Youth in Ecstasy

By Lucian Simon Ionesco

—Do you want to have sex?

My question was so direct that you lowered your face showing you were aggrieved. You turned around to leave.

"Wait..."

You stopped in the doorway. The triangular neckline of your dress exposed the white skin of your youthful back.

"Don't be upset," I begged, approaching. You are a very beautiful woman, and thousands of men would give anything to have you, and I dare to suppose this would be your first experience... But before that happens, I would like you to know a few things about my past.

You turned very slowly with a defiant gesture.

-Very well. What exactly are you trying to tell me?

I wanted to get to business, but I only managed to stutter. Your urgent and annoying attitude blocked any possibility of deep communication. I put together a couple of lies to avoid the lurid situation and ended my confidence.

"Will you ever tell me the truth?"

I nodded sadly.

You didn't say goodbye when you left the place.

As soon as I was left alone, I looked for a sheet to write on.

After a while, I stopped writing and looked at the wordy letter while wiping the tears from my face.

I am a friend who will never betray you.

I have betrayed many women in the past; believe me, I suffered so much for it that I will never do it again.

 

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Editorial Atelerix Creative Quill
• Release date: Dec 3, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215274996

Lucian Simon Ionesco

I'm 51-year-old; I have a degree in psychology, specializing in motivation and mental disorders.I'm a Brazilian Christian, and I define myself as straight, and I'm a vegetarian. I grew up in an upper-class neighborhood. I was raised by my father and my mother, having left when I was young. I'm currently single. My most recent romance was with an artist called Ophelia Dana Phillips, who was 12 years older than me. We broke up because Ophelia felt Lucian was too busy for the relationship. My best friend is a chorus actor called Keira Morales. We get on well most of the time. I also hang around with Glenn Rees and Arran Davis. We enjoy worship together. I have decided to start my work writing since currently, due to the pandemic, I require an additional income. With the support of the Atelerix publishing house, I want to start giving my general knowledge about everything I have studied in my city to swim all this time. I hope that you fully recognize my writing and support me, especially if you have a loved one you can support with my knowledge; I will be more than happy to support me with a review of my book.

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PROLOGUE

—D o you want to have sex?

My question was so direct that you lowered your face showing you were aggrieved. You turned around to leave.

Wait...

You stopped in the doorway. The triangular neckline of your dress exposed the white skin of your youthful back.

Don't be upset, I begged, approaching. You are a very beautiful woman, and thousands of men would give anything to have you, and I dare to suppose this would be your first experience... But before that happens, I would like you to know a few things about my past.

You turned very slowly with a defiant gesture.

-Very well. What exactly are you trying to tell me?

I wanted to get to business, but I only managed to stutter. Your urgent and annoying attitude blocked any possibility of deep communication. I put together a couple of lies to avoid the lurid situation and ended my confidence.

Will you ever tell me the truth?

I nodded sadly.

You didn't say goodbye when you left the place.

As soon as I was left alone, I looked for a sheet to write on.

After a while, I stopped writing and looked at the wordy letter while wiping the tears from my face.

I am a friend who will never betray you.

I have betrayed many women in the past; believe me, I suffered so much for it that I will never do it again.

SEXUAL MOTIVATIONS

Bewitched by Joana's beautiful and voluptuous forms, he stared at her while chatting with her friends a few meters away.

Occasionally she would turn her head to ensure that her burly beau would not arrive. Maybe I was done with him, and now he was available... I clenched my jaw forcefully. I shouldn't have any illusions. The fact that the prettiest girl in school had attended the semester-long prom alone and that, by coincidence, I wasn't accompanied either didn't mean that fate wanted our union. Still, anxiety invaded my body, as it always did when I glimpsed the possibility of a sensual affair.

I was in my fourth year of dental school and considered myself a true expert in bodily pleasures. He had learned (after not a few insults and slaps) to seduce women with great skill. I could smell the possibilities of an intimate encounter. When I did catch my eye on a young woman, I almost always managed to drive my affair with her to the end.

