The Red Dog, Peter Robinson College, Quaker Oats…my knowledge of Peterborough was somewhat limited, having spent a few days with my friend Larry while he was at Trent. Now I'm better acquainted with the local highlights and I have to say they're amazing.
It began with an Excite ad. The link said "Relationships," and since mine needed help, I clicked through. I ended up in the personals section, asking me to select what I wanted in Central Ontario. What the hell. I entered all the stuff required and off I went. Julie in Peterborough posted her photo with an invitation to meet in person. She was amazing. Blond, thin, amazing breasts, what else can I say. I emailed and we agreed to meet.
Finding the street was my first challenge. Overcoming my nervousness was the next. I climbed the stairs (doubled back to grab the candle and the wine I bought as a gift), climbed the stairs again and found the door. I knocked. Her smile was disarming. She wore a black cotton sweater and black jeans. "I'm Jacob – and you're Julie…" was my pathetic beginning. I extended my hand (shaking hands seemed silly, but it's a programmed response). She took my hand and gave it a little squeeze. Another smile. She invited my to sit and remarked on my wine. "Are you going to open that?" she asked. Two glasses, candle lit, and we were on the couch.
An hour of conversation passed quickly. School, work, play…we talked at length. Slowly, ever slowly she sank further into the couch. Legs apart, head resting lightly on the arm, she was very relaxed. As we spoke her foot moved lightly across my leg…a gentle brush, a light kick, and finally it rested on my thigh. Her sweater was riding up now, and her belly button was staring at me. I reached over to touch it. She did a slight recoil (too quick?) and settled back in. "Do you like it?" she purred.
"It's nice…ever want to pierce it?"
"Ouch. Are you kidding? And ruin a perfectly formed belly button?"
"Good point…and you're right…it is perfect."
With this she undid the button of her pants and unzipped her jeans. No underwear. Beat red, I must have looked the perfect idiot. "It lives here, with my not-so-perfect tummy." She rubbed herself.
"I'm gonna have to disagree. You have a great tummy." And it was.
"See anything else you like? Want to make a list?"
"Okay, I'll get paper…" I started to get up. Swiftly she put her hand on my inner thigh to stop me. She stopped me.
