I didn’t know what time it was, nor did I care. I had not drifted off to REM sleep yet, and I was still semi-conscious, considering Barbera Logan. Of course I had only recently just met her under indigent circumstances, yet I saw something in Barbara Logan. What was that, really? Was it the will to survive despite having to live in a tent in a brush patch? Perhaps that was it, and the obvious fact that she maintained all of her faculties and she kept herself from getting too seedy! She did clean up well too!

I did not hear her slide into the room; I was only conscious of her naked body sliding into my bed next to me, her voluptuous curves wrapping around me. Now…I was definitely awake! Apparently, she had an agenda…she put her lips to my ear and in something of a low growl, she asked me, “How did you gain the skill, to send me to an orgasm, just by giving me an enema? I would be thrilled to hear that story, Jim.” I sighed, just barely audibly and then asked her, “Is that really how you want to define our relationship, Barbera, after an act of compassion for a woman in obvious distress? While I admit to being drawn towards an anally erotic woman, like a moth to a flame, I certainly don’t want an enema bag to define our relationship.” She soothed, “I understand Jim, perhaps you will tell me your story, when you trust me better. You’re right, though I am a very anally erotic woman, but my husband never appreciated me for that. But he is the reason that I had my tubes tied! I would love it if you…wanted me…anally, Jim!”

She certainly had my attention! I whispered, “I would love that when we have a more developed relationship, Barb! Tonight, after having a couple of drinks, my guess is that you need intimacy, yet it may be too soon to launch into something as dramatic and deeply personal as anal sex. Not that I don’t love the idea, but I bet that you would really prefer just to cuddle for a while. Then you are welcome to sleep with me tonight.” I thought ‘damn, I probably need anal sex just as much, as she does!’ And yet I believed relationships need to be nurtured and built up to withstand the little things that create drama and lead to tensions that can cause relationships to fail. For all of these reasons, I knew that I had chosen the right path. I cuddled her naked form and I marveled about how good her curvaceous and voluptuous body felt against me, as I very gently rubbed her back and the globes of her nice big butt. She let out little moans and purrs, as plans began to form in my imagination. Over the next couple of days, foreplay would need to develop. I owed it to her to explain my plan…maybe a little bit at a time. Finally, it dawned on me…I liked the woman that I was holding…this naked night apparition that had surprised me naked in the night! I don’t remember going to sleep. When I opened my eyes, the morning sun was peeking through the curtains. It was already 8:30 am. Barbara was laying on her side facing away from me with her nice big naked butt snuggled up to me. I very casually and somewhat gently and softly rubbed her bare ass. Then I heard her let out a soft giggle, “I can’t ever remember waking up to such a sensual…bottom rub. That feels very nice, Jim.” I joked, “Never let it be said that I didn’t do the least that I could do, Barb, for my nighttime apparition. You are welcome back, when you feel like it, by the way.”

EPILOGE

One of the interesting components of a short story, is that is not meant to be a comprehensive treatise of the entire story line, only to leave the readers with tantalizing possibilities…