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Punks-A Tuesday

Minnie was 14. She liked bright red lipstick and getting high.
The music was always playing in her room; always barely lit.

let them them leave you up in the air
let them brush your rock and roll hair


They were on the bed. Minnie laying on her side and beside her, Samantha; on her back. Lips soft. Tongues softer. They kissed. It made the breathing seem heavier; almost as loud as the music.
Minnie moved her lazy arm, laying across Samantha's nightgowned stomach and slowly slid her hand upwards.
Samantha breathed even deeper and Minnie kissed her, as her hand reached up to feel nipples hard beaneath the cloth.
Minnie moved her upper body closer to Samantha; pressing her tits to Samantha's body. Rolled Samantha's nipple in her palm.
And Samantha moaned.
Minnie lifted her whole body overtop of Samantha.
"Boys will want to," Minnie reassured her.
Still rubbing the same breast, the same way; Minnie lowered herself onto Samantha.
And she rubbed her body against hers and kissed Samantha harder.

oo when you bite your lip
it's some reaction to love, o-ove, o-ove


Minnie lifted her own nightgown to her waist; she was naked, rubbing herself against the white of Samantha's underwear.


He came back from 3000 miles away from reality. His phone was ringing; on the floor beside the bed. One of those stationary ones; the whole thing lighting up blue with each ring.

it's not the perfume that you wear
it's not the ribbons in your hair


Tommy's radio was loosely playing in the background.
"Hello?" he said into the phone.



Comments

Terrible lie said…
Mr Rodgers is friggin creepy!
Anonymous said…
Always look forward to reading the Tommy & Minnie stories.

Although I'm not sure whether I like how it's going coz' well, my name's Samantha as well. Lol...
Queenie said…
Indeed.
Thank you for looking forward.
It is rather nice of you.

Q
Anonymous said…
this is part of a series?

loved this. absolutley hilarious. hmm... that doesn't quite do it justice, does it, now? well, bravo, anyways.

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