Fragment from my volume: The Door and other extraordinary stories
She was sitting in front of me in a thin, sheer under vest. You could see her breasts. I was trying not to look at them. I was trying to focus my eyes at her boyfriend, who was talking to me passionately. For him it was something really important, I could see it; however I could not even listen to him. I was only thinking about what a strange situation this was, his girlfriend almost naked in front of me, and he is probably still talking about his stories, which he wishes I will publish. In fact, it all started from these stories.
Good afternoon Mr. David, my name is Iulian Eutropie. I have a manuscript which I would like to present to you. There are only a few stories, but not for children, for the children within us… I can see you're looking at me balefully, but I assure you that if you will find the time to read them, you will realize...
This is how I met him. To be honest, I had more manuscripts than I could publish. But some of them were worthless and it was my duty to announce the authors that it would be better for them to start on something new. I was actually thinking about how to do such a thing, when fate made it possible for Iulian Eutropie to burst in. Because if you can say to a talented writer, a true one, without being scared, what is good and what isn't, the others won't accept any criticism. It will be even more difficult for them to hear that they have nothing to do with literature.
Alright. You can leave the manuscript at... I was going to say the secretary but since he wasn't front of me… You can leave it here. Let me write down a phone number… I included a CV to make it easier for you. I have there my phone number and my address. In fact, I really wanted to invite you to dinner, my girlfriend, Maxima, is an excellent cook and she always wants, in fact we want, to have guests over… Thank you, I don't know if I have the time… But not necessarily today, it can be whenever you wish.
I thanked him and I assured him that I was going to call him after I will go to the manuscript. Then I put it aside and handled the urgencies, which could not wait. Days in a row had past and they had been so busy but I didn't even get a chance to look through it.
After less than a week a stranger approached me on the street. Only after looking at him, I realized who he was.
Iulian Eutropie, do you remember? I left a manuscript for you… Yes what a happy coincidence, to meet you precisely now… Did you get a chance to read it? Not yet, but I planned to do it next week. Then I will give you a call. But it cannot be, since we've met. Why don't you accept a lunch invitation, I live nearby, and my girlfriend is dying to meet you, I told her about our meeting and she was delighted… Thank you, but…
I don't know how he managed to convince me after all. And so here I was in their studio apartment, struggling not to stare at his girlfriend's, Maxima’s, breasts, round and naughty, as you could see them beneath that long under vest, which goes almost down to her knees, while Iulian Eutropie is speaking, I'm thinking that that's probably a beach under vest, that is why it is so long and that she's only got her underwear beneath it, sometimes you can see her leg up to her thigh, It's clear that she doesn't wear any shorts, it would be absurd for her to have a skirt, her legs are so long and tan, and she isn't at all ugly, in fact, if I were to be honest, although she's not a magazine-like beauty, she has the sex appeal which would recommend her to pose for one.
I'm sorry, I can't hear myself speaking, are you by any chance a model, a fashion model… Iulian Eutropie suddenly stops, shocked by the interruption. Maxima has a huge smile, showing me her shiny white teeth and she nods that she's not. I immediately turn to Iulian and ask him to go on. That is why, you know, my stories are not simple stories. What do you think? I think it's extremely interesting, but I cannot draw a conclusion based only on what you have told me. You understand, I would not want to rush with this… Of course! Maxima fill Mr. David’s glass.
Maxima stands up quickly and fills my glass with cognac. When she sits down, for a moment, a moment of neglect from her part, or on the contrary, on purpose, the under vest bloated like from wind and uncovered the curves of her buttocks. It was only for a split second, but I can swear that she had nothing underneath her under vest. My heart started to race, like from the emotion caused by an amazing discovery. I quickly took the glass in my hand and I drank with thirst, like from a beer. Iulian Eutropie looked at me a little surprised, but he did not say anything. I do not think he noticed the incident, or maybe he did? I stand up and I excused myself. I can barely get outside, to air. I realize that I was manipulated, I blushed like an adolescent, that I was stirred like a dog too much kept on a leash. As if I wouldn't have seen a woman before, I chalk it up against myself, upset. I try to think about something else, but I cannot take her large smile, full breasts, and her voluptuous buttocks out of my mind. I turned my thoughts from Maxima to my girlfriend, whom I love and with who I've spent last night unforgettable intimate moments. I succeed for a moment, then her image takes over me completely. While I enter my office, I cannot prevent myself from having erotic fantasies. I can see her smiling at me, again dressed in her sheer, beach under vest. She's standing; in the light I can see that she's not wearing any underwear. We are talking. You should at least get some lace underwear. Would it turn you on more? Maybe… Am I to understand that you're not sufficiently turned on? I smile at her precisely when Iulian Eutropie enters. Good afternoon, he says bluntly. I would like to end our cooperation here. I have the impression that you're not serious, that you did not listening to me and that all you did was to take Maxima’s clothes off with your eyes. I'm sorry, I answered, while handing him the manuscript, but there weren’t many clothes to take off… He gets mad; he plucks the manuscript from my hand and leaves, bouncing the door. You will be sorry, he got to say.
After a week I succeeded to forget about it, and about Maxima. My girlfriend was in the countryside, I was to meet her only after two more weeks, go to the mountain: the heat of the summer was hitting my head strongly. I was sitting on a terrace, sipping from a cold beer, when she suddenly appeared in front of me. You should drink hot tea. Beer only enhances your thirst. I lift my eyes and I look at her. She's wearing short skirt and a flowery shirt unbuttoned in the upper part, and tied in a knot above her belly. Now I can see that she has a small earring there. Please sit down. Thank you but I cannot stay. But I could use your company. I'm going to a pool… I would be happy to come, but I don't have a bathing suit. You don't need one, we're going to a private pool… I don't have one either… So how about it, are you coming? I should have said no, but I couldn’t resist it. However I tried: and Iulian? We're no longer together. If you will come, I will tell you all about it. I paid for my beer and we left. She took me by the arm familiarly. I'm a little bit baffled, but the heads Maxima is turning flatter me. When I'm with my girlfriend, either the current one, or the one before her, it does not matter; jealousy makes me ask them to dress as decent as possible. I could not bear for somebody else to admire them. Now, however, I'm proud to have such a beauty on my arm, a magnet for the eyes, and what is more important, not only those of men!
We got to a gate.