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Punks-In June

Minnie was 14. She liked wearing bright red lipstick and getting high.
And now it was after dark, and after the stories.
It was after Sissy.
It was after another two joints.
Minnie was so stoned, she did not realise she was rocking Lydia, in her arms, not noticing until she felt the faded yellow hair trail down her arms; Tommy with his hands, dragging down on the dolls legs; gently, until the doll broke free from her.
"I didn't do it, either, Tommy," Minnie whispered, just a whisper and she did not look up. She did not stop rocking.
And Tommy noticed Lydia and Minnie both had red lines for mouths.
It just doesn't matter, he thought, and then their lips were touching; just like that, and it was hunger and he could taste her mouth, taste her lips and she could taste him, too. Bitter nicotine on the tip of her tongue.
Tommy noticed his hands clenched to her shoulders, pushing her shirt from her shoulders. He wanted to kiss the skin there and so he did. He felt her hand pressing down, down his chest; he felt her slip inside his pants.
"Tommy?" she asked, and when he did not reply, she took him out of his pants. She placed her mouth upon him, and he did not want to move. The night was so goddamn hot to begin with, and now his mind was exploding with the familiar strangeness of fire.
And when she took her mouth off him briefly, he could feel her moist breath beat down on him, like a hot summers fan.
"You better hold my hand at school tomorrow," she told him, and then he was inside of her mouth, again.
Tommy swallowed the huge breath that came out of his mouth because he knew he had to
And he still did not want to move.



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~AprilD said…
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Did I miss what ever happened to sissy? Or is that still to come? ;)

I could read about Tommy and Minnie all day.
Monday, 18 July 2005 at 22:30:00 GMT-4
Queenie said…
You have not missed it.

Q
Tuesday, 19 July 2005 at 03:19:00 GMT-4
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