José Luis, the only young and libertine professor who offered to accompany us to that farewell party, seeing me alone, approached my table.

-What's wrong? he snapped, giving me an effusive blow on the back. Did you finally get rid of Jessica, the famous chaste virginia?

I laughed reservedly. In the university environment, gossip spread rapidly, and it was not surprising that José Luis was aware of my most important achievements. Also, he was a friendly teacher whom I once approached for advice. Yes, I replied. We broke up a couple of days ago. You know: Jessica is one of those girls who please you only on the condition that they get married the next day.

-I supposed. And be careful. In this day and age, there are several million more women seeking marriage than men, so...

I nodded without answering. The sound equipment had suffered small damage, and the atmosphere, without loud music, was conducive to conversation. But I didn't feel like delving further into that matter with José Luis, who, I guessed a little upset by the ingestion of the first alcohol of the evening.

I watched Joana get up and go to the dressing table. I wanted to get up to go after her, but the presence of my anatomy teacher prevented me. I contemplated the extraordinary body of my partner moving away. She was wearing an extremely tight cotton dress, like those worn by ballet dancers, with a low neckline in the back and a daring hole in the front that vented, for all to see, her navel and flat stomach.

Tonight is not safe, I whispered to myself.

Did you say something?

No, professor... it's just that... I stopped, assessing what it meant to talk alone with José Luis in an atmosphere of equality. I could ask him everything about the anatomical doubts that in class it would have been inappropriate to mention... And my teacher was a sexually experienced young man who, despite having proven academic training, had lived in a free union three times.

There are matters I don't understand, I resumed. Why are women so unpredictable? Suddenly they offer themselves to you wrapped in a cloud of romance. After a while, they are overwhelmed by guilt and sadness, cheerful one hour and angry the next. They dress and display to excite the man and then demand full respect. Frankly, I don't understand them... Do they feel the same sexual desire that we do? If so, why do they make so much of begging? And, above all, what is the reason why after giving themselves up, they seem so disappointed? He raised his eyebrows in amazement at my multiple questioning.

That answer will cost you at least a drink.

I waved to the waiter, letting José Luis order as soon as he arrived. - And good?

—If you want to understand girls, you must start from the basics: their hormonal cycles make them go up and down slopes of different moods every month. Their physical mechanism is very different from that of males; they feel carnal desire mixed with emotions.

To have an orgasm, they need to feel loved. Understood, valued; to think that what they are doing is right, that they are not in danger, that they are not being forced, that their bed partner is nice and considerate, that no one will blame them if they are discovered, and so on.

They are essential psychological conditions and almost impossible to achieve by adventurous adolescents. So, after experimenting with sex, the young single girl's self-esteem often goes down, her values ​​plummet, and her reputation with other guys goes down. When it's all over, she feels used and belittled.

—Then why are women increasingly provocative and liberal? -I asked for. Today most have premarital relations voluntarily. At that moment, Ricardo and Alfredo, two good friends (more mine than the teacher's), approached the table. They shook hands with us and took their seats. José Luis responded furiously to my question without being inhibited (or perhaps motivated even more) by the presence of the huddled ones.

—In an intimate relationship, both the body and the mind intervene, but there are enormous

differences between the two sexes. The man is more practical and more objective, and his orgasm has a predominantly PHYSICAL origin; he can feel the same pleasure making love with a young woman, with an older woman, with a friend, with a stranger, fondling each other while leafing through their magazines; The only difference between one event and the other will be that some will cause you greater excitement. Still, when you reach the climax, you will convulse in the same way in all cases.

Instead, the woman is more romantic and sentimental. Her orgasm has a fundamentally PSYCHOLOGICAL origin, so she agrees to the seductions of men not for the PHYSICAL pleasure that this will give her, but for MENTAL reasons: falling in love, desire to be accepted, vanity... what do I know! They like to feel admired, loved, and desired; they like it when we lose our temper over them, win them over and show them how much we are willing to do to have them. That is your retribution. As you can see, they also fulfill a wish. Female pleasure is directly connected to her psyche...

