Limp Teddy

LIMP TEDDY

I just finished crooning a requested song when I saw him barging in from the doorway. I can sense he's already intoxicated. Perhaps, he's been out there, bar-hopping or what, it's only a guess. But I noticed that he's quite of a man. He's tall, and although quite a bit lanky, his broad shoulders. projects a sense of strength. And he's quite good looking. Like a typical boy-next- door, or a young matinee idol. And I noticed, he's wearing nice and expensive clothes.

I took my seat at the far corner of the dimly lighted hall of the club to wait for my cue. We have a live band in the club, and there were three of us to do the live singing.

I saw our head waiter ushering off the man on a table near the stage. And soon, I saw the girls swarmed at his table like some persistent flies. And I can hear their raucus laughters and giggles, as they enjoyed their free drinks, and have the drunk man fill them up for the night.

And when I finished singing my final song for the night, I saw the man paying the bar fine, and with the cooing girl holding on to his arm, I heard a cab stopping by and spirited them away.

And I saw the man became a regular fixture at the club. I saw him on Fridays and Saturdays, my day off is on Sundays.

But soon he became a notoriety in the club, that the regular girls avoided him and even avoid to talk about him. And this aroused my curiosity.

I just finished singing my piece on stage, when a waiter called my attention and handed me a piece paper and a hundred peso bill, neatly tucked on it. The waiter pointed to tne man, after giving me the note. He was requesting me to sing "Careless Whisper." I saw him positioned himself at his table facing the stage.

I acknowledged his request and announced it on the microphone. He gestured a toast, holding his glass in my direction, as I belted out his requested song. I imagined myself singing just for him. There was only the two of us. With our gaze locked and the song is serenading the stillness of the night.

" Can I joih you? " I saw him more closer as I siddled nearer. And he's not only handsome, but he has that exquisite look and attractiveness that could make every woman's heart, flutter.

" Of course, you can, it's everyone's table! " He blurted nonchalantly.

He called tne attention of a waiter nearby, and asked for a glass and an ice bucket.

" Here, let us share my Bourbon," He said as he gave me the extra glass he requested.

" I'm sorry, I don't want to get drunk tonight," I told him, as he put two chunk of ice on the glass.

" So, it seems you want to earn your lady's drink for the night, huh! " He told me bluntly.

" But, I'm sorry, I don't have any money left to buy you a drink, honey," He blurted, and took out his wallet and showed me its content. So, I think I have an idea now, why the regular girls in the club just avoided him.

" So, you want me to buy my own drinks, while I make you company?" I also blurted out in consternation.
" But, you're the one who asked to sit here with me," He bluntly reminded me.

I have this notion of pulling over, and smack clean his handsome face with my clinched fist. I stood up. But he was quick, and grasp my arm.

" Please sit down," He asked me softly as if in a distant whisper.

" I'd love you to make me company tonight," He said, as he called the attention of a waiter. I was aghast when he ordered three cups of lady's drink. I feel he wanted to insult me. Again, I got the notion of clinching my fist and whack him in the chin.

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" I lied when I said I don't have money. I have this compulsion to lie before a beautiful woman," He chuckled while saying this.

" And, you think I'm beautiful? " I asked him.

" You're quite bright, honey pinning me. But, I am truthful whenever I describe the countenance of a woman," He chuckled softly, as he filled his empty glass.

" Thanks for these drinks. Though I wonder, what makes you think I'm this thirsty, ordering three cups at once? " I asked him looking at the bridge of his pointed nose.

" Ah, that's your limit. There's no more after that! " He looked at me and raised his glass.

" You're really beautiful. Let us toast to your beauty and to this lovely night," And he gulped the glass of wine as if he was just drinking a glass of water. He even didn't waited for me to raise my cup.

" And yet you are again with your compulsion," I retorted and mimicked his chuckle. This time, he clinked his glass after filling it up again, with my cup, and we drank together.

" By the way, can I ask why it seems, most of the girls here seems to avoid you? " I asked after he bought me another three cups of lady's drinks. My back up singer was on the stage crooning "We All Fall Inlove Sometimes" by Elton John.

" Oh, they are just sore losers," He said nonchalantly and he shrugged his broad shoulders.

" How is that? " I curiously asked.

He took a long time before he answered.

" I made a bet with each of them, that I will pay them triple the amount of their service fee, if tbey can make my limp here," He pointed his crotch and look at me as if he was asking for my sympathy.

" Make it erect and stiff so I can stuff it in their wombs," He finished his sentence gulping down another shot of the Bourbon.

