I [M37] am standing in her [F40] kitchen.

(M37) (F40)

I couldn’t believe I was standing in her kitchen. In fact, if you told me about this day again, I probably wouldn’t believe you. But here I am. The window curtains gently blowing in and out. That low evening sun just about to hide behind the trees, and this woman. whom I never met standing in front of me. Nervously holding her hands in front of her blue and sunflower yellow dress.

We both must be experiencing some kind of trauma. Or dealing with it. That’s why we’re here. Thank God her son is OK. He’s resting down the hall. And here I am just some guy who happened to be walking by when some kid nearly climbed into an unmarked van, and I stopped and helped. I wasn’t really thinking. Maybe all those instructional videos in elementary school finally payed off. All I know is, a kid was almost taken and I stopped it. I’m just glad I did it. I was terrified.

And now this kids mother is struggling to find the words to talk to me. Not like I’m helping. I’ve said this is good coffee twice. I say “look. I think we just went through something that not a lot of people could understand and our nervous systems are probably on Defcon five, so maybe we should just make some space for that.”

And then tears welled up in her eyes.

“I thought I lost him. I thought my life was over. And then you… You brought him back to me. You brought my life, my blood, back to me.” She took a step toward me.

I look for more appropriate words to say. “Yeah… yeah, well..”

She interrupts.

“ I can’t tell you how it feels to lose everything and to get it back and to witness such a miraculous act.”

She bit her lip and the world suddenly changed.

The sun is casting amber shadows across this woman’s face who is now gently biting her lip. Eyes full of tears. And then her breath changed. She moved with a desperation driven by raw emotion.

It was her eyes. Inches from mine that distracted me from the moment her fingers reached my belt.

“Let me show you.”

Then my brain tried to wake up. Told me to stop and leave. She isn’t herself right now. This is trauma.

But she kept going. With more fury. My hands touching her wrists. Am I stopping her … or holding her …

Then, the heat of her palm braced by navel.

With a sharp inhale her breathing stopped. Her nails pointed south.

And the next moment will be burned in my mind forever. She exhaled slowly, staring deeper into my eyes then I thought possible and she took the very air from lungs as her fingers gently, but firmly wrapped around my suddenly hard cock.

I was speechless. It was a moment when my brain was at odds with my body. I knew I should leave or at least figure out what to say to this person.

And God, my girlfriend…

And then another part of me is saying this woman is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. This moment IS a miracle and I want to share it with her.

And then another, far deeper voice, saying

I want to taste her.