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Archive name: tariq.txt (MF, rom, no sex, true)
Authors name: Lusty Wench (c) July 1999
Story title : Tariq

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Tariq (MF, rom, no sex, true)
by Lusty Wench (c) July 1999

***

When I graduated from college, I was a very odd mixture 
of raging hormones and innocence. I grew up in a small 
town in the panhandle of Texas, in what seems now to be 
an amazingly sheltered environment. I was the perfect 
child. I was the darling of teachers from grade school 
through high school. I was first chair flute in the 
school band. I took every advanced math, science, and 
english class the school offered. I spent almost every 
evening in long rehearsals for many school plays. I 
participated in numerous state scholastic competitions. 
I took an after-school job as the assistant to the 
church secretary.

With all these activities, there was never room in my 
life for boys. Oh, sure, I had the usual schoolgirl 
crushes, and there were several boys who I considered my 
good friends. But the boys on whom I developed crushes 
never gave me a second look, and amazingly I was not 
particularly upset by this. Consequently, I made it 
through high school with nary a date. The only time I 
actually kissed a boy happened when it was called for in 
my part in the senior play.

When I left the backwoods of the panhandle to attend 
Texas A&M University, I was suddenly thrown into a whole 
new world. During those four years, I did meet and date 
a few guys. One or two actually cared about me; a few 
others had only one thing on their minds. While I was 
ready and willing to experiment, my upbringing still had 
a stranglehold. I never let go completely, and thus made 
it through college with my virginity intact.

I graduated with a degree in petroleum engineering when 
job prospects for petroleum engineering graduates were 
at their absolute worst. In order to pay the bills while 
I looked for a "real" job, I took a position at a local 
shop that provided copying and typing services to the 
university community. Yep, I was running a copy machine.

While this was not really the ideal job, I am convinced 
that it is the one single thing that caused me to 
finally come out of my shell. I had always been shy and 
reserved. This job forced me to deal with numerous 
people every day, and slowly my personality changed 
immensely. I became much more self-confident, and even 
what felt to me to be extremely aggressive in some 
situations.

One of the regular customers at the shop was a guy from 
Saudi Arabia named Tariq. He first caught my attention 
by signing his check in Arabic. Though he had a very 
slight accent, and his features were slightly foreign, 
one could easily mistake Tariq for an American upon 
first acquaintance. But the Arabic signature was a dead 
giveaway.

As a graduate student in civil engineering, Tariq 
regularly had papers to write for his classes. He always 
brought them to the shop, and since I was working there 
full-time, I was normally there when he came in. This 
guy was the epitome of suave. And yet, he was also very 
natural and friendly, and I immediately developed a 
strong interest in him. I did everything I could to make 
sure that I was the one to help him whenever he came in, 
and slowly we began getting to know each other. It was a 
maddeningly slow process, however, because we never had 
more than a minute or two to talk before he or I had to 
be off on some other task.

Finally, one day I got a lucky break. Tariq picked up a 
paper that needed one or two corrections, and since the 
typist who did the job was not on duty at the time I got 
to work on fixing the problems. It's hard to imagine 
now, but this was a time when word processors were not 
yet ubiquitous. In the shop, however, we had one 
personal computer and some of the typing was done on it 
with Word Perfect. The only computer I had used before 
was a Prime mini-computer, so I was pretty clueless 
about what to do with Tariq's paper, which of course was 
done in Word Perfect.

While I fumbled with the file, Tariq sat with me and we 
flirted outrageously. We actually got to spend about 15 
minutes or so together, and at the end I was convinced 
that he was at least moderately interested in me. I was 
elated, but at the same time slightly depressed, because 
it seemed unlikely that Tariq would come into the shop 
to ask me out and as far as I knew he did not know how 
to contact me otherwise.

I decided, after much tormented soul-searching, to call 
him and ask him out myself. Once I decided to make the 
call, I must have dialed the number a hundred times, 
hanging up each time before it could ring. What if I 
identified myself and he said "Diana who?"? How would he 
react to some relative stranger calling him for a date? 
Eventually, I took several deep breaths and dialed the 
final time.

"Hello."

"Tariq? This is Diana..." I prayed that he would know 
who it was.

"Oh, hi!" Just like he expected me to call!

"Um, I was wondering if you might like to go see a movie 
or something with me tonight..." Please, please, 
*please* let him say yes!

"No, I don't want to see a movie, but how about dinner?"

Dinner??!! Yes!! Anything!!!

"Sure, dinner sounds fine." It was all I could do not to 
jump up and down and shout for joy!

We agreed upon a time, and I gave him directions to pick 
me up. When my roommate got home later, I practically 
mowed her down at the door, bouncing with excitement. 
Barbara was about the same age as my mom, and during the 
time I lived with her she was both a good friend and a 
surrogate mother figure. Thankfully, she did not have 
the emotional hangups towards me that a mother (my 
mother especially) would have when her daughter starts 
to become sexually active.

Barbara was thrilled for me, and I think she was even 
more thrilled (perhaps in a different way) when she was 
introduced to Tariq when he brought me home that night. 
Tariq's family is very affluent, and he was educated in 
an American school in Saudi Arabia. He is comfortable in 
every social situation, completely at ease and in 
control. He is extremely good looking, and oh! so 
charming. And yet he is totally genuine, an absolutely 
perfect man. Barbara was very impressed. I was in shock 
that he could be interested in me.

