I always wondered what it was that was barring me from the world of sex.I always wondered what it was that was barring me from the world of sex. It couldn't be my age; everyone I knew had already had sex by the age of 21. It wasn't my name; a lot of people named Peter, were already married. It wasn't my lifestyle; I knew others like me who were involved in serious and sexual relationships. The idea that I'd passed my 21st birthday with no sexual experience whatsoever to speak of, was depressing. And those who said that sex did not necessarily mean manhood, particularly those who said that to me at *this* time in my life, I ate for lunch. The fact was, sex alone did not make a man, but as they couldn't help but admit, they wouldn't dare try to voluntarily live without it.. So I turned my attention away from it as much as I could. I got interested in going to baseball games. One game in the Bay Area, meant a train ride via Amtrak. So, during summer vacation, I packed up for a 2 day trip, and caught the morning train. But strangely enough, I had an incredible dream about sex the night before, and it was so vivid and seemingly real, that it deprived me of sleep. I'd dealt with this before, and laughed it off, but this dream was too wierdly powerful. When I caught the train, I was sleepy. I got my seat, which seemed to have another, unoccupied seat, next to it. But that seat did smell of sweet perfume. I settled in and, as the train moved slowly, I curled up and tried to rest. Then, someone sat down in the adjacent seat, which my back was then facing. "Oh," a female voice cried out, as if just noticing a new person sitting next to her. I looked behind me. The voice was smooth and seemingly older. A raven-haired woman, possibly 25 years old, regarded me, and went to reading her book. She was well-endowed, from her breasts, which strained through her shirt, to her thick, skirt-clad, tan legs. She was just plain beautiful. "Oh, hi." I replied. "Don't worry about me; I'm too sleepy to move my jaws to bite." "Where are you headed?" she inquired, putting down the book. I was just turning around when she asked me that. |