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You play tricks on my mind.
You're everywhere, but you're so hard to find. You're not warm or sentimental. You're so extreme, you can be so temperamental.
So Urgent.
Foreigner.

March 1982.
Westridge Community College.

Coral greeted me at her dental station with an exaggerated wave and a smirk. "Hi, Ray. It's been two weeks."

"Uhh, sorry. I was busy filming."

She taunted, "Oh, did you find a suitable actress? Or wife? Just kidding."

I'll never live that down...

"Yeah, we got it all wrapped, but the girl we used wasn't nearly as pretty as you, Coral."

"Ray, my hair is a mess. I've got spit, blood, and toothpaste all over my blouse. You're prettier than me right now, but thank you. Have a seat, and we'll get started."

I took her hand, kissed it, then climbed into the reclined dentist's couch. Coral blushed and covered her mouth while looking around for witnesses. She played off the embarrassment by picking up a clipboard. "Ray, fill out this form, and make sure to sign it at the bottom so I get course credit for the cleaning. I'll be right back."

Even with the lusty x-ray vision every man possesses, I couldn't get a precise image of Coral's figure through her shapeless blue pants and blouse. Only a general slimness, with modest curves. However a brief outline of skimpy panties showed through as she reached into a supply cabinet.

I'm going with "Hot Body," until further notice...

I handed Coral the completed form, which she looked over. She slightly leaned on the couch's edge, so I moved my leg into light contact with hers. A slight twitch of her thigh let me know she felt it, but Coral otherwise ignored my touch.

Just the right amount of softness and mass. Sexy legs, I bet...

Physical and mental excitement led me to boldly flirt. "Coral, if you wanted my phone number, you could have just asked."

She ripped my carbon copy out, but instead of handing it to me, Coral folded the sheet and tucked it into her purse on the counter. "I did ask, Ray. Thank you."

She's really clever...

Petite fingers laid a bib on my chest, then pushed me down onto the couch. I tapped her very short, clear-coated nails. "I'm guessing you have to keep them trimmed back, and can't wear rings."

I punctuated the words by caressing Coral's ring finger with my thumb.

I'm getting hard...

She opened her thin-lipped mouth to say something, most likely a protest, then just patted my chest and took her hand away. Holding up a sharp pick, Coral warned, "Ray, I need you to behave for the next few minutes while I scrape the plaque. Any slip could be... painful."

Unable to help myself, I laid a hand on her upper thigh. "Okay, got it. How about after?"

She snorted, "Ray, you're something else. After? We'll see. You won't be able to talk with my hands in your mouth, so if there's anything you want to know about me, ask now."

I was well aware that she expected me to ask things like, "How long have you been in dental hygiene training?" or, "Where did you go to high school?"

That was not my style. Those were safe, generic questions. I wanted to know deeper things about people, especially a woman I hoped to fuck. "Coral, what would a happy life look like for you?"

While considering the words, she began scraping my bottom teeth. Two minutes passed in silence, and I figured she didn't care to answer, a common reaction to such open-ended questions.

Most people placed greater importance on the tangible than me, so Coral's lack of response was not surprising. However, she finally wiped a finger dripping with saliva and a trace of blood on my forehead.

That was supposed to go on the bib. Is she annoyed or flirting?

"Not much for small talk, are you Ray? Alright, then. Happy Coral? I guess having children who turn out well would be at the top of my list. Also, cleaning teeth at least part-time, because I love caring for people, even dubious characters like you."

I raised up to rinse and spit in the sink, then wiped my mouth off on the bib. Coral's downy forearm was inches away from my lips, so I lightly kissed it. During all that activity, my baggy gym pants had caught, forcing my pole straight up when I laid back down.

I pitched a tent for you, Coral...

She blankly gazed at the cheerful sight, then shook her head and gestured my mouth open by waving the pick. "I probably shouldn't ask, Ray, but what else do you want to know?"

"Where was your favorite place to go as a child?"

Coral took less care during our second round of scraping, and gouged me twice. I tried to be stoic and not wince, as she might have been testing me.

