An unplanned treat! Please God, don’t let me burp the pizza!
Sarah asks us to hang out in the nice carpeted den. She and Steve obviously have other carnal-ish plans.
Allie holds out her arm so I can take subtle hint to help her with her coat. We sit on the couch, not bothering with tube, then cuddle and slowly draw each other in to kiss.
“You okay? she says.
“Yeah, why?
“You’re quiet. Did I do something wrong?”
“Shit, no. Why?”
“Are you mad I wore heels and was taller than you?”
“Nope. You looked nice. You told me you only wore pants when it was, you know, THAT time and you weren’t feeling great.”
“Well–” I get a look.
“Oh, sorry. Are you hurtin’?”
“No, just starting. You’re allowed to be mad at me, though, as long as we talk about it.”
“I dunno what you could do to get me mad. But the old man is such a dick, he told me that if I wore jeans you’d break up with me.”
She’s angry. “What an asshole. Fuck him.” Her hands on my chest. “You are the most wonderful boy in the world. You treat me so nice. Every girl wants a boy who is sweet and gentle and doesn’t play games.”
I sigh. “Allie, being with you is like unraveling all the knots the old man ties up in my head, leaving a smoky room for fresh spring air.”
“And–like Sarah says–you’re really pretty.”
She blushes. “She’s sweet and so are you.” Kissing starts.
God, I think, when will this girl wake up and look in the mirror? Hopefully, not soon.
From upstairs, a low deep moan. “oooooooohhhhh, God…….”
We laugh into each other’s mouths. “And don’t let that give you any ideas,” I say. “I’m a nice boy.”
She doesn’t even open her eyes. Just hits me on the arm while we kiss.
Just another sound……………