Rainwear Fun WithSomeone?

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merv
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Re: Rainwear Fun WithSomeone?

Post by merv » May 22nd, 2016, 7:43 pm

I see we have returned to making school children the subject of stories. Is this really a good idea?

Sorry to appear a spoilsport/prudish/whatever else but its a somewhat illegal activity in the UK to involve school chidlren in fetish like activity. I equally fully understand that this site is not under UK jurisdiction and things may be different in other arts of the world.

Signalache
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Re: Rainwear Fun WithSomeone?

Post by Signalache » May 23rd, 2016, 11:14 am

DEVELOPMENTS

Thursday—Nothing. I got it wrong. Can’t even picture her face.

Weekend—Left to my own devices.

Then—Monday morning, threatening rain, waiting in the middle corridor for my Art Appreciation graduation Viva.
Then—Oh My Gosh! At the far end… It’s unmistakable--a (the) mackintosh. I don’t believe it! It’s her. Coming my way. I’m trapped. I feel the blush starting right behind both ears, spreading upwards. Cornered! I just cannot look up. She stops. There is nowhere to hide. Voyeur!! I raise my head at an angle just as if I were crouching close behind a wall and warily keeping a look out from under my eyebrows. There she is. Damn! Her expression is inscrutable--open, placid, eyebrows raised invitingly--the face of someone expecting an explanation—‘Well? Over to you’. My face (knitted brow, I imagine). We stand like that, silent, a set-piece. She feels inside her left-hand raincoat pocket, and hands me an envelope, then raises her right hand palm-out in a ‘see-you’ gesture and off she goes.

Turmoil! I watch her go, the way the mackintosh cavorts subversively. She turns almost absent-mindedly to look back before disappearing. The blood drains from my face. I have become hard. The Art Room door opens. It is difficult to concentrate, but I have chosen to expatiate on Kirchner’s Self Portrait with a Model and deliver a lively, if not jubilant, commentary on the space between the two figures.

I hurry off to the boys’ toilets on the top corridor. The envelope has PRIVATE on the front. I have to rearrange my Y-fronts. I open the envelope. The note says: ‘Baby! Have Mack Will Travel. R’
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Signalache
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Re: Rainwear Fun WithSomeone?

Post by Signalache » May 24th, 2016, 8:21 am

I certainly respect your opinion, Merv, and it makes me think...(see post below)
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Re: Rainwear Fun WithSomeone?

Post by Signalache » May 24th, 2016, 9:06 am

REPLY TO COMMENT (SEE ABOVE 22 May)

I certainly respect your opinion, Merv, and it makes me think.

Here, in my tale, based on personal experience, the boy and the girl are both seventeen and, yes there may be read into this account an element of manipulation or grooming. Certainly there is subterfuge involved in the story (it would hardly be realistic were it not). The boy has discovered his orientation much earlier but is afraid to come out. Otherwise mine is an account of a shy adolescent courtship (and remember, set in the fifties)! You might as well say that to be a fetishist and feel shame about the compulsion is a form of abuse. I am well aware that adult child abusers have been shown to have little sense that grooming a child is doing anything wrong; on the contrary they are found to have a shame deficit and think they are doing their victim a favour. As such it has a psychopathic ring. My sexual relations with mature partners of the opposite sex have, I hasten to point out, though they may show elements of co-dependency, are a different story altogether and where they fail is not without pain.

If the word 'abuse' is to be used in this context then it is an abuse of the intended purpose of rainwear! But so what! My word for the collusion between the lover and his inanimate object is 'impropriety', which has currency as referring to a secret shame. I have the opportunity, however, thank goodness, of the liberty granted by the cultural acceptance of degrees of diversity and, within the scope of that category, to exercise self-criticism.
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rubbermac
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Re: Rainwear Fun WithSomeone?

Post by rubbermac » May 24th, 2016, 2:33 pm

Not sure what all the above means......But i think its a great story,Many Thanks

Signalache
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Re: Rainwear Fun WithSomeone?

Post by Signalache » May 24th, 2016, 2:39 pm

HONEST!

Actually, talking of shame, as I was, I’d let myself lose sight of another occasion around the same time as the business with the refund that unequivocally puts the boot on the other foot with regard to where the shame resides. So much so as to have made it very hard for me to set foot in that particular establishment (another big department store) ever again, and alas, certainly not in Ladies Rainwear. I had blotted well and truly blotted my copybook this time. This was for me a great shame because they had some of the best mackintoshes up there—Alligator, Moseley, Kendall—seriously rubberised examples of the species.

