Chapter 10: The Art of Cunnilingus

Next morning I had to go get gas in a couple of cars before leaving for classes. I dreaded going over to the farmers market to possibly have to confront Siza. But I had no choice. I didn’t want to drive a ways to get gas somewhere else and spend my own money.

I drove over and hoped somebody else was manning the pump. But after I stopped I just stayed in the car for moments to see if nobody came and I’d try to pump the gas myself if I could. But no. There she came from the across the way.

So I stayed in the driver seat and she kind of smiled at me with a glint in her eyes. She started pumping gas and set the automatic shut off. “How are you?,” she said coming over to the window. “Oh, I’m okay,” I said quietly. I didn’t look at her.

After moments of silence, “Is everything okay?” “I don’t know.” “Okay, we need to talk. That’s obvious.” “I have to get to school. I’m going to be late.” “Then you come over to my place after work today. Are you okay with that?” I looked at her and studied her a bit. I let out a sigh, “Okay. I will.”

She finished the fill and put the hose away, then came over and put her hand on my arm to lean in and give me a kiss. “I’ll see you later and bring your lure.” She laughed. I just squinted at her and drove off.

She looked different and kind of all sweaty like she had been working hard. I thought it weird early in the morning. But I couldn’t think about it because I had school to worry about, another encounter with the rumor.

People were still looking at me in class, in the halls, girls smiling at me, guys giving me weird looks. I saw the girl who came into the lab when I was doing my cat. I smiled at her quickly and she smiled back but with a kind of odd look like staring at my crotch or something.

Then I saw the girl, Linda, who I was hoping to avoid and she came right over and said “HI”, grabbed me by the arm, looked around at everybody else like I was being presented or something. “Hi?” I spoke to her, “Uh, how are you?” “Oh fine. Great to see you!,” she said. “Thanks. Maybe we can talk later.” She seemed so okay with me, somehow. I certainly wasn’t expecting that.

How odd to be gathering attention but I knew what it was about. I wondered if the school hierarchy were alerted to what had happened. I didn’t want to get noticed as a bad student, reprimanded. I started to get sweaty. I never liked attention. NO way!

In class I sat next to that same guy, the Vietnam vet who told me about what was known of my crazy outing. He was smiling and was kind of chuckling when I sat down.

I looked at him and whispered, “What’s going on now? I notice that people are looking at me.” “It’s your dick.” “What?!” “The words out all over about the size of your dick. It’s hard to believe it’s such a big topic. Is it true?” “What?” “The size of your dick.” “Oh crap I don’t know. I was so drunk I don’t know what really happened. I don’t know anything about comparing penises with anybody else.” “Well people are believing it. You have a famous cock. You won the erection election.”

He continued chuckling at his own joke and I sat back in my chair to look around. I was still being looked at. I wanted really badly to talk to Siza, to get to the bottom of this thing. Nobody ever said anything about my penis before, ever, not that I could remember. I wondered just what she did to me on the beach with that crowd watching. I couldn’t imagine. “Oh GAWD!”

What a strange day that was. Girls were coming up to me and grabbing my arm, holding me, then talking to one another, not me. It was like I was a statue or something. I was so happy to be done and on my way to work. I always did very poorly with the social politics.

At work they were still joking about the day before when I fess’d up for what Siza did to me. But I felt good about making those guys crack up laughing so hard. I hated being the butt of the jokes but just the same.

They were laughing SO hard. And the three of them, Wally, Shorty and Aron were like comrades in arms for a change. “Hey, you wanna go naked around here like a nudist? We might get more business,” Wally laughed. “We could pay for TV ads and blur out your parts. And I could get you laid too! We could all watch and applaud!” They all cracked up but said nothing about the talk regarding the size of my penis.

I anticipated the after work appointment I had with Siza. I just needed so badly to get her to talk to me about what happened and what was going to happen in the future. I needed to know a possible way out of my embarrassment, how to redeem myself. I needed somebody’s advice and I wondered if she had anything to do with spreading that rumor. But from what I’d heard it could have been anybody in a crowd of onlookers.

Time came for quitting and I was putting things away to take the fateful walk across the street to the farmers market, to her apartment. I was really nervous. I didn’t want to let her get me into another embarrassing situation. In that regard I couldn’t trust her.

“Hey you,” she said as she opened the door. “Come on in.”

She was naked from the waist down. I was surprised, no shocked as I noted how steamy things felt. She was extra gorgeous it seems. I never expected this and it was confusing. I carefully entered.

Siza laughed at my caution. “What are you afraid of haole? There’s no boogie man here, just me.” She took my hand and pulled me in. I remembered what she grabbed the other night and pulled. “I just got out of the shower and I’m all clean for you now.” For me? What was she going to do to me? Was she going to make me go skinny dip.?

Her apartment was small but nice. It was up two flights and had a view of the market below. That was kind of cool. I stood and looked outside in the late light of the day instead of looking at her, embarrassed to stare at her naked parts. “It’s really cool you are so close to the beach and also Waikiki. This place is Primo,” I said mimicking the locals and their use of the word. “Yes, I really like it. I’m really lucky to have my family so involved with this market. It is our life,” she said.