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There's an intro first, you know, like the short scene in a movie before the title comes up? also, sex & drug use are described throughout the story, so if it doesn't sound like your kind of thing then don't read. thanks.
“ **** obligations, baby, let’s just stay in Vegas when we get there. We’ll live there, we’ll stay there and never come back to this ****** place.” We’re lying on his bed, soft sheets and sunlight, divided up in lines across his body. His fingers are laced through mine like always, and he curses and spits as he goes on. “You know what I mean? **** everything and everyone. I hate all this bullshit and I especially hate where we live.” I nod and smile, “Yeah,” I trail off, too distracted by his shoulders, his chest, his closely cropped hair, his fuzzy chin.
He pulls his head back, locks his eyes with mine. “What do you want to do?” he asks me, softer. He takes his other hand and puts it on my hip, sliding it up and down, back and forth. “I want to lay here with you all the time,” I’m dreaming now, thinking of all the things I want, all the things I want to do. “I want to move into a tiny one-bedroom apartment with you in southern California or Paris, France, I want to lose this whole life and start a new one, I want…I want to tie you up and have my way with you, I want to stop caring what the world thinks of me, I want to drink and smoke and **** with you every day all day.” Regrettably, stupidly, this is not what I say. What I say is, “I want to lay here with you too.”
He smiles, this smile that’s so wide and perfect, so pure and genuine, and almost whispers, “Are you hungry?”
I whisper back, “No, not really. Are you?”
“Yeah, kinda. Hey, you want to go to Chipotle soon? I’m craving some of that guacamole.” I sigh, slowly rolling back the other way so I am turned toward the rest of his dark room, the stacks of DVDs, the smell of weed from his closet, the band t-shirts scattered on the floor. He loves Mexican food. Its not that I don’t, but I always get the same thing; a chicken soft taco with lettuce, tomatoes, cheese and sour cream. And I love that cheese and sour cream, but my stomach and hips don’t. Actually, they love it too, really it’s my mind looking at my stomach and hips and thinking, you’re not supposed to be this fat.
“I don’t know, maybe,” I say, faintly, and I try to read the title of the DVD on top of one of the stacks. Tromeo & Juliet. I turn back around, suddenly, and I grab his lower back. I pull him closer, and stretch my leg over his. I smile, what I think is coyly, and I lick his skin, right below his lower lip. He smiles and licks me back. We kiss, and kiss and kiss, and finally I pull away and I say, “I’m not hungry.”
He’s reeling from our activity, and I can feel how much he wants to continue, from the look in his eyes to how he presses against me. “Okay,” he breaths, clearly not interested anymore in food, and it begins. We kiss and breathe heavy and take off our clothes and have sex. I have no insurance for birth control, and he hates condoms, so we go and go until he explodes down the center of my body, down my neck and across my nipples. His *** is warm and silky, and I rub it over my nipples. When he orgasms, his face stretches to contain his enjoyment, he looks me in the eye with the intention of killing me, he eats his last meal and is ready to die. We kiss, hard, because we are so happy.
THIS MODERN LOVE
chapter one
“See, I made sure that I wouldn’t say it when we were having sex, because I didn’t want to do that, you know? I just feel like it would make it so…so hollow or something, you know? But I didn’t even think about when I was drunk.”
“Well I don’t think you should say it during sex, but being drunk isn’t good either.”
“Megan, I know! I’m saying I made sure I didn’t say it during sex, but I forgot to watch out for when I was drunk!”
“Okay, okay so tell me what happened.”
“Well, on Friday, we went to this reading, and had dinner and then I was like, ‘I really want to get drunk tonight,’ so we went and got beer, and then we get home and Jessica and Jon had invited their friends Justin and Vee over, and we didn’t expect that. Usually its me and him, you know? So we start drinking, and he ends up getting really drunk...Well, not really drunk, but I guess it was the first time I knew he was drunk, and he was just being so cute.”
“This was the first time he drank with you?”
“No, not exactly. I mean…the first time that he was drunk…the first time I could tell he was drunk. I guess every time we’ve been drinking I’ve gotten drunk before he did, so – “
“So you couldn’t tell that he was drunk?”
“Yeah, exactly, so I don’t know, he was just being drunk and so adorable…you know how people can get drunk and act all cute.”
“Um…I guess.”
“I don’t know, I get that a lot. Anyways, we were both being all cute and went up to my room, and we were watching this movie, and…it was right after sex! ****, I really don’t know what I was thinking. He was sitting at the edge of the bed, and I was lying down, and I was just looking at him and I was like, ‘I love you.’ And he was like, ‘I love you too. I’m so glad you said that.’ I don’t even know why I said it, I mean, I don’t even know what made me think to say it. I don’t remember what I was thinking, I was just looking at him and it came out. I love you.”
“That’s sweet.”
“Yeah, but it’s sort of weird now, you know? Because, now I feel like we should say it to each other all the time but I feel more awkward about it. Like, I think it was because I was drunk. You know how you’ll have sex with some guy when you’re drunk and then the next day, it’ll be really hard to talk to him?”
“Ha, ha…um ya sure.”
“Well – you know what I mean right? You’re sluttier than I am.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. It’s because you were drunk when you got to know him and the sober you is like a stranger still.”
“Ya, exactly. The other night we got really high, and he stayed over really late, like 12:30. And then I was getting ready for bed, and I saw he called me at 12:47 and 12:48, so I called him back to see why he called. He was just like, ‘I forgot my glasses but I’m pretty much home so I’ll just get them tomorrow.’ And I was like, ‘Oh, okay, well good night.” And he says good night and as soon as I hang up, I’m like, I should’ve said I love you!”
“Yeah…well, hey I gotta go now, okay?”
“Okay, that’s fine. Hey, why didn’t you answer me calling you earlier?”
“Oh...well, that’s sort of why I have to go. I was in the library looking for gynecologists, I need to call them now. I want to get in like this week instead of waiting like I’ll probably have to do with Dr. DeCosimo.”
“Oh, well…what’s wrong?”
“Well, it’s sort of itchy and burning down there and I want to get it checked out.”
“Like, when you pee or all the time?”
“All the time…it’s like I have a bug bite down there or something. Bug bites feel so good when you itch them.”
“What? That sounds a little weird Megan.”
“What?”
“Well, bug bites are good to scratch, but where it is makes that a little sexual.”
“I know, I know! But…you were the one asking all the questions!”
“Ha ha, ya you’re right. Okay, I’ll talk to you later baby.”
“Hey, I like our talks. We should start doing this every Monday.”
“I think we already do.”
“Okay, well I’ll talk to you later.”
“Bye Megan.”
Copyright 2008 Crimefighter
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