It's 3 a.m.
Minnie was 14. She liked wearing bright red lipstick and getting high. She felt bad that she had not saved Tommy any of the pot he had bought earlier that day. But he did not ask her where any of it was, instead he just pulled her down to the floor beside him and filled his mouth with hers. She ran her fingers over his bare, smooth chest and felt his heart race beneath her fingertips. She did not resist, when he turned her around, as he undid the zipper of his jeans and lifted the red t-shirt she was wearing, so he could enter her from behind. He leaned, reaching forward, grabbing her breasts and squeezing hard,as he used them to push and pull his dick in and out of her.
She could feel his teardrops falling on her back. When he was done, she gave him her KISS sweater, so he could keep himself warm, then she rolled the roaches that were left; mixed with tobacco from one of his cigarettes. She let him smoke the joint to himself. After, he told her he liked fucking her that way, then he kissed her and left.
Minnie was smoking the first of the three cigarettes Tommy had left her. She was tired and would save the other two until morning. And because she had decided not to go to school in the morning, she did not set her alarm clock.
She knew the footsteps on the stairs were her father's, before she saw him. She had not heard him cross the kitchen. He knew.
He was standing there, at the bottom of the stairs, in nothing but his red underwear and he knew.
"Well, well, well," he said, as he strolled over to the foot of her bed. He crossed his arms, over his chest. He shook his head. Tongue in cheek. "Well, well, well...I knew you were a whore, but I just could not prove it."
He grabbed her ankles, jerked her downwards. The red t-shirt slid up.
No fucking underwear," he muttered, staring down at her nakedness.
And she did not care because at least he was not looking in her eyes.
When he yanked her legs, spreading them wide apart, coming up between them, Minnie thought he ws going to hit her in the face. She put her arms up over her face.
He reached in underware and pulling himself out; he moved himself over her and rubbed the head of his cock up and around her hairless cunt lips, then over the inside soft and pink flesh; still slippery with Tommy's cum. And then he slammed himself inside of her.
She came three seconds after he was inside of her. God help her, it felt good.
He could feel her muscles tighten and relax; could feel her quickened breathing on his shoulder; oh she was so tight.
He grunted, when he came inside of her.
And when he pulled himself up off of her, as he began to walk away, he said, "That boy didn't do that for ya though; now did he?"
...and I Must Be Lonely
Samantha was sitting on her front porch, as he walked by. She whispered his name, jumping up, to run towards him.
"Jesus," he jumped, too. "What are you doing up so late?"
"Shhh," she whispered. "Lets go back to the park."
"What are you doing up so late?"
She looked down towards the ground, then handed Tommy over the book he had just noticed. "I was reading this, again."
Tommy looked at her queerly, after he read the title, in the streetlamp light. "Charlotte's Web? I had to read that in Grade Five. Why are you reading it?"
She looked at him, embarrassed. "I like to read it once a year still. I probably do at least once a year."
"But what for?"
"It makes me remember."
"Remember what?"
"Come on," she began to run. "I'll race you to the park."
Tommy beat Samantha fair and square, to the picnic bench, near the big oak tree.
When she sat down Tommy wasted no time; he never could. "God, Samantha, I really want to kiss you."
"You always want to kiss me, Tommy, and I always tell you no." She sighed at him, but smiled.
"But you never, ever stop me," He said and to prove his words were true he kissed her.
And when Tommy right hand covered her breast, she pulled away from him and said, "Oh, Tommy, I pray the Lord forgives me for you."
And Minnie, standing behind a different tree, at the park, was crying hot tears of betrayal and was swallowing,No, you better be praying to God, so He'll fucking save you from me...
That is until she saw Samantha's mother, storming towards the picnic bench.
Minnie was 14. She liked wearing bright red lipstick and getting high. She felt bad that she had not saved Tommy any of the pot he had bought earlier that day. But he did not ask her where any of it was, instead he just pulled her down to the floor beside him and filled his mouth with hers. She ran her fingers over his bare, smooth chest and felt his heart race beneath her fingertips. She did not resist, when he turned her around, as he undid the zipper of his jeans and lifted the red t-shirt she was wearing, so he could enter her from behind. He leaned, reaching forward, grabbing her breasts and squeezing hard,as he used them to push and pull his dick in and out of her.
She could feel his teardrops falling on her back. When he was done, she gave him her KISS sweater, so he could keep himself warm, then she rolled the roaches that were left; mixed with tobacco from one of his cigarettes. She let him smoke the joint to himself. After, he told her he liked fucking her that way, then he kissed her and left.
Minnie was smoking the first of the three cigarettes Tommy had left her. She was tired and would save the other two until morning. And because she had decided not to go to school in the morning, she did not set her alarm clock.
She knew the footsteps on the stairs were her father's, before she saw him. She had not heard him cross the kitchen. He knew.
He was standing there, at the bottom of the stairs, in nothing but his red underwear and he knew.
"Well, well, well," he said, as he strolled over to the foot of her bed. He crossed his arms, over his chest. He shook his head. Tongue in cheek. "Well, well, well...I knew you were a whore, but I just could not prove it."
He grabbed her ankles, jerked her downwards. The red t-shirt slid up.
No fucking underwear," he muttered, staring down at her nakedness.
And she did not care because at least he was not looking in her eyes.
When he yanked her legs, spreading them wide apart, coming up between them, Minnie thought he ws going to hit her in the face. She put her arms up over her face.
He reached in underware and pulling himself out; he moved himself over her and rubbed the head of his cock up and around her hairless cunt lips, then over the inside soft and pink flesh; still slippery with Tommy's cum. And then he slammed himself inside of her.
She came three seconds after he was inside of her. God help her, it felt good.
He could feel her muscles tighten and relax; could feel her quickened breathing on his shoulder; oh she was so tight.
He grunted, when he came inside of her.
And when he pulled himself up off of her, as he began to walk away, he said, "That boy didn't do that for ya though; now did he?"
...and I Must Be Lonely
Samantha was sitting on her front porch, as he walked by. She whispered his name, jumping up, to run towards him.
"Jesus," he jumped, too. "What are you doing up so late?"
"Shhh," she whispered. "Lets go back to the park."
"What are you doing up so late?"
She looked down towards the ground, then handed Tommy over the book he had just noticed. "I was reading this, again."
Tommy looked at her queerly, after he read the title, in the streetlamp light. "Charlotte's Web? I had to read that in Grade Five. Why are you reading it?"
She looked at him, embarrassed. "I like to read it once a year still. I probably do at least once a year."
"But what for?"
"It makes me remember."
"Remember what?"
"Come on," she began to run. "I'll race you to the park."
Tommy beat Samantha fair and square, to the picnic bench, near the big oak tree.
When she sat down Tommy wasted no time; he never could. "God, Samantha, I really want to kiss you."
"You always want to kiss me, Tommy, and I always tell you no." She sighed at him, but smiled.
"But you never, ever stop me," He said and to prove his words were true he kissed her.
And when Tommy right hand covered her breast, she pulled away from him and said, "Oh, Tommy, I pray the Lord forgives me for you."
And Minnie, standing behind a different tree, at the park, was crying hot tears of betrayal and was swallowing,No, you better be praying to God, so He'll fucking save you from me...
That is until she saw Samantha's mother, storming towards the picnic bench.
Comments
Keep it up, Queenie. This is the sort of thing I need to read sometimes just to remind me.
:)
Q
:)
Q