" But if they fail, they will refund me the money I pay as bar fine, " He continued.

" So, how they did they manage? " I asked.

" They refunded me the bar fines," He sighed.

I laughed out so loud that I almost rolled over with laughter.

" You've scammed them, you fool. You duped those poor girls," I can imagine the looks of disdain and dismay, from those who accepted his cnallenge.

" A girl even tried for more than an hour, sucking and masturbating, and stuffing my limp into her vulva, to no avail," He said letting out a heavy sigh.

" Do you want to try your luck? " He asked. I can see his sheepish grin. And I feel again this notion that I want to give him an upper cut to his chin.

" No, I am not interested, and besides, I am not sexy enough to wake up your limp dick, " I told him shaking my head vigorously.

And we spend the night until the club has to close. He was very drunk.

" Bea, can you dump him somewhere? " Asked our Floor Manager.

" I have to manage, just help me find a cab," That's what I told her. But I feel I have some few misgivings bringing the man in my home.

I live in a modest home, somewhere in the suburbs of the city. It was left to me as a gift by a fine old gentleman, who I met three years ago, and who decided he wanted he wanted to spend his remaining days with his family in the States. He was a retired pilot in the US airforce. We lived in this abode for more than a year. He was a sweet and kind old man, who looked like George W. Bush, the former president of the USA. Our relationship, mostly was for companionship. He sustained an irreparable damage to his manhood in one of his stints serving his country's many wars. He built this modest house for me. It has a sprawling lawn with bermuda grass and nice shrubs lining up the whole perimeter of concrete fence securing the lot, and ensuring the privacy of the abode.

He even had a swing cot constructed near the house where we spent endless afternoons just sitting there, talking about his younger years, telling me that I reminded him about his first love he had to forgo to serve his country's many wars. He was very generous. He said, in his own way, he tried to correct his country's faults, by giving opportunities to people like me, for a better life. And he left me a trust fund for the maintenance of tne house, and my other expenses, when he found out his cancer was terminal. He even gifted me a beetle for a car.

I can live without working with the trust fund he had left me behind. But I feel fate is pulling me into that direction, the reason is not clear for me at the moment. We are just slaves to our fate. We can only grudgingly live the moments as they go along.

He's heavy, what with that drunken and wobbly gait. To achieve some balance, I allowed him to slung his lanky arm in my shoulder. He kept on moaning as I dragged him along the pathwalk to the door of my home.

" Leah, why? " He kept on repeating, mumbling these unintellible words, until we reached the front door. And as soon as I opened the door with my key, he let go of my hand, hold on to the left side of the jamb and puked. I almost puked myself.

I run to the toilet and grabbed a towel, and went back to him and walked him up to the sofa. I felt a deep pity on him as he puked again. I went back to the kitchen and took a small, stainless wash basin, for him to puke on, as I went back to the toilet to get the mop and clean his puke at the door way.

" Leah? "He grasped my hand holding the mop. And then he fell asleep.

I sighed, and shook my head in desperation. It was good that I was not sleepy yet. I hurried up to my room to change my clothes. I just put on my favorite slacks, and went back to him.

I watched him snoring in my sofa. An adorable man-doll of a man. A total stranger brought by fate into my door. Another limp-teddy like my old man.

I get to work, and reminded myself to charge him for these mess. I removed his clothes, leaving only his jockey. I sorted out the pockets of his pants. I got a wallet at the back pocket, a wad of paper bills of of one thousand peso denomination in the left pocket. And on the right pocket, I found some loose change, and the receipts of the drinks he paid in the club.

After making sure that all the pockets in his expensive clothes were empty, I put them into my washer, and turned it on.

Then I went back at him. I took some hot water from the hot shower, in the wash basin. And with a hand towel I washed his his handsome face. He laid there motionless, as if dead. Only his snore and the heaving of his be-muscled chest told me that he was just asleep.

And I dared to removed his jockey, and put it in the washer too. And I saw with my own eyes his limpness. He was also generously been endowed down there. He's huge, though limp. I saw, it was almost more than six inches and its thickness can be compared to the bottle of a roll-on deorant. So, how much more if it goes stiff? I felt a lump of heat forming on my groin, with the thoughts. And I thought this feeling was a distant longing I've learned to tame for so long as I can remember. And here, watching his limp-teddy, I can feel the rawness of my lust coming back to life.

I went to my dresser and took out an oversize sweat-shirt and one of my jogging pants. It took me a long time to cover his nakedness.

I was up earlier than the alarm clock which I've set at 6:00 am. I haven't got a good sleep really. I was ironing dry when I saw him stretching his two long hands in tne air.

