Resumo de It Is Our Imagination

IT IS ALL OUR IMAGINATION.
In the eyes of the world, they were lovers. They only knew that in all their years together, they had never made love. Neither told anyone else. Neither could do so without exposing them both. They met during Cannes festival in France, at a public-function. After the party they happened to be introduced by the host. He had noted that look. He had allowed her to escape briefly at that moment. He happened to stumble unto her at his hotel-reception. "What a surprise that both stayed at the same place!" and all that gag. He had invited her to join him for a drink. To his surprise, she had accepted. " I 'll be delighted." she said. She asked him to meet her in half an hour. Thirty minutes later when he knocked on her door, she was still in her nightgown. "Come on in." she had said. " Come into the bedroom." 'If it is ok with you I will lie in the bed." He had followed her, his heart beating. 'Will you lie down next to me?" He was stunned. He had dreamt up hundreds of schemes and tricks to get her into bed. All his wisdom evaporated at sudden turn of events. His state of mind was like a school boy went to an elderly woman for the first time. He did not know quite what to do. She was quite young as yet! But he realized that he must do something. He moved to the bed and lay down besides her. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable? She had said. "Look I am not dressed." He saw that indeed she had on nothing underneath. His eyes rested on her body. He did not dare to allow them to stray beyond, downward towards the shapely legs. "Take off your shirt." She rose to help him to take out his shirt. He allowed her to do so in panic, incapable of speaking, He was aware of the chasm which existed between the two expressions " to take" and "to be taken." "Why don't you take off your clothes?" She continued. He found that he had gone modest. He had been up till now been proud of his attributes. Now he could find no means how to conceal them. It did not seem right to show them. He was embarrassed. It was beyond his belief. It was as if he was the virgin and she the expert. In great embarrassment, he drew the sheet over him and removed the clothing. She: " Was it so difficult?" she asked. He: "With you, Yes." he spoke. She: "What is there so special about me ?" He: "I don't know. It is all strange." " I feel nervous." Even her touch gave rise to a surge of panic in him. She: "I thought you wanted me. Was I mistaken ?" She was almost too serious. He: "I want to have you." She: 'Then take me, make love to me?" He put her hands around her. He felt her body against his. He did all that a man customarily does to arouse a girl. Nothing happened. He caressed her. He fondled her for about ten minutes. It seemed he had been reduced to impotence. In order to restore his self-confidence, he had to shake her, insult her. It would have also helped if she had refused and bitten him and put up a fight . She lay there. She was allowing him to do as he pleased. There was no response from her. At last, he pulled away himself from her. His eyes were downcast, averted, burning with shame crushed by the catestrophy that had befallen on him. She: "You see, it is no easy. You can try. Yet......" she stopped. He "Yet ?" She: &nbsuld have liked very much." He whispered: He: "Me too." I don't know what happened to me. It has never happened before. I can't understand it. She: "It really does not matter. Tomorrow you will be yourself again. You may be able to perform better." And that was that. There was a long silence. Timidly he again took her into his arms. She did not try to stop him,. She lay her head on his shoulder. He: Can't we be good friends? Since that day he had not once attempted to make love to her. Love dies while friendship endures. In friendship a man does not satisfy all his desires; something is withheld. In love everything is said and done.

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