About a week after she had joined The Salient in September, Nora and I were together in the office. She was near me, sitting at a desk, banging away at an old Smith-Corona manual typewriter. Not only did she have her Burger King memoirs to write, but she also had been assigned a news story by senior editor Lilith. As the latter had said, “She needs to pay her dues here, like everyone else.”

That actually wasn’t true. I had known people who got right into music reviews, poetry, short stories, or whatever their main interest was. Lilith thought Nora was arrogant – well, she could be at times – and this was a way for her to be taken down a few pegs.

Whatever it was, that article was so boring that I don’t even remember what it was about. Nora was really struggling, typing for a bit, then scanning her notes about it. She sighed and grimaced a lot.

I was just sitting there gazing out the window and idly noting the buildings I could see: the former Theresa Hotel, the State office building, some nameless high-rise on St. Nicolas Avenue, Mount Sinai Hospital in the distance. Upper Manhattan is developing quite a skyline.

I felt a need to inform Nora of something. “Did you know that when Fidel Castro came to New York, he stayed at the Theresa Hotel?”

Nora stopped, but she didn’t reply. Instead, she got up and squatted next to me. In a quiet voice she said, “That fucking bitch Lilith, I’d like to get the longest, thickest dildo I can find and shove it up her tight little butthole.”

“She’d probably like that. Maybe you could get a strap-on.” I didn’t even know what a strap-on was until Nora had told me about them.

She confided to me, “You know that some of those things have an extension that goes into the pussy of the woman wearing it?”

“You both could have orgasms.”

“I bet that twat could use some good climaxes. She probably hasn’t had one in some time.” Nora smiled to herself. “She could straddle me while I was wearing it and take it into herself. Then you could kneel next to us and spank her haughty bare ass at the same time.”

“Double the pleasure, I see.”

“I bet she’d be so explosive that they’d be able to hear her yelling all the way down on 125th Street.”

It was quite amusing to try to imagine that. “You’re taking this a little too personally.”

“By the way, I want to talk to you about something, privately.”

There were only two other people in the room. “Why not here?”

She grabbed my arm. “Just come with me.”

We went all the way around the hallway to one of the window ledges on the north side, and we sat down. Nora was dressing better this semester, and she looked great. Her dark blonde hair was tied up behind her head. She was wearing a white pullover blouse, a gray skirt that came down just above her knees, and chunky white sandals. Perhaps today, her outfit would be called business casual, but the term hadn’t been invented yet.

I said, “So what can I do for you today?”

She put a hand on mine, “I want to propose a stunt that we can pull off right now.”

“What kind of stunt?”

“A sexual one, obviously.”

“Okay, why is that?”

“Because I’m horny, that’s why.” She went on, “I mean it’s too late to get your dad’s car or go out to Maspeth.”

I shouldn’t complain; this girl is one hot number. I decided to kid her a bit. “Nora, you have what they used to call ‘hot pants.’ And I don’t mean those little shorts that were fashionable for a while.”

From the way she was smiling, I could see that she took that as a compliment. Then she starting describing it. “Here’s how I see it going. Remember how I told you how in my hooking days I used to take customers into that little restroom in, what is it, Stieglitz Hall?” Stieglitz was one of several wings that were part of the Finley complex.

“So you want to give me a blowjob in that last stall in the back?”

“No, actually I want to have intercourse in there.” She must have seen my look of surprise. “The best way, I think, is for me to lift my skirt, bend over, and you can take me from behind.”

She looked at me as if assessing me. “Here, let me give you some motivation.” First, she pushed her glasses to the top of her head. Then she put her arms around me and started kissing me, passionately. After some of that, I was moaning, “Oh baby, you’re so sweet.”

Nora dropped her hand to my crotch and felt it. “I can see you’re ready to go.”

“That wasn’t quite fair.”

“Oh, I know you’re going to love it.”

After some more smooching, she stood up and said, “Come on, let’s go.”

Just outside the door to the restroom, I said, “So what are we going to do if somebody comes in?”

“I’ll just get up and squat on the toilet seat.”

“But you’re not going to start in that position. You’d better move fast.”

“You’d be surprised at how fast I can move.”

I went in first to make sure it was empty. The room was out-of-the-way and lightly used. That was why Nora had used it for hooking activities and I had used it for masturbation. Of course, at that time, neither one of us knew what the other was doing in there. We had virtually no conversations with each other when we had been sitting in that history class.

There were two stalls in the back, and we went into the one furthest from the door. It wasn’t quite going to be a quickie, but neither could we prolong our coupling in there. Basically, we got to the foreplay almost immediately.

She unbuckled my pants, but I said, “Take it easy, I don’t need too much of that.”

“But I’d like some if you don’t mind.”

She lifted her blouse and undid her bra, which was black, unusual for her. I sucked and licked her nipples, and she put her arms around me. Soon I had my hand under her skirt and I pulled her panties off. They also were black and seemed to match her bra. Rather carelessly, I left them on the floor.

“Cute panties.”

“They always are. And they’re new, you know. This is my first time with them.”

Nora put a leg up on the seat and I rubbed her underside. She was already getting quite wet.

“You dirty girl, you’re already lubricated.”

“The better to fuck you with, my dear.”

When she was ready, she pulled my pants down and rubbed my erect cock a few times. Then she lifted her skirt and turned around. As she bent over, I could see the remains of her summer tan lines. Rather then spending too much time admiring her pretty rear end, I held her hip with one hand while I used my other to guide my cock into her. She said, “Oh, yes!” as I did that. Her hands gripped the pipes in the back.

We had to keep our voices down, but we could do some quiet grunting and moaning as we pushed away at each other. In less than two minutes, we heard the outside door open. True to her word, Nora was up on the seat in what seemed like an instant.

Then we had some bad news as the guy went into the stall next to us. We heard him taking his pants down, and then the unfolding of a newspaper he was going to read. It was not going to be a quick defecation.

I gestured that we should get out of there. Nora shook her head and indicated that I should go and she would stay in place. Presumably, I would return when the room was clear.

Then we both noticed that her black panties were on the floor. I reasoned that picking them up would bring us more attention than just leaving them there. I shrugged and shook my head, and she seemed to agree. Maybe the guy would think I had brought women’s underwear to ejaculate into them, and then I had abandoned it.