" So, you took me home, honey? " He said, as he stood up from the sofa. He found my extra slippers I have put at the floor near the sofa.

" So, how was it? I mean, did I do something worse last night? I went totally black out," He said, as he stood near me while I was ironing dry his clothes. I told him he puked all over so I need to wash his clothes.

" I am charging you for all these mess. And while I tend to your clothes, you can make two cups of brewed coffee," I said to him pointing at the coffee brewer.

He obliged, and returned as I was finished ironing his clothes. But I noticed he was holding only a cup of coffee in his hands.

" Where is my coffee? " I asked.

" Here, we can share this cup, " He said, and took a sip and gave the cup to me.

" I took the cup with my two hands and took a sip from the other side of the lip of the cup, where hls lips had sunk. He made a low chuckling sound when he gets back the cup and drank where my lips had sunk. And we finished drinking the brewed coffee this way.

" I must go now, " He said, after taking a hot shower and putting on his clothes. He's really good looking that I hope my gaze did not reveal my admiration. He took out the wad ot one thousand peso bill in his pocket, and took out five pieces of these and gave it to me.

" But, I have already taken five thousand from your money," I told him.

" It's okay. Call this gratuity tip. I feel grateful for what you did for me last night and today, " I can feel the sincerity in his voice when he told me this.

" Can I kiss you? " He asked. And I thought, it was only my distant dream. But our gazed had locked. And I saw in his eyes no lust. It was a longing. An affection echooing mine.

I closed my eyes as his moist and tender lips reached for my own. I haven't been kissed so tenderly and affectionately as he did thar morning. And that made my heart fluttered with some distant dream.

" Thank you, for making me feel I have a wife even for a while, " He whispered.

And he hurried off. I went with him to door, when I remember, until now, I still don't know his name yet.

" Hey, wait a minute," I shouted.

" What's your name? " I shouted again when he stopped and looked back.

And immediately went back to where I stood at the doorsteps.

" I'm sorry, I have been forgetful lately, it's Teddy. Teddy Erico. " He took out his wallet and gave me his calling card.

I sighed, he's really is limp Teddy!

" My name is Bea," I told him my name. He again chuckled softly.

" It rhymed with Leah," He said, and I was surprised when he kissed me again in the lips. It was not exactly a kiss but he buzzed my lips with his. But what he'd done kept me mesmerized and glued to where I stood.

" I'll see you Bea, Be safe, okay, " He whispered.

And from that day, he spend the nights in the club drinking alone, waiting for me to join him at his table. Sometimes he would request me to sing some love songs like Neil Sedaka's "My World Get Smaller Everyday".

I wanted him to open up his world even just a little bit for me to be able to peek on. To know what makes him tick. But, he always go around, parrying my inquisitive notions with his avowed compulsion of telling lies.

" Teddy, who's Leah? " I asked. I've had two shots of Bourbon. It gave me the courage to prowl my questions on what was going on my mind.

" It rhyme with your name," He answered with his characteristic nonchalance.

" I asked not the 'it', but the 'who'." I persisted.

" Oh, okay. She's someone that I used to know," He replied as he refilled our glasses with Bourbon.

" Someone that you used to know—and love? " I asked him. I wonder why we would ask questions, whem we know the answer would hurt us.

" That was sometime ago," He said, clinking his glass with mine. Teddy is really good with his compulsion.

" Do you want to come inside? " I asked, I just alighted from the cab that we took from the club. How will I tell that I wanted him tonight, that my whole self was aching to be with him.

" The cab is waiting. I look to tne day we spend our moments in your bed, sober and conscious of our feelings," He said. I wonder he spoke with sense when we finished off the bottle of Bourbon.

I went back to him and kissed his lips hungrily.

" Good night Bea. Be safe," And he kissed my cheeks. I watched the cab down the road until it was out of my sight.

" Can we go to the park this Sunday? " He asked.

" I heard, there are some new rides we can try, " He continued. I asked myself, of all places, why the park? Why not a cool room with a nice bed, for a date? But, it's more cozy for him to enjoy our date in the park than finding ourselves on the bed where his limp won't perform.

" What do you have here," He asked, as it seemed he fancied about my beetle. He seemed fascinated with the car.

" Why aren't you bringing it to the club, do you drive, " He asked, as he walked around the car.

" it's beautiful. Tnis was an original model . And it's well preserved and maintained. The paint is original and the gloss is amazing, " He said, sounding like he is an authority about cars.

