Sunday, May 15, 2005
Opening Pandora’s Box #6
This story starts here.
"You’ll have to sneak out,” Steve told me, panic in his voice.
He watched out a window and then had me leave by a door exiting from the room we were in. I quickly ran down the block and waited for Tammy to come find me. I had no idea where I was. Tammy finally met up with me. She asked me what happened. After some encouragement, I told her all of the juicy details. I was excited and freaked out at the same time. We hung out on the corner for awhile, then Jack came down to say that Steve’s brother had left, so we went back to Steve’s.
This time, Steve led me into his own bedroom. It was blue and had a wooden coat hook on the wall that spelled out his name in primary colors. The juvenility of this piece of decoration seemed strange in the context of what was happening. It made Steve seem more vulnerable somehow.
I smiled, thinking about that coat hook as I walked over and laid down on the bed.
“What are you doing?” Steve asked rather rudely.
“I don’t know.” I told him. I was flustered by the fact that I thought I was doing what I was supposed to. I stood up.
Steve slowly walked toward me. He sat on the bed and took off his shoes, so I did the same. He came at me more aggressively this time and pushed me onto the bed. My pants were off in no time and Steve was trying to enter me. Key word: trying. It wasn’t working. We were rubbing our loins together, but things just weren't moving into place.
(to be continued)
"You’ll have to sneak out,” Steve told me, panic in his voice.
He watched out a window and then had me leave by a door exiting from the room we were in. I quickly ran down the block and waited for Tammy to come find me. I had no idea where I was. Tammy finally met up with me. She asked me what happened. After some encouragement, I told her all of the juicy details. I was excited and freaked out at the same time. We hung out on the corner for awhile, then Jack came down to say that Steve’s brother had left, so we went back to Steve’s.
This time, Steve led me into his own bedroom. It was blue and had a wooden coat hook on the wall that spelled out his name in primary colors. The juvenility of this piece of decoration seemed strange in the context of what was happening. It made Steve seem more vulnerable somehow.
I smiled, thinking about that coat hook as I walked over and laid down on the bed.
“What are you doing?” Steve asked rather rudely.
“I don’t know.” I told him. I was flustered by the fact that I thought I was doing what I was supposed to. I stood up.
Steve slowly walked toward me. He sat on the bed and took off his shoes, so I did the same. He came at me more aggressively this time and pushed me onto the bed. My pants were off in no time and Steve was trying to enter me. Key word: trying. It wasn’t working. We were rubbing our loins together, but things just weren't moving into place.
(to be continued)
Comments:
I like the detail about the coat hook. It makes me think of how parents have little idea who their children are and what they are up to.
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