Too many members of your family had far too much to say
about the length of your profuse curls---cascading over
your collar and to your shoulders. The elegance of your
new suit---the gray jacket, the matching pinstriped slacks,
perfectly tailored to your slender, youthful body---was
entirely lost to them, fixated as they were on the defiance
you showed toward their long ensconced opinion about your
hair. Four years ago, when they began to make remarks
(subtle and suggestive at first, then, as their frustration
increased, more and more deliberately hurtful), this surely
injured your feelings; but now, having attained the age of
legal consent just a few weeks ago, its importance just
dwindled away. So I invited you back to my own residence,
not nearly as luxurious as that other venue; and any doubt
about your acceptance was quietly assuaged by the
need (to love and be loved, according to your soul's given
nature) I discerned in your eyes, and your shyly seductive smile.
Hesitations and inhibitions---which, in certain circumstances,
continue to intrude, even though I was, by then, two and a half
times yours age---failed, for one, to divert or obstruct the
moment, and we discretely abandoned the kinfolk's noisy
gathering. As soon as you entered the apartment, you asked if
you could remove your shoes (a courtesy, although, I am sure,
you already knew I would not object); then, having done so,
you also tossed your jacket and your necktie aside. I was
immediately aroused by the beauty of your semi-sheer socks: the
flawless translucence around your soles and arches, the soft
opacity of the doubled weave that ensheathed your toes and heels.
Although I had long desired, and often anticipated, this
encounter---the swift emergence of our mutual attraction
(especially considering your innate and very youthful beauty,
compared to my own ungainly appearance)---surprised and
pleased me. As you took off your other clothes, you said
you would like to keep your socks on---making my as yet
unspoken request unnecessary. As we made love---as I
inhaled and tasted the fragrance and flavor of your socks, and of
your agile and very reciprocative body, you eagerly released
your profuse and glistening sweetness upon and into me repeatedly
through the remains of the afternoon and its starlit and unhurried
night---the contours of the next two decades began to approach the
form by which we began, that very next morning to enjoy and to
rely upon them.