I've been to a couple of Greek restaurants that featured belly dancers myself, actually. The belly dancers' breasts in these establishments weren't 'bare,' though the bras that covered them were low cut and revealing. I assumed when you wrote that the dancers had thrust their bare breasts "in [your] mouth," you had meant to imply nipple involvement. But if, as you say in your clarification, it "wasn't the whole breast," I guess we're talking nuzzling of the upper breast, and not really about a breast "in" the mouth, in the usual, nipple-involved, sense.
(Now let me see... will you now say, No, this was a topless belly dancer, and the only reason her "whole breast" wasn't in your mouth was not for want of her trying, but because the effort was hampered by the breast's sensational proportions?)
You gave the story of the belly dancer's putting her breast in your mouth as the first example of events that took place at "live sex shows," and it is true that the two Greek restaurants of my acquaintance at which belly dancers performed did not bill the acts as "live sex shows," pelvic gyrations notwithstanding. So I do remain surprised that the students, (including a female student,) attended a live sex show with their professor. In many colleges, I feel certain, this would, in 1999, even, be grounds for dismissal of even a professor with tenure.
Don't be annoyed at my questions, please. I am interested in your writing, and for this reason have a drive to figure out where the autobiography ends and the short story begins. Or, put another way, what passages, if scrutinized, will evoke the dimmer switch! If you ask me not to look so closely, I'll comply, though.... |
