murakami, haruki - Norwegian wood

"This went on for a while, and then her right hand started to move
down, and she touched me through my panties. By then, I was
absolutely soaking wet. I'm ashamed to say it, but I've never been so
wet before or since. I had always thought of myself as sort of
indifferent to sex, so I was astounded to be getting so worked up. So
then she puts these slim, soft fingers of hers inside my panties, and ...
well, you know, I can't bring myself to put it into words. I mean, it
was totally different from when a man puts his clumsy hands on you
there. It was amazing. Really. Like feathers or down. I thought all the
fuses in my head were going to pop. Still, somewhere in my foggedover
brain, the thought occurred to me that I had to put a stop to this.
If I let it happen once, I'd never stop, and if I had to carry around a
secret like that inside me, my head was going to get completely
messed up again. I thought about my daughter, too. What if she saw
me like this? She was supposed to be at my parents' house until three
on
Saturdays, but what if something happened and she came home
unexpectedly? This helped me to gather my strength and raise myself
on the bed. "Stop it now, please stop!' I shouted.
"But she wouldn't stop. Instead, she yanked my panties down and
started using her tongue. I had rarely let even my husband do that, I
found it so embarrassing, but now I had a 13-year-old girl licking me
all over down there. I just gave up. All I could do was cry. And it was
absolute paradise.
""Stop it!' I yelled one more time and slapped her on the side of the
face as hard as I could. She finally stopped, raised herself up and
looked into my eyes. The two of us were stark naked, on our knees, in
bed, staring at each other. She was 13, I was 31, but, I don't know,
looking at that body of hers, I felt totally overwhelmed. The image is
still so vivid in my mind. I could hardly believe I was looking at the
body of a 13-year-old girl, and I still can't believe it. By comparison,
what I had for a body was enough to make you cry. Believe me."
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