—And a male pleasure to her...

We laugh out loud at Ricardo's obscene gesture.

I looked around for Joana. She hadn't come out of the dressing room yet, and he was ready to board her as soon as she did. It was a decision motivated by that physical sexual energy that, to be well accepted by her, would have to disguise itself as a psychic sentimental force. It seemed complicated, but it stopped being so once you got used to it. I would do it however it takes. Imagining her bare skin disturbed me enormously.

She had the special type of body that I had never touched (long thighs, large and firm breasts, prominent hips, white skin), in addition to having other very discreet erotic elements: intimate tone of voice, sensual timbre, disdainful look, seriousness haughty, feline movements... The waiter from the student association sent us a tray of snacks and a medium jug of liquor.

—And you, did you manage to sleep with Jessica? Alfredo asked me as he uncorked the bottle. Everyone wonders if you've beaten the Puritan. Yes... I confessed hesitantly, "it was a very sad experience. He put too many conditions, but when he agreed, he tried to make me feel responsible for his future. I feel a little sorry because I think he really loved me. Do you know what he said to me after he turned himself in? That all girls are put under intense pressure to have sex; if they try to be decent, their classmates make fun of them, and the boys ignore them; That is why the majority, when feeling this rejection, accede to the sensual life so appreciated in the youth environment. I felt sorry for her and decided to leave her.

Women don't realize that at this age, young people don't look for fixed relationships; we seek pleasure, fun, and learning, and that when we settle down thinking about a formal relationship, we will immediately discard all those with whom we had fun to look for that serious girl, ignored yesterday, who knew how to respect herself.

A thunderous noise followed by another sharp one interrupted us. The sound equipment seemed almost ready.

What you just said is very true, José Luis commented. It is one thing to have a girlfriend to have fun and another very different thing to choose the mother of your children... For the latter, you will always want a different young woman, difficult to find, not like the stone kicked over by dozens of men, but like the diamond intact that only you were able to reach. That's final! Alfredo contributed with vehement enthusiasm but never told a woman or a moralist because they would call you macho. Obviously, suppose you want to learn to drive. In that case, used cars are preferable... but when it comes to choosing the permanent car, for life, even the most idiot would prefer a new one...! Although there are some very nice used ones...

We laughed uproariously again. I shook my head happy but unhappy. What started as a consultation question had turned into a polemic in which we were all experts.

Sex is very exciting, José Luis said as he poured himself more liquor. The bad thing is that it is not free; you always have to pay for it: sometimes with money and sometimes with flattery or kind words.

Pay for him... Alfredo repeated, reflecting very seriously. What a huge truth. Now I understand! The prostitutes are rude and inconsiderate and take cash; On the other hand, a schoolmate dresses up in her best clothes, washes, makes up, and perfumes, and goes to bed with you if, in return, you promise her eternal dedication and total love. This is the payment you must make. You have to be very quick to handle the matter well without getting caught, but by mastering the technique, you get the best at the cheapest price, don't you?

That's how it was.

The thunderous crackling of the sound system prevented us from speaking further. My sight was lost in that world of ideas. It was interesting to analyze the sexual motivations in the youthful stage, contemplate the black thread, and appreciate it at all its lengths. How was it possible that so many girls lived ignoring something so obvious?

The music started. Several couples walked onto the dance floor holding hands. Joanna came out of the bathroom. Arranged, retouched, and serious, she had been passing between the tables with considerable gallantry. I immediately stood up.

You'll forgive me, I said, sipping the contents of my glass, but I have urgent business to attend to...

My friends and José Luis made a terrible noise.

I walked right up to the girl, getting in her way.

I pretended not to see her until we were very close.

Hello, what a surprise! -I told-. You look very beautiful tonight.

I made a slight shake of the head.

Would you give me this piece?

Joana looked at me and smiled, glad someone dared get her out of her solitude. -Of course.

-Come alone? I asked him as we headed for the dance floor.

-Yes.

