Quickies

“Yes, Brian, yes yes!” she moaned, wrapping her long legs around his hips, using her heels to press him deeper. “Fuck me, baby! Harder!” Her words spurred him on, and she knew he had to be close-that constantly observant part of her marveled that he’d made it this far already-but he was holding back, and she understood when his eyes met hers in the dimness.

“Do you want to make me come?”

He nodded, biting his lip.

“Then fuck me here, too.” She pressed a hand between her breasts, and he groaned, pressing his face against her neck, hiding from everything that had been and

was being revealed, moment by moment. She thought it was over, that he would give up, but he surprised her.

“Holly, Holly,” he whispered into her hair, his thighs forcing hers wider, hips grinding. “Beautiful, amazing, wonderful, glorious woman…” She flushed-her whole body flushed-as she met his thrusts.

“Goddess,” he murmured, biting at her nipple, making her pussy spasm in response. “Fucking goddess…witch…siren…whore…”

“Oh god,” she whispered when he found the perfect rhythm, his tongue bathing her nipple, sending electric sparks to her groin. “Don’t stop. Please don’t.” He groaned, moving faster, hips pumping deep, deeper still, and Holly writhed beneath him, letting him take her there. She never faked an orgasm-and never would.

What Holly gave, she gave completely, and she gave it to him now, a shuddering, gasping release, the pleasure rolling through her body again and again.

“Ahhhhh fuck!” He cried, his mouth crushing hers as he came, as if he could pour it all out, empty himself completely into her, body, breath, everything. She welcomed him with long limbs, whispered, heated words, coaxing every last drop out in long, quivering waves until he collapsed against her, breathless.

“Stay with me,” she whispered, touching his cheek, his jaw, until his dark eyes lifted to meet hers.

“I’m here.”

“With me,” she said, the emphasis clear, feeling her heart beating hard in her chest, how it expanded to include this boy/man, every man, everything, from the inside out. “This, Brian… this is what we’re alive for.”

“You were right.” He lifted his head, his eyes no longer searching. “I’ll never be the same.”

She pulled him close and held on. “I know.”

Orion’s Belt

Middy was waiting. She’d spent her life waiting-waiting to be old enough, to earn enough, to get enough, to get out. She sat like a perpetually hopeful Linus in the Great Pumpkin Patch, waiting for something that would never come, hoping for the arrival of someone who would never appear, leaving her always, just…waiting.

The field was dark, the air warm over her bare arms and legs. She was dressed for work-short skirt, halter top-although she’d carried her four inch heels when she left the pavement and walked barefoot through the grass to this spot. There were no lights out here, no street lights, no city lights. She could only see one faint square glow of a house window and it seemed miles away.

She lifted her face to the sky, scanning the stars, millions of them out there in the darkness, the patterns unfamiliar and undecipherable to her, except for the big dipper and the belt of the one called Orion. She only knew that one because her mother had pointed it out to her once. “Look, Chlamydia, there’s the belt of Orion-almost close enough you could reach out and hang onto it, isn’t it? I bet he could take you anywhere.”

Her mother had been a prostitute, too, always waiting and looking for a way out.

She usually, mistakenly, chose a man as a failed escape route, ending up broken and beaten and crawling back on her knees in the end. Women like her… like me, Middy thought… we spend our lives on our knees in front of men.

There had never been anything better for her mother. Why would she think there would be anything better for her? Middy sighed, pulling a blade of grass and splitting it up the middle with a long, red fingernail. Using her mouth, she whistled a tone through her grass harp, as if she could call something new, something different, something other than an endless parade of cocks and cum and cash.

So when the light appeared above her, as suddenly as a spotlight turned on a startled doe, she froze in surprise and fear, but there was an element of expectation, too. Where have you been? I’ve been waiting so long! There was no time to run, to scream, or even to grab her shoes discarded next to her in the long grass. One moment she was staring up, wide-eyed, into the light, and the next, she was strapped, each limb restrained, to a cold metal table.

“Haven’t you ever heard of sheets?” Middy shivered, her nipples so hard they hurt. Maybe that was the reason they kept it so cold, she mused, feeling goosebumps rising on her exposed flesh. Her clothes, such as they had been, were gone, and the hooded figures moved around her, not touching, but she knew they were looking, curious, at her body.