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dropped to witness her round bottom sticking out against her leggings, and I gasped aloud. I needed to stay and absorb the wonderful sight but my foolish legs, unused to hurried flight, had already taken me out of the hall, and 14

    the doors were swinging back to close and hide her.
    Her image wouldn‟t leave me. It made me so befuddled and lost me so much sleep it was almost a haunting. I spent hours bent over on my bed, my bare bottom reflected all around the room. I saw the curve of my cheeks and the dark split between them and wished my face could be just inches from it, absorbing its scent and beauty. I saw my tiny hole, hidden until I stuck my arse right out, a shy ring like an inward belly button with no trace of pucker, its little jet black opening at the heart.
    I watched engrossed as my wet finger slid slowly in and out while I longed for my bum to be hers.
    I went back to the gallery every day for a week in the hope that she would be there, my stomach lurching with pangs of panic when it struck me that I had walked out on her and might never see her again. I tried at different times of the day. I made excuses to leave work to see if she might be there mid morning, or late afternoon. Every time I went I stood before beautiful Erato and looked at her gorgeous stone bum and dreamt of it as real flesh, the flesh of the girl I had left in the gallery.
    And then, when my hopes had all but gone, she was there. I was once more forlornly stroking the statue and thinking of what might have been when I saw her from the corner of my eye. She had caught me fondling the inert marble once more and I should have whipped away my hands in embarrassment, but they stayed and continued their light caresses, even as I turned to her and met her gaze, seeing that same expressionless, wonderful face.
    My body fizzed with instant adrenalin but I wasn‟t going to lose her this time. I kept my nerve and tried to take back some control, stroking Erato‟s backside with nail-tip brushes that would have electrified real skin. I 15

    could see her gaze fixed on my hands now. I lightly cupped and gently squeezed at each unyielding stone bun, feeling their coolness at my palms, praying for herwarm softness instead. Then I sank to my knees, my face level with the marble bottom, not caring who saw me, as long as she did.
    I held each cheek of the stone posterior as if gently spreading them, and then slowly leant forwards, parting my lips to let my tongue snake out to its fullest extent.
    The tip alighted at the lowest point of the statue‟s rear, where the gown covered her once more, the artists leaving only the tiniest hint of bulging lips between the thighs. I laid the flat of my tongue to this and lapped upwards, slowly and deliberately, tracing a wet line all the way up the cleft of Erato‟s peachy buttocks, right to the small of her back.
    My head turned slightly as I licked, so that as my tongue finished its journey and remained stuck out and curled upwards at the tip, I was able to fix my gaze on her. I could see she was engrossed by my lewdness. Her mouth was slightly open and her bottom lip wet. Her eyes had a greater sparkle and seemed even darker brown than before. Her breath was sharp and erratic, and I knew that she was mine. I rose up again and turned to face her, my hands sliding off the statue, leaving poor Erato forgotten.
    Her expression was still blank but she had lost some of the composure and confidence of before. It was time for me to go in for the kill.
    I gave her the slightest smile and then walked nonchalantly away, feeling her eyes drilling into me once more. As I neared the exit doors I turned, and with one curling finger, beckoned her to follow me. As I left I didn‟t look back: I knew she would come, and the gentle swish of the double doors some ten seconds later 16

    confirmed this. I heard the soft pad of her flat shoes on the stairs as I descended and made my way out into the street and towards my home, with her