EVE Fiction

God forbid she might scream out, and her mother find them there, his hand up her shirt.

God forbid she would laugh when he said that she was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.

And there was no way in hell he’d even describe how badly he wanted to push his fingers or his almost exploding erection into her. He couldn’t bring himself to risk it. But all these things were flying through his head, slamming up against his forehead, screaming, “Say something! Do something! Take the risk!”

Her hands left his face. For a moment he was afraid she was going to push him back and say that was enough. Instead he heard her belt buckle quietly rattle, then felt her body slightly shift as she pulled open the button on her jeans, then heard (or felt?) she slow progress of her zipper coming down.

Whatever blood that wasn’t committed to his erection flooded into his head in a rush that almost made him pass out.

She took his hand away from her breast, and slowly pushed it down her stomach. He imagined he could feel every tiny hair on her stomach. He wanted to tell her to stop, pull her into the light, and count each of those hairs, then spend a year examining her belly button, and then move down further. But there was no time. She guided his hand down and he felt with his fingertips the elastic band of her panties.

Cotton? Silk? Burlap? He didn’t care. His mind painted a thousand pictures of what they must look like.

He felt his teeth chatter slightly in excitement. He’d felt as though he’d never been here. Never had his hand so close to the promised land. He wanted to freeze. He wanted to run. He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs.

“Okay okay, that moment right there. Freeze it please.”

The dance of the two teens, pressed against the brick wall slowed, and finally froze in suspended animation.

A woman in her sixties wearing a peach pantsuit stepped out of the shadows and nodded towards the two teens.

“That **** is priceless.” She pulled a cigarette pack from her coat and lit one. “She’s got him in the palm of her hand. Or maybe vice versa, yeah?”

From behind the house, a man in jeans and a flannel shirt was seated on the cement staircase leading to the porch. With his back to the kids and the woman he shook his head sharply and said “She’s acting like a goddamn whore. And that boy? He can see it, and he’ll use her up like a whore and he’ll be gone. She needs to slow down.”

The woman rolled her head back and laughed. “You don’t have a clue. He’s putty in her hands. If we do this right, she’ll be his forever. You hear me? True. Mother. *******. Love. You want to stop this now? Now that he’s about to go over the threshold? We’re already here. This is happening!”

She spun and moved within inches of the kiss. “Just look at that ****, Jim! This is what it’s all about! Getting through the sweet gates and deep into the throes of love!”

Jim kept his distance. “Are you sure they can’t see you? Can’t see us?”

“Of course not. They’re frozen. Time is frozen. Hell, we’re not even here. So whaddya say Jim? Relax a little, let her enjoy this.”

“I’m not prepared to go quietly, Barb. Don’t be so swept up in this moment. Her whole future is right here, in his hands, or about to be in his hands. And if I have any say in this, I think — “

She cut him off. “You gave up having any say in this a long ******* time ago bub. She’s going to listen to me. You can try to reign her in with guilt — get her to compare every man she meets to you — but I promise you, she ain’t gonna fall for it. She’s the one in control now if I have anything to say about it.”

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