We all have moments in life that we will never forget, not necessarily the obvious ones like getting married and the birth of your children, but those that come out of the blue.
I am no different.
It was my final year at school and I was a gangly teenager with serious self-confidence issues. I had been having trouble with my teeth and had finally plucked up the courage to go and see the dentist. Then, and to this day, a visit to an Ivory Mechanic is right up there with having fingernails pulled or being staked out, naked and covered in honey over a nest of red ants.
……..you get the point.
Anyway, after my first visit, the Dentist deduced I needed a series of fillings which couldn’t be done in one sitting and I would have to make a number of appointments. We agreed that I would come in the following day for the first treatment and before leaving would arrange the next visit around my classes for the day concerned.
The time arrived for the first visit, and like a condemned man being led to the gallows, I forced myself to walk the short distance from the school to the surgery. Quite honestly, the filling wasn’t nearly as bad as my sleepless night had made me think it would be, but there was a delightful silver lining to the cloud, which I had not anticipated.
Entering the office to arrange the next visit, I laid eyes on Sarah, a blue eyed blonde, a beautiful angel sent from heaven, probably a couple of years older than I. She looked up, her smile suddenly made the world brighter, the colours more vivid. Walking on air, I approached the desk she was seated at and my adolescent eyes were drawn to her silky smooth cleavage housed in her tight fitting white blouse. Her perfect slender fingers, with fingernails neatly painted a subtle pink, flipped through the pages of the diary in front of her.
She greeted me with a voice that sounded like an orchestra of melodic harps and I was instantly smitten, I had even forgotten that the local anesthetic had rendered my cheeks completely numb and my mouth virtually useless. Fortunately, I didn’t have to say much, as the new love of my life was so in tune with me she knew my reason for being there. So with a few mumbles and grunts from me and the sweet music of her words, we had arranged the next visit.
I left the Doctor’s rooms with a new spring in my step, my 17 year old mind telling me how lucky I was to have met this Goddess and that she was as taken with me as I was with her. That night sleep didn’t come easy again, but when it did, I slept wrapped in her embrace, with that delicious cleavage pressed against me and her words of reassurance playing gently in my ears.
The days leading up to the next appointment were torture, I was pining for her, and I needed to see her so much it hurt, being in her presence was being at the center of my world. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the day of my visit dawned and the hours leading up to it were filled with glorious anticipation……
……….soon my Love, soon.
The procedure past largely unnoticed, so fixated was I on seeing Sarah. I got out of the chair, my paralyzed face feeling like I had to hold it up to prevent it sliding onto the floor and my tongue rendered equally useless.
I walked into her office, she looked up at me and smiled the smile of the Gods. She was more beautiful than I remembered. I crossed the short distance to her desk, my heart pounding in my chest, teenage hormones coursing through my body, I was on fire. Those perfect fingers began to thumb through the pages of her diary once more.
It was then I noticed her looking down… What could she be looking at down there? Was my fly open? Casually, without looking, I let my fingers brush the zip to ensure it was indeed as it should be. The check confirmed everything was in order. It was then I concluded she was staring at my …….. Well…….. my manhood! A new found confidence surged through me, there was the conclusive proof that she was mine. I stood taller, boosted by the affirmation, my life was complete!
Glancing down in the hope of catching my beloved’s eye, I see her expression of disgust, her eyes refusing to meet mine. For a second or two I was confused and then I realised my unfeeling mouth was dribbling uncontrollably, saliva running down my chin creating a growing puddle of drool on the desk in front of her.
Mortified, I scooped up the puddle and in one movement put it into the pocket of my khaki pants. Very quickly it began to soak through and my shame was complete as I fled the scene with a growing wet patch in my trousers.
………. Never to go back.
I can honestly say, in all my years, I have never felt more humiliated and still today, some 40 years on, I still cringe at the thought.
They say, what doesn’t kill, strengthens, and that is true, plus I now have a great story for parties!