Tariq and I dated throughout that fall; we went out 
several times a week. On our first date he told me that 
he had planned on calling me himself. He admonished me 
that I should not go around asking men out (his male-
superior upbringing at work there). We spent hours 
talking, about anything and everything. With Tariq I 
felt completely at ease. There was nothing that we 
couldn't talk about. We discussed sex with such 
frankness that he certainly came away with the 
impression that I was much more sophisticated than I 
really was.

Some of the time we spent together was at Tariq's 
apartment, so there were times when the sexual tension 
was palpable, but things still did not progress further 
than many passionate kisses. I was becoming very much 
attached to this wonderful guy, and feeling many 
emotions that were entirely new to me. Most of them were 
decidedly unchaste. But Tariq had a kind of reserve 
about him; I often felt he was keeping me at arm's 
length, even as I felt that he cared about me deeply.

Finally, as Christmas time approached, Tariq and I went 
out for what would be the last time before he went to 
Saudi Arabia to spend the holidays with his family. We 
ate a leisurely dinner, enjoying each other, then went 
to Tariq's apartment, neither of us anxious for this 
particular evening to end.

 We sat beside each other on the couch. Soon we were 
kissing, and our hands were roaming freely. Before I 
knew it, we were both naked, save the pearl necklace I 
still wore around my neck. I was so caught up in the 
moment that I was not thinking at all. I only wanted 
Tariq to take me...now! 

Neither of us had any form of protection, and even had I 
thought of it I would have happily continued without. I 
was absolutely certain that I wanted Tariq to be the 
first for me, and this was the night it would happen.

Literally on the brink of penetration, Tariq paused and 
asked, "You are on the pill, right?" When I dazedly said 
no we both realized with great frustration that we would 
go no further on this night. We continued to cuddle on 
the couch, but most of the magic was gone. 

Eventually, we dressed and he drove me home. I wanted 
desperately to talk about it, for Tariq to tell me it 
was OK, but he was quiet on the drive. Even so, he 
stopped by the next day for one last farewell prior to 
his leaving. We were both looking forward to his return.

For about a week after Tariq left, I was like a cat in 
heat. I had been masturbating for years, but I had never 
felt anything like the white hot desire that I felt for 
him now. There was a perpetual ache in my groin, and I 
was continually wet. I would wake in the middle of the 
night from a dead sleep to discover myself masturbating 
and on the verge of orgasm.

During the weeks that he was gone, I remained certain 
that I wanted Tariq to be the first. I went to a doctor 
and started taking the pill, to make sure nothing would 
stand in our way upon his return.

When he arrived back in town, he immediately stopped by 
to see me, and we were both joyful to be back together 
again. I was of course bursting with the news that I was 
now ready, and we could pick up where we had left off 
the night before he left. That now-familiar ache between 
my legs was returning with a vengeance.

That was when he said it.

"I can't do that to you, Diana."

What!!?! "Do that" to me??? I couldn't believe what I 
was hearing. He felt that he would be taking advantage 
of me, and he couldn't do it. I tried to reason with 
him, I cried, I begged, I pleaded, but all to no avail. 
He would not budge.

For several months, I was angry with him. I loved him, 
but I felt betrayed and extremely frustrated. I still 
saw him infrequently, but obviously the relationship had 
suffered a tremendous setback. There was only one path 
for it to logically follow, and he was no longer willing 
to trod that path with me.

Eventually, we were able to be friends again, though we 
did not spend nearly the time together that we had 
before. When he graduated with his master's degree, 
however, Tariq arranged a small dinner party at a local 
restaurant and invited me as his date. It was a 
wonderful evening, and I came to know again just how 
much I cared for him. Yet he would be leaving within the 
next few days and I had no idea if I would ever even see 
him again. It was a bittersweet parting.

After that, our relationship almost became a comedy of 
errors. He was living in Chicago, and we did keep in 
touch. He did not know many people there and he was 
fairly lonely. While he was away, I became involved with 
someone else. 

After a number of months, he returned for a visit and we 
ended up naked on my bed. But this time the tables were 
turned. I was not willing at that time in my life to 
make love to him, though he now wanted it very badly. It 
continued like this over a period of a year or more, 
first he, then I denying what we both wanted.

Tariq eventually married a woman he met in Chicago, but 
because he was their eldest son his parents objected 
strongly to his marriage to an American. Under duress, 
he ended the marriage after only a few months.

The last time Tariq returned to visit me, I had just met 
the man I would end up marrying. We went out, but the 
old spark just was no longer there. Even so, Tariq will 
always hold a very special place in my heart. Though we 
never made love, in many ways it feels as though he was 
my first lover. 

No one will ever be able to take the place he holds in 
my heart. It would be easy to dwell on what might have 
been, but even though it was painful I don't think I 
would change anything that happened. Through many 
trials, I believe our relationship remained strong, and 
I learned a great deal about myself and about 
relationships in general.

Thank you for that, Tariq. I love you.

END

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