Juggernaut

The beer was taking its toll so I got up to go to the bogs.  I apologised to Coral but she was grand as Walker Sudden and the girl with the Devo hat were still at the table talking and anyway there seemed to be a queue of guys waiting in the wings to speak to her; one chap got in there faster than a sonic boom to my annoyance.

I hoped Coral Express would remember me while I was gone.  I hadn't done myself any favours, going on and on about myself and my pathetic issues.  She must have thought I was dead self-obsessed.  She was after all a great singer who had just played a blinder of a show.  Should have asked her about her music, like what the 'rattling clocks' song meant. 

I passed Bao but he was so wrapped up with his new friends that he didn't notice me.  Hoped not to run into Geary or Jane along the way.  Managed it.  Got to the toilet without obstruction.

I realised as I was standing at the urinal that I was fluctuating between bold and very hard down below from sitting with Coral Express.  I hadn't been dwelling on sexual things at all during our talk, had pretty much put it to one side, but all the while the attraction to her had been gathering strength like a covert troublemaker, building to a situation which now seemed to require an added release.

I didn't want to be caught standing there with my stiffness, so I ducked into the cubicle quickly as another chap was entering the toilets.  I'm sure he thought I was an oddball with the speed I moved at.  Secure with my erection, I took some time to observe the graffiti on the walls and on the inside door.  I always enjoyed doing that.  Vulgar edicts and testimonies,  the names of bands that had played in the venue, slogans of modern activism, obscure inside-jokes between friends.  A wide world of bullshit laid out in front of you.  There was even a whole conversation going on in one of them.

fuk the oranjeez -

Oranjeez? I think you spelt 'fuck' wrong -

fuck u ya oranje cunt -

You mean orange? -

yeh, cunt -

I'm not orange, sorry -

Metal rulez -

What?

I held myself together and took some pleasure in the privacy of the moment.  This feeling was heightened as I allowed myself to soak in the clear physical intensity Coral Express had caused within me.  I closed my eyes and entered another world.

Coral had told the other band members to wait for her in the bar and she brought me out to their van and put me in the back.  She slowly unbuttoned her fleecy blouse and her enormous beautiful bosoms fell out and plopped down on my face.  They were soft like huge buttermilk orbs delicately landing on a young and lonely moon.  I licked them and they tasted nice like vanilla ice-cream, then she grabbed my face and shoved it into her gloriously comfortable cooze which smelled like a sizzling August bonfire.  I pushed her down and went at her like a juggernaut.  Halfway through, Coral Express changed to Kate the librarian, and inside the back of the van changed to a tiny room somewhere in the back of the library full of ancient undervalued books.  She was wearing her red spectacles and had red lipstick and a red aura she gave off as she allowed herself to fall back into a rubble of old books and declared 'Fuck me'.  I leaped on top of her and forgotten works about frankly unimportant Arctic expeditions went flying into the air.  I slipped off her lustrous underwear like a master technician, grabbed hold of her tight little ass, and started going at her.  Halfway through, Kate the librarian changed to Emer and the tiny room somewhere in the back of the library changed to a blank unspecified location in consciousness, a kind of nowhere.  Emer was smiling and wearing that same old nightie I was used to seeing, not just on her, but in the washing basket, on the radiators, on the clothesline, on the ironing board.......I opened my eyes to the reality of the toilet and was beginning to lose sight of my preferred destination until suddenly the inner mind called out 'Come back'.......Emer had taken her nightie off and was climbing on top of me, nibbling my ears and gently kissing and breathing on my neck.  She was beautiful.  Her face when it showed joy and contentment still got me more excited than the fight between Bruce Lee and Chuck Norris at the end of Way of the Dragon.  Emer and I were suddenly in the centre of an empty Coliseum in Rome during a hot Italian summer.  Her skin was glistening in the sun and her body made poetry out of space.  She giggled as I rubbed against her perfectly-sloped behind munching at her burning golden hair.  We found ourselves lying in the arena grit with excessive motivation and I raised her long legs into the air and held her as though I would never let go.  We began to fuck slowly, and enjoyed the mounting grind of it, sweating and slithering all over one another in the swelter.  We went faster.  And faster.  'I want a baby, you bastard,' she screamed as we went at it harder and harder.  'I WANT A BABY!'  'I know, babe,' I replied, pumping earnestly.  'I know.'

'Hurry up in there,' came a voice with two loud thumps on the cubicle door.

'Okay,' I said.  'I'll be out in a sec.'

I grabbed a sheet of toilet paper, finished fast with Emer, and watched the children of the rattling cock wailing into the whirling chaotic vortex, never to be seen again.

'Sorry,' I said to the guy waiting outside once I was all done and dusted and ready to return to innocence.