Theophane's Thighs
My friend Leoni had to be the luckiest man in the world. He wasn't the smartest, he wasn't the handsomest, he wasn't charming, and he wasn't rich. About the only positive attribute he had going for him was that he pursued whatever he wanted fearlessly.
Despite his lack of greatness, he had the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen or probably will ever see. In fact, whenever I was around Theophane I felt bad because I couldn't help but compare my wife to her unfavorably.
Even nature bowed in awe. She was a wonder, so how could anyone not compare her to nature's greatest treasures or the world's sweetest foods?
I wasn't the only one to notice her irresistible nature. Wherever they went you could see the men's eyes fixed on her with unflinching boldness.
Some even made passes at her while Leoni was right there. Of course, he stood up to them. I've seen him defend her honor and win against bigger men than him. Yes, he was a brute of a man but he won more because he fought like a Honey Badger than due to his size.
He once told me that they moved to America from some tiny Greek island because his lovely girl was constantly beleaguered by suitors.
Her most striking feature was her snow white hair which must have been even more startling in the Mediterranean area from which they emigrated.
Her eyes were as dark as the midnight sky and they reflected the light like diamonds. Her skin was as smooth as fine lanolin-caressed Corinthian leather
Her features were comely as a flower and her nature as gentle as a lamb's.
One day relaxing on his veranda I finally asked Leoni, "How is it that a man like you can get a girl like Phane? (That's what he called her, it sounds like Fonni.) I mean, she's an absolute goddess."
I was thinking, that in contrast to her he was about as normal as it gets. Even his career was boring. He ran a service that kept track of people with restraining orders on them, and made a daily report to those with the injunction. He barely made enough to afford their modest home.
At my mention of that last word 'goddess' he shot me an accusatory look, like I'd stumbled onto something. Then in a rare moment of confession he leaned close and whispered, "I stole her."
I must've looked shocked because he felt the need to explain, "I was once among those hordes of men who pursued her across seas. We sailed to Crumissa and faced great hardships to win her.
When most of my comrades had died, attacked by wolves, I crept outside her window and convinced her that she would be happier with me than with her husband."
"And just how did you convince a young beauty to leave her husband?"
His face shone pridefully, "Her husband was arrogant and rich and powerful and he viewed her as property, but what she wanted was to be worshiped."
I half understood. Though this didn't explain what was special about Leoni. "Wouldn't just about any man worship her?"
He was silent for a while. Drinking more ouzo and sinking further into his drunken willingness to share. "You're right that she's like a goddess. She thinks of herself like that too, and for all her perfection she demands adulation. In reality she's an idol - capturing men's hearts and steering them astray. I was different because I was relentlessly willing to give it all up for her even after the infatuation wore off."
"Sounds like a dream." I replied, "You make it seem like it's a burden." I couldn't fathom the infatuation ever dissipating.
Out of the blue he began reciting a poem:
"Love's nectar is sweeter than the first light's dew.
Her empyrean hair is whiter than snow.
My love is a tender ewe.
The sands of time fall slow.
To bed the woman all men want to screw,
Is to see your life's work ebb and flow."
I didn't know how to react to or even interpret his poem. What I did know is that if I could find a woman half as enticing I would leave my bride for one night's pleasure.
I didn't expound on my unspoken thoughts but said, "I know it's wrong. To throw away all my love, for something so fleeting. But that's the grip that has me." He nodded with the knowing insight of a friend who'd seen me struggle whenever she was near.
He sighed, "But that's how idols work." He let that hang in the air for a while then added, "If you're serious, stay for a bit longer. She'll be home in a couple hours."
I reclined in his chair lost in reverie and said nothing for what was easily five minutes. I envisioned various sensual exchanges between the lovely Theophane and myself.
In my mind's eye I looked up at her majestic hanging orbs. I stroked her flawless legs from ankles to thighs. Oh, her thighs!
I wrapped my arms around her hourglass waist. I leaned my head against her pillowy stomach. And finally I pressed my lips to her flawless skin.
Suddenly his words sank in. I sat up alert and excited at the prospect of actually kissing her skin. "You're saying it, aren't you? What I'm thinking?"
"I won't be doing you any favors. You have to be willing to pay the price? Trading your integrity for hours. You know what she wants."
I thought about it. The prospect of reveling in her body for one night seemed delicious. I desired nothing more than to forget my wife and worship the voluptuous creature that was Theophane.
When she came home she drifted through the garden portico like a summer breeze. Her Tiffany wrap flowed around her like the vapors of a flame, then drifted away, discarded.
She exchanged a look with Leoni then strode over to me confidently.
Staring into my soul she inquired in her exotic accent, "Which part of me do you crave most?" Initially I couldn't answer. My thoughts wandered endlessly in her eyes in search of what she wanted me to say. The touch of her hand on my arm made my heart race, distracting my thoughts.
Helpless, I watched her kick off her shoes, her feet were delicate jewels sparkling across the tile. She pranced gleefully toward the kitchen to get herself a glass of vino. Her curly locks bounced in celebration.
I watched her walk away, unable to pry my eyes from her fine buttocks swaying beneath the short woolen skirt.
My eyes glanced at her caramel thighs. Those delicious thighs! Then higher to where her pussy would be. I couldn't help but imagine myself kneeling behind her burrowing my nose into the hallow there.
I fancied wispy hairs tickling my lips. Then thinking that if my lips were there, my nose would necessarily be encompassed by her firm round buns. And I wanted to be consumed more than ever.
When she returned I started to answer: that her body was incredible. That no part would be better than any other.