" I brought it once to the club, it ellicited guffaws and whistles from the girls and the boys. They told me, that they were not expecting that I was an antique collector, " I said, as I framed myself in the doorsteps, hoping he looked and admired me, instead of my old car.

" Ah, it's because, most people are not appreciative of things from the past," He said. And then he looked at me. I love his gaze. And was hoping that the glimpse of adoration in his eyes was not one of his compulsions.

I was wearing a faded denim and a loose sweat shirt, donned with a heeled shoes. Anyway, it was only a date in tne park. And I found him exquisitely adorable too, in a casual white polo shirt, denim pants and a white moccasin shoes.

" You looked so much beautiful in that attire," He mused. Almost all women would want to be able to showcase their beauty on their dates. I just wanted to be in my natural self that day, sans the make-up I usually wear in the club.

" It's not a compulsion? " I teased him, as I walked nearer to him.

" You are always my truth, Bea," He quipped.

" Can we use your car? I have this sudden itch to drive," He pleaded.

" I didn't know you drive," I said, watching him intently.

" I do before. I even did some drag racing," He boasted.

gI went back to the house to get the car key and a chamois cloth, and a rag.

" Here, dry the dew in the side mirror, " I threw to Him the chamois cloth.

" And wipe your hands with this," I told him, giving him a clean rag.

I noticed he was adept at driving. He was so smooth in changing gears. And I thought, if he would be so smooth and adept at making love. This thought made me feel hot and moist in my groin.

He bought a medium cup of popcorn and a cup of soda as we strolled in the park. As it Sunday, there were slew of people roaming around. We found a quite secluded place to sit and relax and enjoy each other's company. We sat in the well-manicured grass of the park. Our backs were near its concrete perimeter wall. We have a good view of the rides, and the promenaders enjoying the somewhat cloudy day.

" Why is it that you bought one cup of soda, and a cup of popcorn too," I asked, as I siddled near him, and we shared nibbling the popcorn. I smell his manly scent enhanced by the faint scent of men's cologne he was using.

" It's practical. We can finished it, and we can buy again if we want to. Besides, I want to feel my feelings, having to share with you these little things," He replied, without looking at me.

" Do you love me Ted?" I asked him, afraid of what his reply might be.

" That, I'm afraid to find out if I do," He said. And I feel the sincerity in his voice.

" I will think of it as positive reply. I love you Ted, and I'm willing to wait, until your'e sure that the feeling is mutual, " I confessed my own feelings to him that day.

And I guess, that was always the implausibility of a woman's proposition, knowing that the end could be paintul and uncertain. But a woman in love always choose to take the risk.

He stood up and grabbed my hand.

" Finish that up, and we take the rides," He urged me, as he gulped the soda. I put a mouthful of the popcorn and threw the cups in the waste container as we hurried to the rides.

We took the Ferris Wheel first.

" The view, up here is exhilirating. We can see the world. Below us, above us. Around us, " He enthused.

" And when we're down here, we see only the ground. We are afraid to look up, afraid even of looking around us. That's life," He philosophied.

" And I want you to bear this in your mind, that from hereon, you have me. Down or up, or in between, I'll be here for you, " He said. I hold his warm hands as if in a dream. And it sure painful to wake up.

We then took the Octopus ride. I felt my world went on a dizzying spin as the seat we were strapped went whirling as we were hurtled up and down. I let go a shriek hold him like a leech, as he laughed and hold me in tight embrace.

" If we live together, and life could be mean and unkind, it could send us hurtling and spinning like that. But I would love you holding on to me like that Bea," He said as we alighted from the ride.

The last ride we took was the roller coaster.

" Why do you close your eyes Bea? " He shouted.

" Because I'm afraid we might fall, " I shouted back.

" Then, won't it be much better if we see with open eyes where we may fall? " He shouted again.

I opened my eyes, and let go again a shriek as we went upside down. I hold on to him, and he held me tightly. But I noticed he was closing his eyes too.

" You're a cheat! " I shouted to him.

" I'm not, I closed my eyes to savor your warmth and your nearness! " He shouted back and kissed me. We kissed until the ride came to a halt.

And when we alighted from the roller-coaster, it started to rain. I left him for a while to get an umbrella from the car.

" It's good that you brought this small umbrella," He mused.

" So I can embrace you, as we walk to tne car! " He said amusingly.

The rain was falling in big drops when we closed the gate of the garage.

" Bea, can we bathe in the rain? " He asked, his eyes glistening.

It was a good idea. It had been a long time that I have taken a bath in the rain. I went to the cot swing and removed my slack, my heels and my bra. I have only my loose-fitting sweat shirt and my panty.

