10.11.2001
4th Day
It w a s early afternoon, and the bar was dead. Haunts, freaks, and short order cooks came here to escape the July heat. They all eyed us, fiberglass against my skin, but they eyed her the most. I considered it my birthday when no one asked her to dance.
We drank beer until we ran out of money, when Carrie said she was too drunk to drive me back to my car, and that we should go back to the apartment where she was staying.
I agreed.
We drove, slowly, needing sunglasses, the two blocks to the apartment. The afternoon had just gotten hotter. It mattered none that the car windows were open. this afternoon was just something to move through.
We walked into her boyfriend's apartment, through the back, and I follow her in, all skinny assed and push up bra, into the kitchen. She left the backdoor open and walked straight to the freezer opened it, and stood there with her head against the frame. She left the freezer door open when she walked back to the counter. Carrie placed 2 glasses down roughly, went back to the freezer for ice, stopped, cracked it straight into the sink and fished around for the most broken pieces. They all went into the glasses, after that came the vodka.
There was nothing to mix it up, or she was not offering. there was nothing except for the ice.
She handed me my glass, and started talking about her boyfriend, Ben.
Not saying anything real important.
Just talk.
She hit a button and the stereo goes on loud.
This is one thing that happened there.
She was watching Ben’s two old cats. They never got off the couch. This was something Carrie told me, as she pushed them to the floor and sat down. When she laid back her skirt rode up enough for me to see that the blue lace holding the softer flesh. She held her drink in a lazy way in the air, arms open, relaxed, her eyes were about to turn sleepy, and I must lean in.
So, I did.
She took my mouth, and rounded her hands to my neck, and slid up my shirt, and let her drink rest and sweat against my back. Her legs are already open, and I as my hands moved closer in, I found that they are already slick.
She was close enough to me that I could smell who she was, under her scent. Something in my head sharpened, and everything else grew fuzzy. I wanted to eat that heat off her neck.
She leaned back from me. She pressed her drink against my forehead, and then slid it away. She leaned the glass back and swallowed the rest of her drink.
That was when she said it.
“My..oh..my....babe.....where to go with this...”
I closed my eyes and took her bottom lip between my teeth, I bit down hard and held, and held it there. She didn’t jump, or pull away.
For a moment, I was the middle of the summer, and I held that flesh between my teeth, and let it linger. I kept it all, the tasting the taste of rubbing alcohol, the wispy fumes of trouble, and the chill off her bottom lip.
I held the entire summer, between my teeth.
Just for a moment.
That is the other thing that happened.
19:24 - Tuesday, Sept. 17, 2019
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