murakami, haruki - Norwegian wood

"I don't know how you could change, so you must be fine the way you
are."
"How much do you love me?" Midori asked.
"Enough to melt all the tigers in the world to butter," I said. "Far out,"
she said with a hint of satisfaction. "Will you hold me again?"
We got into her bed and held each other, kissing as the sound of the
rain filled our ears. Then we talked about everything from the
formation of the universe to our preferences in the hardness of boiled
eggs.
"I wonder what ants do on rainy days?" Midori asked.
"No idea," I said. "They're hard workers, so they probably spend the
day cleaning house or stock-taking."
"If they work so hard, why don't they evolve? They've been the same
for ever."
"I don't know," I said. "Maybe their body structure isn't suited to
evolving - compared with monkeys, say."
"Hey, Watanabe, there's a lot of stuff you don't know. I thought you
knew everything."
"It's a big world out there," I said.
"High mountains, deep oceans," Midori said. She put her hand inside
my bathrobe and took hold of my erection. Then, with a gulp, she
said, "Hey, Watanabe, joking aside, this isn't gonna work. I could
never get this big, hard thing inside me. No way."
"You're kidding," I said with a sigh.
"Yup," she said, giggling. "Don't worry. It'll be just fine. I'm sure it'll
fit. Er, mind if I have a look?"
"Feel free."
Midori burrowed under the covers and groped me all over down there,
stretching the skin of my penis, weighing my testicles in the palm of
her hand. Then she poked her head out and sighed. "I love it!" she
said. "No flattery intended! I really love it!"
"Thank you," I said with simple gratitude.
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