After ten years, he sounded happy to hear from me. It didn’t seem awkward or strange when he asked if he could stop-by my place, later. I gave him my address at Andover Square Condominiums,
explaining my patio backed up to Reservoir Park. Bill replied: “Leave the gate open and the patio light on. I’ll have my driver drop me off at your back door.”
patio door behind him and flashing his trademark open-mouth smile, Bill stepped into my living room. He wasted no time pulling me close, laughing in my ear, hugging me affectionately. It had been ten years since the two of us had walked the halls of the Arkansas
State Capital together. Since then, we’d both managed to expand our horizons in more than a few directions.
He listened to my pitch for an Arkansas Rail Historic Preservation Society;
he looked at the photos about my recent rescue of the 819 Steam Engine; he examined my proposal. Bill promised to help by introducing me to the woman in charge of Arkansas Parks and Tourism. Then, placing my packet back on the table, he suggested we enjoy
a little “catch up” time.
All totaled, Bill visited me twelve to fourteen times over a three month period. Each visit was memorable; there was never a dull moment. We were like
kids, entertaining each other with stories, songs, true confessions, and creative intimacy. Bill and I enjoyed each other’s company and yes, we had fun. In the beginning, almost like a
shy and inexperienced young boy, Bill sought my approval with every touch, every kiss, but that soon ended.
My young friend made me feel special, like he’d rather spend time
with me than anyone else. Bill’s not the most handsome man I’ve ever known but he made me feel like my breasts were the right size, my legs were the perfect length, I had an incredible body and, most importantly, I was beautiful.
There aren’t many men who know how to make love to a woman—that way. Yes, Bill could sometimes be a clown in the bedroom and....I guessed why. As long as our relationship stayed playful and
full of adventure, I might not take a “second look” at the size of his penis. Yes, it performed well but—it was a little-boy penis that just never quite—grew-up. (No, it wasn’t crooked or bent and No, it didn’t swing to
the left or the right.)
Bill was multi-faceted in bed which made up for his small package. He had an array of talents....like being a marvelous kisser, toucher, and possessing a mouth that
operated with perfect precision. I have no doubt Bill perfected his oral-sex skills by practicing on more sexually-astute women than Hillary.
Too many men ignore the sensitive area between
a woman’s legs; too many men fail to stimulate passion in a woman.....no problem. Bill was “on top” of it. Using his well-trained lips, hands, and tongue, Bill knew how to “prime the pump.”
PS. Yes, I made a major mistake in the eighties and today... I’d like nothing better than to erase Bill Clinton from my memories. Unfortunately, each us is responsible for our indiscretions.
And sometimes, our mistakes go public to become a permanent part of history.
Years after the fun, games, and pleasurable moments are gone, the reality of our past simply-won't