The Silent Listen

Out in the Old West

"I've got something I have been meaning to get off my chest."

The patient continues, "back in college I am traveling, but my debit card is compromised, and the bank needs to freeze it and get me a new one. Meanwhile I am stuck with just the cash I have on me at the time. It is between semesters, and I have basically been stranded at this old west college town." 

"But the real problem is that I need to move money and it won't get to who I need it to go without my card. Thank the internet for that one. Because all this reliance on electronic payments means I am not in the habit of carrying around much cash."

Which reminds me, now I need visit the ATM because I am trying to get into the habit of withdrawing cash for myself." 

"Meanwhile I'm stuck at the town I'm at because of that. So, I've got to stay with an acquaintance from town and it seems she only vaguely remembers we went to high school together. It is by a very wide margin one of the most unlikely things I expected to happen that summer. Thanks again internet." 

"We become roommates. In a sense. At least until I can get my bank situation straightened out. One night we are both drinking. As college students tend to do. We start having profound conversation. Like what was our favorite high school lunch." 

"It comes up, after a few more drinks, that she is self-conscious about her smell. For some reason she is under this impression of thinking that she has a strange scent. I try to reassure her as best as I can. Telling her that she smells perfectly fine. But she remains unconvinced."

"We are not talking about a weird girl who sat in the back in every class and had three layers of clothing over herself. While neither of us were what you could call popular. Both of us had a halfway decent social standing during high school. What I am saying is that I am not unattracted to her."

"Taking a risk, perhaps it is the booze talking, I say that I'll smell her myself and settle whether she smells or not. First, I'm sniffing on the small of her back. Inhale and exhale slowly. With intention. The kind of things you see happen in meditation retreats. Or at the very least my best impression of that."

"I can tell that excited her. So I keep doing so to her. I am going down her back with my breath tingly on her skin. She offers no resistance. We are pretty inebriated at this point. Perhaps her more than me if I am being honest." 

"I continue with my breath and reach between her legs but stop to tease her. By skipping to placing my breath behind her legs instead. Which drives her crazy. She is just about begging for me to breathe my breath between her legs and onto her vulva." 

"By the way in the process of doing this we've both gotten undressed. Not totally naked but I recall underwear colors, so enough. I indulge her and start massaging her butt with my breath then around her glutes and then between them. Sniffing her anus and convinced that she smells wonderful. So that is what I tell her."

"By this point she is practically begging me to start performing cunnilingus on her. However, she does not outright say it. Remember we are intoxicated. As I recall she just makes pleading female grunting type sounds."

"I should say that at this point I have not yet actually touched her body with anything other than the air of my breath."

 "Which I'm conflicted about doing with her. At the time for some reason, I feel that there is something not right about all this. How did I get into this position with her I wonder. More so what am I even doing in a town like this? Should I be doing what I am about to do? But the feelings seem to pass."

"Now she has managed to get me to take off her underwear. She still wears her top but it looks like she had the foresight to not wear a bra. Also she turns herself around and lies on her stomach. We started off sitting on chairs in the dining room, but it seems without realizing it, we are now sitting in the living room and she is laying down prone on the sofa."