He quickly took off his shoes, pants and polo shirt, leaving only his boxer shorts on, and his wristwatch. When I motioned him about the wristwatch he just nodded and we went in the lawn where there was a heavy downpour.

" It's waterproof, " He said about his watch and we frolicked in the rains.

Soon the rains had me wet all over.

" Bea, " He uttered my name as if it was a whisper from tne distant past. There was an urgency in his voice. I saw those varied emotions in his eyes. Admiration, adoration, affection, and lust, as he watched my full breast with my erect nipples visible through my wet shirts. I looked down at my crotch covered only with the flimsy panty I was wearing. My vulva too was now visible. And I saw a huge bulge inside his rain drenched boxer short.

" You've got a hard on, Ted, " I whispered as he went over me.

" Yes, Bea, " He moaned almost tearfully.

" And I want it inside you," He whispered lustfully.

" Here? " I moaned, as he reached my breasts, touching them inside my wet shirts with his quivering hands.

We kissed hungrily as he probed my throbbing vulva with his finger. I hastened to remove my panty as he removed his boxer shorts. I laid down on the wet lawn and spread my legs wide open as he had his huge limp coming back to life.

He immediately went down to his knees, and put his huge stiffness at the entrance of my moist pussy.

He pushed, and I somewhat retracted my pelvis. He reached for my lips and kissed me as he thrusted his huge phallus deep inside my vulva. As he was adept in changing gears when he drove my car, he was equally adept too, thrusting his hugeness inside me. He started in slow rythmnic thrust. Then slowly upped his strokes in measured crescendo. His moans became gasps. His breath, panting. Like a runner nearing to the finish line he goaded his thrusts. And every thrust of his phallus I returned with a grind with my pelvis.

" Bea, I'm on, I'm comingggg, ohhhhh,"

His moan got drowned in the rains.

" I'm coming too Teddy, ohhhhh," And we held on to each other, as we cum together. I felt it was a dream.

But, it was true. We did it twice on the wet lawn as the rains was raging. And we made love at the cot swing. After we dried up, we did it on my bed till the wee hours of the morning.

And I have thought my happiness will not end. But I was mistaken. Two weeks after that fateful day, he left, without even saying goodbye. He just stopped seeing me. He stopped going to the club. And worst, he left me with a throb in my womb.

As soon as I realized I was pregnant, I stopped working in the club. It was as if by providence that a company was offering financial assistance and advisory, that I was able to have a small grocery store near my home. The company helped me turned my garage into a grocery store. It even provided me a househelp. So, I was able to cope with my pregnancy and tending the grocery store.

I missed Teddy so much. But, I have my little Ted, to cheer me up. He looked like Teddy in many ways. His eyes, his pointed nose, his exquisite handsome face. Even his huge endownment in his crotch.

And he was three year old, when Teddy came knocking at my door.

" How are you, Bea? " He said half-smiling.

My first notion was to knee him in the groin and whack him with an uppercut to his chin.

But I didn't. I found the fool me hugging him crying.

" Where have you been, Teddy, I've been missing you all these years, " I heard myself blurted out.

" It's a long story, but I come here to stay with you. My business went bankrupt and I get thrown out from my condo. I got my things here," He explained, and showed me a parked truckload of home appliances and fixtures.

I was aghast and now I really wanted to kick him in the groin.

" You go inside and have a look at your son," Again, I don't understand why I was saying things which I was not thinking to say, in the first place.

" Where is he? " He asked as he signalled the men in the truck to unload.

I watched him cuddle our baby. And I am wondering that he was not surprised that he has a son.

" Kiss your Dad, Ted," I urged my son.

" Daddy, " And the two hugged each other. I reached for the two of them and hug them tightly.

Where's my old sofa and the old appliances? " I asked him. I noticed that all the appliances and the furnitures were brand new.

" We will just donate them to a charitable institution, " He said nonchalantly.

" These appliances and the furnitures are my wedding gift to you," He continued.

" What wedding gift? " I asked with a lump in my throat.

He took out a small lackey in his pocket, and gave it to me.

" We will get married. Will you marry me?" He asked.

" I really did not ieft you. My mom called me up from Singapore when I left. I didn't said goodbye because I did not intend to leave you. My Dad divorced my mom. So I have to leave to manage our business in Singapore. And I filed an annulment from Leah. The company that helped you is my local subsidiary here. I really, did not leave you. Our date in the park made me realized that I love you. " This was his lengthy explanation.

Now, we're married. And he's no limp-Teddy anymore. He has me, to make his teddy go stiff with my loving. True love cures even an Erectile Dysfunction!

THE END.