“That’s your car?”
“You’ve seen it?”
“It’s pretty hard to miss. That’s it right there if I’m not mistaken.” She points across the lot and is not mistaken.
They arrive at that delicate monstrosity and he types the four-digit code into the keypad on her door and opens it for her like a gentleman. She reciprocates by reaching across and unlocking the door for him, which is a thing he didn’t know that girls do.
His perception is fresh and vivid and pure, and these feelings he is having as he drives Erin home on their first night in a car together are as new as anything on Planet Earth can ever be.
As they approach her cul-de-sac, she tells him to pull up to this little park. He doesn’t ask why, because they both already know, more or less.
He parks and shuts off the engine. The rain has stopped and now it is humid and dark and the crickets are rubbing their wings together. Erin asks if his seat goes back at all. He says it does and reaches under and moves it back, and she says she means does it recline at all, and he says it does that too, and then as soon as she has clearance enough, she climbs over the parking brake and onto him, her thighs straddling his, and she puts her wet blooming lips on his thin little dry ones and buries her tongue in his mouth. He lets her take the lead. He has kissed girls before, but never like this. She takes his hand and puts it on her breast. She is wearing a bra, and he fumbles with it until she reaches back and unsnaps it for him. Her breasts fall into his hands like bathwater, warm and soft and clean, and he squeezes them gently and massages the nipples with his thumbs, and everything grows hard and, like, purposeful, and then, unbelievably, she reaches behind her with one hand and unzips his jeans, pulls his dick out from his fly and tugs on it clumsily and overhand until, not a whole lot later, he coats her hand in star stuff. She proceeds to lick her fingers one by one and finishes with her palm.
“Jesus Christ,” he says.
“Superstar,” she says, and she cocks her head and smiles in a way that is so beautiful and fearless and alive—so Erin—that he is just about ready to do it all over again.
THE END
Acknowledgments
Special thanks to: Sheree Bykofsky, Joseph Cardinale, Tim Denevi, Chris Kelsey, James Knudsen, Mark Matkevich, Evan Nagle, Leo Niederriter III, Desi Poteet, Eric Paul Shaffer, the Merry Punsters, the Dylan Greenyears Fan Club, and everyone at Chin Music Press, especially Bruce Rutledge and the indefatigable Cali Kopczick.
Omni’s definition of “Astrophil and Stella” comes directly from Wikipedia, a distant cousin of his/her/its.
Praised be Omni.
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