On the occasion I avoided mentioning before, I had ventured into Ladies Rainwear and was drawn to a couple of beauties, forty-eight inches long, of a style, mind you, prior to the advent of the New Look—straight-skirted, raglan sleeves, double-breasted with ten plain buttons, no epaulettes or wrist bands, no nonsense like that, only the little loops to pass the lovely belt through. One of these was my favourite lewd apple-green, the other district-nurse brown. Both were what I would term ‘sheer mackintosh’.

On the day in question, the department was busy. I told the petite shop assistant who it was I was buying for and gave a rough description of a girl about my size. I wanted to be sure, I told her, they would be just right and it was vital for me to get a sense of how they would look. She had no problem with that and nodded toward the changing rooms with a just for you or on this occasion expression, wrinkling her nose, and excusing herself for the moment to attend to another customer. There were two or three cubicles. I went into the first and pulled the curtain shut, ripped off my shirt and dropped my trousers. It had to be done. I put on the green one and held the other languidly over one arm. In the mirror I was presented with a strong erection. At that moment a hand parted the curtain. The assistant who was looking after me peeped in to check if she had the right cubicle and whether she could be of assistance; she withdrew abruptly with an automatic ‘Oh! Sorry’. I dressed in a panic and slunk out. She was not to be seen. I left the mackintoshes on the counter. How badly I wanted that special-green Alligator for myself! A good while later I came across one the same elsewhere and appropriated it. And thereby hangs a tale.

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Re: Rainwear Fun WithSomeone?

Post by Signalache » May 25th, 2016, 12:48 pm

THE APPROACH

I will speak of my Alligator later. I promise myself. Right now: it’s the Kelvinette.
How far back does all this go?
Since I was a toddler who knows no shame.
But shame, like ‘peace comes dropping slow from the veils of the morning
To where the cricket sings’, and there we are—for shame is of the essence of sex—without shame my sex is without its delirious intrigue and without that the cock fails to crow.
So I have decided. I will devise my shameless approach.

Our timetables do not correspond. We are both in our final year; for me it’s Art and Classics. She does, I later discovered, Biology and Psychology. A promising blend I am tempted to think. For now it is something of a relief. Were we sitting in the same class my concentration was bound to suffer, thinking instead of her raincoat hanging in the cloakroom itself conscious of us both and waiting for us to get together.

I have dismissed the notion of a note in favour of being up-front. My trepidation centres on trickery. What, for instance, were those five girls laughing at? Certainly when she looked in my direction so pointedly, I thought, I had no sense she had nudged the others nor were the others supressing a snorting mirth. They continued to act like young women on a hen night or perhaps, inappropriately for their age and intelligence, like oblivious kids at the back of the bus. I could feel my resolve stiffening; the time was coming nigh. I had learned from my studies that creativity only took place in the unknown and by throwing caution to the winds. I became somewhat dizzy as my beloved Catullus comes to mind: What infatuation drives you, lovesick Ravidas, headlong into my lampoons?—that passage: (Quid vis?). What god makes you in an evil hour make haste to start the frantic duel? Is it because you want to be on people’s lips? What are you after? Do you desire to be known no matter what? So you shall be, since you’ve chosen to love my loved one and be pilloried for ever.

Hurrying to overtake the others streaming along the corridor, I come up behind her. I touch her gently on the arm. She turns. We are both stop dead. We look each other in the eyes. Our fellow pupils push past tut-tutting (one or two of them). We are both expressionless. What could we say? Mark Knopfler’s Blood and Water enters my head like the first wave of alcohol. The young woman’s face relaxes, first the eyes, then the mouth softens—giving the sense of someone who recognizes they are on the brink of falling asleep at last.
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blackmacjay
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Re: Rainwear Fun WithSomeone?

Post by blackmacjay » May 25th, 2016, 1:00 pm

I can't help but say that this is written well but it's a bit mixed up for me.

What does everybody else think?

PVC4
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Re: Rainwear Fun WithSomeone?

Post by PVC4 » May 25th, 2016, 6:19 pm

Shouldn`t this all be in the `stories` section? - its not very discussion friendly...

Signalache
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Re: Rainwear Fun WithSomeone?

Post by Signalache » May 25th, 2016, 7:03 pm

Happy to transfer it if that is practicable.
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