Why didn't Joaquín accompany you today?

He smiled sadly:

We broke up a week ago.

My heart skipped a beat. I wanted to say sorry, but my face lit up with nervous joy. It was too good to be true. That tall, stunning girl was always walking around public places flaunting a pouting boyfriend, and now she was suddenly unattached, dancing with me! For a few minutes, I couldn't say anything. The recent talk made my conquest strategies more suspicious and malicious.

I analyzed the situation as I moved to the rhythm of the music:

Joana had had a long courtship; We all saw her passionately kissing more than once, displaying her crush and thereby irreparably diminishing her reputation. If she dared to do that in front of others, it was easy to imagine how much she did with her ardent lover in private. Poor girl. If Joaquín had really loved her, he would not have exhibited her, and if she had been more intelligent, she would not have allowed it.

Women who appear excessively affectionate to others with their boyfriends are marked among students. But that was not an obstacle for me. On the contrary, it was clear that I had experimented a lot with sex and wouldn't take my ex-girlfriend Jessica's hang-ups. In addition, she was surely in a slight emotional depression, anxious to feel loved, admired, and desired... These were exceptional circumstances.

I found myself tense but full of energy, how an athlete feels about starting a

race for which he has prepared a lot.

-I invite you to a drink? I asked, interrupting the dance.

-Why not?

We headed to the bar passing through the middle of the track. As I walked, I put my right hand on his back.

Now that you're free, you must have many suitors.

Shrugged.

-I don't know. I do not care.

We arrived in front of the bartender and ordered our drinks.

-You know? I said, I haven't been doing well in love lately either. I'm very disappointed. Hasn't it happened to you that when you are most interested in a person, you give him the best of you when he despises you the most...? The disappointment of giving yourself to someone who wasn't worth it is extremely painful.

He looked up and scrutinized me with his sweet melancholy eyes.

Aren't you dating Jessica anymore?

I shook my head to say no and smiled ruefully.

—I'm glad to be able to talk to you, Joana... because I feel more alone than ever. The lights were partially turned off, and sweet romantic music played. Most of the impetuous dancers withdrew, and only a few embracing couples remained on the floor, swaying to the delicious cadence of the soft beats. The heart wanted to get out of its place before that imperious and inescapable opportunity. However, to my surprise, Joana beat me to it.

-You want to dance?

-Of course.

He took my hand, and we walked together.

We stand in the center of darkness. I hugged her around the waist, and she wrapped her hands around my neck. With the excuse of making some comments, I gradually got closer to his face until the distance that separated us was reduced to a minimum.

Our feet were moving slowly, and the magnetic halo of one had merged with the other, producing a more than exciting reaction. No need to talk much; our bodies exhaled a powerful chemistry that made us feel like we were in the clouds. You know, Joanna? I whispered in her ear, I've always loved you... secretly." He didn't answer, but after that comment, we totally hugged.

I gauged the thinness of her waist with my hands; feeling the direct contact of our private part left me breathless. The music ended, and we remained linked for a few seconds looking at each other's faces. A crimson hue on her face made her even more attractive, and on mine, the look of a man who has lost his temper from the thrill of this swift adventure and the enormous desire to see it through to the end.

—What do you think we go to a comfortable place where we can talk quietly? I proposed to him in a low voice. I would very much like to get to know you better.

He didn't answer yes, but as soon as we left the track, we went to say goodbye to our teammates with bland excuses.

When we got into the car I took her left hand, caressed it tenderly, and slowly brought it to my mouth to kiss it.

-Where we go? I asked, starting the engine.

She shrugged her shoulders without taking her penetrating gaze from my face: —Wherever you want...

SEX-ADDICTION

Ileft the avenue driving very slowly. Although he was aware of the sensually provocative tone in Joana's voice when she said wherever you want, he couldn't take the initiative to take her to a private room without confirming it. Among the inescapable precepts of seduction were never to be overly anxious and to seem willing to chat endlessly like a well-meaning friend.

On the road, I observed the indication of a