Saturday, December 02, 2006

Fall Romance.

She was a virgin. He was a whore. Despite this difference, they were madly in love with each other. They would spend hours with each other on the phone, planning their weekends together. When they would meet up they would hold hands and gaze into each other's eyes, either over a frothy cup at the local coffee shop, or while walking slowly down the smoothed, slicked aisles at the corner book store. After long discussions of philosophy, music, and popular culture, they would stroll through a nearby park, illuminated by the flickering glow of electric lighted lamps and a fat, pregnant moon, and hold each other close, her arms wrapped around his body and draped over with an old beaten-up coat.

Their first kiss happened a few weeks earlier, with no moisture. Their second meeting, and his tongue slid between her lips and melted itself over her's, while her tongue remained stiff and nervous. He pulled away and told her "No, you're doing it wrong. Let me show you," and then taught her how to kiss proper. A couple more meetings and the same thing, but with his hands growing bolder...grazing her neck, then lower, brushing lightly over her breasts. Their last meeting ended up with an uncouth grab, which she shoved away, then allowed minutes later. Now, after all this time, she was ready.

He brought her back to her place and shoved a pile of books and CDs off of her bed, then laid her down. The lights were switched off and he stayed above her, moving his hands all over her body without going under her clothes and dabbing her cheeks, lips, and neck with kisses. He then moved one leg under hers, and used his other to shove her other leg to the side. He was in the position. He then lowered himself and began to rub his covered prick against her covered crotch.

She was startled, but after the initial shock wore off she allowed him to rub against her for twenty minutes. The rubbing was gentle at first, then grew more violent as time went on, until he was slamming his lower body against her's with so much force that her head smacked against the wall. She had had enough and shoved him off.

"What the fuck are you doing?"
"What are you talking about? You know what I'm doing."
"Yeah, I know what you're doing, but do you plan on doing anything else?"
"Yeah, I had planned on continuing until I blew my load. This conversation is killing my boner."
"What about me, you asshole? You think I'm enjoying this?"
"Does it matter?"

She swung her arm and smacked her knuckles against his mouth.

"What was that for?"
"I thought you liked me!"
"I do like you. That's why I'm not taking your virginity tonight."
"I'm not a virgin, you retard."
"Then why the fuck did you tell me you were?"
"I told you that because I didn't want to fuck you on the first few dates!"

He got up, put his jacket on, and walked to the door. "I don't want to see you anymore. Thanks for wasting a month of my life with your bullshit!"
"Likewise, prick. Thanks for a month leading up to the worst dry-hump I've ever experienced."

As he walked to his car he thought, "I am so fucking tired of these bitches and their games."
As she sat in her bed she thought, "I am so fucking tired of guys who don't get it."