Halfway through, she said, "Marineland, in Palos Verdes. Sea creatures fascinate me. I also loved going to Catalina Island, and seeing the schools of flying fish gliding around the boat on the way back. Have you been to those places, Ray?"

All I could do is nod and stroke the back of her leg, stopping an inch below Coral's ass. She mostly ignored it. "Well, how about that, Ray. In your weird way, you found something we have in common. Okay, now tilt back and open wider."

Coral moved to the top of the couch and leaned over me. Very slowly, I shifted my head until it barely contacted a soft breast. She poked the pick into my gum, but didn't back up, so I continued moving into her moderate bosom until my ears felt its pillowy embrace.

I was expecting small boobs or even a flat chest, but Coral is packing least B cups, maybe even C's. Nice...

Her breath hitched, and I awaited my punishment. Instead, Coral dragged her right breast over my forehead as she stepped back. "Ray, I... you're making me, umm... a little uncomfortable."

I had to gargle, spit, and wipe my mouth before responding, which made Coral giggle. "I'm sorry. I'm not usually like this with women I don't know very well, but I just love touching you, Coral. It'll be challenging, but I'll stop. I promise."

She slipped a ring filled with toothpaste onto her finger, then pulled down the rotary tool. "Alright, Ray. Thank you. Umm, I don't hate it, but... just not... yet, okay? Look, we're almost done, then the instructor can check my work. Please try not to grope her, too."

Though my tool continued to blatantly display keen interest in her, both hands honored Coral's wishes. The left one even passed her test of brushing my fingers with a shapely calf when Coral lifted a knee on the couch to adjust an overhead light. As a reward, she patted my cheek and smiled at me.

I might be falling in love...

A few minutes later, she set her implements onto a tray. "Ok, Ray. Rinse out, and I'll get the instructor. Oh, wait!"

Coral licked her finger, then wiped off the bit of blood of my forehead before hurrying away. I read more into the act than she probably intended, and struggled to not respond in a sappy way.

I watched myself slowly subside in her absence, until Coral startled me by raising the couch back. She sat on her stool, just out my reach. "Ray. The instructor is going to be here in about ten minutes, so let's chat. I already know all your mundane information from the form you filled out, so answer me the same questions you asked. Besides lewdly touching me, what makes Ray get up in the morning?"

Was that flirty wordplay? She's so hard to read...

I played it straight. "There's two things that come to mind, Coral. Bringing joy to others through my creative pursuits, maybe even making their lives better. Also, someday I hope to have a long-lasting and deep emotional bond with a woman."

For the first time since I walked into her classroom, Coral seemed completely relaxed. She toyed with her light brown pageboy-cut hair while pondering my answer for a moment, then asked, "You mean love, right?"

"I guess that's what I'm saying. Yes, love."

"Ray, are you moving towards those goals?"

Admitting my flaws didn't rattle me.

Most of them...

"Probably not in the best ways, Coral. I want to be open to love, but sometimes, desires can block happiness."

She silently mouthed it to herself. "Desires can block happiness. You've given this some thought?"

"No, it just popped into my head. Sometimes I say things that I don't fully understand until later. It's just another weird thing with me."

She moved much closer to me. "Ray, you can be weird, but in a really sweet way. I kind of like that, and..."

Coral stood as her middle-aged instructor entered the station and picked up the clipboard. "Ray? How was your experience with Coral?"

Heh...

"Well, ma'am, Coral was very professional and capable. She did a fine job, and made it... fun."

Coral smiled innocently. The instructor eyed us with suspicion, then said, "Open your mouth, please."

The dour woman pointed out a few errors, then made notes. "Much better, Coral. Keep practicing. Ray, thank you for participating in her learning. Good day."

Time to make my move...

Butterflies battled with moths for control of my gut when Coral sat back down with me. "Ray, here's my phone number. I'm still not sure how I feel about you, but I'd love to spend some more time together."

Here we go...

I leaned forward. "Coral, so would I..."

She squeezed my hand, then left before I could kiss her.

Fuck. I'm completely confused. Does Coral like me or not? I don't want to waste time if she's not really into me. Shit. Maybe Coral's not special after all...

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