Memory
10.9.01 He comes over, and you think, to see you. To spend time with you. To be with you. You both sit in the living room, making casual conversation. You think he's just being polite. You get up to go to your room. He gets up and follows. You turn down the radio. He lays on the bed. He reaches for your hand and places it on the belt buckle to his belt. You feel the hardness growing beneath. You get nervous and pull your hand away so fast, it was like it was going to bite you. Or it had. You reach for the light to turn it off. You set the volume on the radio to just where you can hear it. Then, you slowly start to undress. Your shirt comes off in one quick motion. Next, your shorts and panties. You, nervously, climb on the bed and lay down. He, who only has his pants loosely around his hips, lays on top of you. He tells you to put it in. You reach for the hardness you yearn for. Softly, you caress it, and help him guide it to your aching insides. It's inside. It's hard and swollen and hot. It's alive. And you're tight as hell, and he's loving every minute of it. He pushes himself deep into you, with all he can. Your legs, they find their way up his sides and wrap loosely around his slim waist. Pulling him closer to you. Because the closer he is to you, the deeper he is inside of you. You feel the heat pour from his body. Within minutes, he's thrusting in and out. In and out. Long, hard, and deep. He's making your body go crazy. Your body is coming alive with its juices flowing and blood running so fast you're feeling light headed even though you're laying down. He starts making grunting noises. Not loud, like you would expect, just soft moans. You're so close to breaking free. Breaking free from the prison you've been locked inside for quiet some time now. Here it is. It's coming... He's coming... you feel you're body release. You quickly memorize everything about that moment. And while laying under him with his arms around you and your legs still wrapped around his slim waist, he pants. But then, almost as quickly as it began, he pulls out and wipes himself clean. He tucks it back inside to where it can rest. And he zips up. You sit up, dazed and confused. You look around and quickly start to dress. You feel almost, ashamed. But before he leaves, you get a hug. And it's the most comforting thing you've had all night. You walk him to the door, and watch as he jumps off the porch. You watch as he runs off into the darkness, going back to his vehicle. Going back to his life. You close the door and sit down. You think about what just happened. In all the wrongs that it came with, only one was right. He was yours for a moment in time. A moment you memorized to keep with you at all times. A memory that you can go back to, whenever you feel the urge. Because whenever you think about what happened, and how wrong it was. And how bad you felt after it was all said and done. You have that one memory to look back on. And realize that it was all worth it. All the pain and humiliation you suffered was worth it. Just for that one memory. |