have any money and most specially did not have a car. It was alright except for in February which is just a bitch on the plains in Oklahoma---freezing, howling winds, freezing nasty ice storms that would cut your face. Fortunately, I had a little brother to share the misery with. But, my father killed him in a fit of anger when I was twelve. I did love my little brother. Dad hid my little brother's body until my mom found him buried on the South 40 and killed my father. Dad was never arrested, but Mom went to prison for life. I ran away before the welfare people could catch me and put me in their 'care.'

I wound up in the Oklahoma University town of Norman living off of the food and even some nice closes I found in trashcans. One day, I met Teresa, cutest little thing you ever saw. I was immediately in love, filled with shame, anxiety and self-hate. For the first time, I considered suicide. We were both 14. Teresa was everything and everything at the junior high school and some how we sat down and talked for two hours. We met to talk every day for the next 6 weeks. Inexplicably to me, she claimed to be in love with me, but she was a good catholic and we couldn't have sex. In fact, she convincde her parents to take me in. That was great except that it meant I had to go back to school. I hadn't been to school in two years, but, it turns out that I am smart. Teresa and I finished 1,2---Teresa was first in our high school. I was a star football player which made me very popular. Everybody knew that Teresa and I would get married.

I had won a full scholarship for football from OU, which was one of the very best football schools in the country. On the first day of summer practice, I came home to a house full of cops and parked cop cars, red lights flashing. I rushed inside to find that my entire family had been murdered and Teresa and her mother brutally raped. I couldn't find enough words in the English language to describe how I felt. Nothing worse since has ever happened to me and the scar in my soul stretches through the length of it. I have never been in love since then in spite of the many lovers I have had. In fact, I simply cannot have sex with a woman more than twice. If I was in love with her, once.

I have come to understand that I am blessed with athleticism, I am particularly handsome, and I am a polymath, or at least very smart. I have good business instincts and have succeeded in the business world. I have occasional thoughts of suicide but don't have the courage to do it. Don't give me a lecture about that.

How did I do time wise?

I don't know. Please forgive my tears. Besides the fact that I could barely listen to your story, my name is Teresa. I can't take this. Please hold me. I know I should be holding you, but...but...

No, don't hold me. You know that this spot in park is quite isolated. I come here a lot to be alone. No one comes here except people having sex. Sit down on the bench over there, I am going to give you a blow job.

Hmm, mmm.  haaa, ooh, hmm. ohhh,---ah, god, oh, oh, aah, Teresa, oh, I'm gonna come, ah, ah, AAAHH!

Well, that was nice. I was glad you had a good climax. So---Daniel, right?

Teresa, we have been married now for forty years and I have not had a single bad day. Our children are grown, happy and successful. It was forty years ago that you gave me that blow job and that started a lifetime of pleasurable sex. How could we have been so lucky?

Daniel, I have something to tell you. I am not a human. I am a fairy who was sent to help you many, many years ago. I have done my job and have to move on---I will be gone in the morning. We had a good life, Daniel, and I expect you to continue looking after our kids and living a good life. We were blessed Daniel. You started out life in a horrible way, but wouldn't you say our lives together were remarkable. Keep all those treasures in your mind. I expect you to be a beacon of hope for all the troubled souls you come across. Never forget that I love you. Let's go to bed.