"Lisa Tuttle & Steven Utley - In the Hole" - читать интересную книгу автора (Tuttle Lisa)

lessen until finally he saw her, just her outline and a hint of her face. When
he opened his arms, she would melt into them, kiss him passionately and
explore his body with her hands and mouth while he gasped and shuddered
with pleasure. To his wondering amazement, the girl who came to him in the
hole was not the shy virgin he remembered, but a lover every bit as
practiced, skilled, and uninhibited as the stars of the pornographic videos
he had watched with the other guys before his capture. She could do
anything, and would do everything he had ever dared to imagine. She knew
just what would please him, what would excite and sustain him, and
thousands of times she had brought him release.

And when she left, he would touch his face in the darkness, just to
make sure he was still there.

Now, as he lay in CaraтАЩs soft bed, in the dim light, aware of her real,
solid body pressed so close against his, he longed for her to make the first
move, as she had always done in his fantasies. He was too fearful of
spoiling the moment with his clumsiness and ignorance to touch her first.
He was still a virgin, just as when they had said goodbye, but then he had
been young, strong, responsive to the desires of the girl he loved. Now, he
was old and weak as well as inexperienced, and he did not know the
woman beside him.

He heard her sigh, felt her shift a little beside him, and he stopped
breathing in the intensity of his hope that it was about to begin at last, for
real, that the love that had kept him alive in the hole would bring him back to
life. He would be reborn at her hands; it was the only way.

Nothing happened. He did not feel her hands on him, he felt nothing,
only, as he began to breathe again, he thought he heard her whisper, faintly,
тАЬKiss me.тАЭ

He turned his head and saw her waiting for his kiss. He pressed his
lips to hers for the first time since the day he had left her at the bus station.
He kissed a strangerтАЩs mouth. He tried to ignore that chill warning and kept
his lips on hers, as he felt her hands begin to move on his back. Now,
surely, she would give herself to him.

Her hands remained lightly pressing on his back, however, holding
him in a chaste embrace, never straying below his waist, showing no
inclination to go exploring. He continued kissing her until his lips grew
numb, and then he drew back. For the first time since they had left the
kitchen they looked into each otherтАЩs eyes, and he saw there bewilderment
and sadness, her feelings reflecting his own.

The love he had come looking for existed only in a dream. He closed
his eyes.

Cara would not let him give up, however. Just as, once, his memory
of her had kept him alive, now the real woman refused to let the dream die.