Yeah, I also write a short story every now and again.
For your reading pleasure. It doesn't have a title yet.
They both walked along, hand in hand. Not a sound being heard, except for the crunching of dead leaves on the ground beneath them. The house was not more than 15 minutes away, and reaching their destination was heavily anticipated. Not only because of the inevitable rainfall that was sure to come, but their minds were blank, and their lips remained sealed. They hoped that maybe, just maybe, conversation would spring when they got to her room.
He lit a cigarette. Through the rustling of the leaves, he could hear her sigh of dissapointment, with a splash of disgust. He waited for the usual, "Why do you do that? It's disgusting and you always smell like smoke", but alas, not a sound escaped her glossy lips. He knew she was right, though. He found it rather disgusting himself. Maybe he just liked pissing her off.
As they approached the front walk, he flicked his cigarette away. Although he had been to her house a few times before, he hadn't been there for awhile now, and he looked up at it as if it was his first visit. They got to the front door, and he watched her as she fumbled with her keys and unlocked the door.
Once inside, she instructed him to go upstairs to her room while she made a call to her mom, who was currently at work. He took of his shoes and placed them in the small, close to empty closet near her front door.
As he walked up her wooden stairs, that creaked with every step he took, he heard a crash of thunder, followed by the intense pounding of rain on the ground and the glass of her windows. He wondered if the rain would stop by the time he had to leave. Although he liked a walk in the rain, he wasn't really looking forward to it this particular afternoon.
When he walked into her room, he was greeted by her ever familiar fragrance, and looked around the room for a moment, curious to what that might be.
He was then, for some reason, drawn to the window. He stood there, watching the rain as it fell to the ground, admiring its abstract beauty. Watching the branches swaying back and forth as the wind blew violently, he wondered if he even deserved to see such a thing.
"You know, you could turn on the tv or something, instead of just standing there like a goof."
He turned around, as she greeted him with a smile. His eyes then met hers, and he stared directly into them. He always seemed to get lost in her eyes. Those beautiful, brown eyes.
"Stop doing that. God it creeps me out," she said cutely, the smile still on her face.
"Sorry," he responded. "You should be used to it by now, though. I do it often enough."
She then walked towards him, and bestowed a short kiss upon him, then pulled away. She then grabbed his hand, and lead him towards her unmade bed. Once there she lied down, and pulled him on top of her. He then planted his lips on hers. There on the bed, they made out, just like most teenagers in their position do. He pulled her shirt up over her head, as she then did to him.
They stopped after an hour or so. She got under the covers, as did he. She reached for the remote at the foot of her bed and turned on the tv. She started surfing through the channels, and stopped when she came upon a Good Charlotte video on Much Music. It was his turn to sigh with disgust. She gave him a look, then went back to watching the video.
They spent another hour and a half watching music videos. They said not one word to each other. It was these moments that caused his chest to hurt, and hot tears to form in his eyes. He hated when this happened. It scared him, especially because lately, it's been happening so often.
"So is this what were going to do all day? Lay here and watch tv? I could do that at home," he said, as he tried to swallow the lump in his throat.
"Well sorry if I'm too boring for you," she replied.
He hated when she said things like that. She never understood what he meant.
"I didn't mean that. It's just that this is the first time we've been together alone in a long time. We should be doing more than just laying here. Like I said, I could watch tv at home by myself. We should at least talk, or something."
"I guess we should. I mean lately you've been talking to my sister more than you've been talking to me. But, I've got something better than talking in mind," and with that she turned off the tv, leaned in, and kissed him.
This wasn't what he wanted to do. But he was a stupid teenage boy. A stupid, horny teenage boy. He couldn't say no to fooling around.
The rain had stopped, but the grey clouds still smothered the skies. Since the lights in her room were off, it was fairly dark. A suitable atmosphere.
She then pulled away for a moment, sat on top of him, and reached over to the dresser beside her bed. She opened it up, pulled something out, then closed it back up. He squinted to try and make out what she held in her hand. On the square, black packaging, in a neon blue print, he saw the word, Durex.
"I want you to be my first," she said.
He knew this wasn't the right moment. Not with the way things were going. He knew that he should just stop, and tell her that it wouldn't be right. He knew that he should just probably leave, and let things cool off. He pondered the though of that for a moment, but again, he was a stupid teenage boy. A stupid, horny, teenage boy.
He unbuttoned her pants then unziped them, as she fumbled with his belt buckle. They both slid off each others pants and underwear. There they were, completely naked, under the covers of her bed as the rain started to pour once again, while a streak of lightning ignited the sky and turned their skin a cool blue for a split second.
He then pulled her in close, and planted a kiss on her lips, while his hand moved over her breast, and made its way lower down her body, making delicated brush patterns along the way. He then paused from the kiss, and carressed her entire body with his tongue. Spending more time on some areas than others, he didn't stop until every inch of her skin had been covered.
She pulled him up by the hair and kissed him again. Then she leaned into him and in his ear she whispered, "I want you, now." This caused him to shiver, ever so slightly.
He ripped open the pack and pulled the condom out of it's wrapping.
"Here, let me," she said. He was more than willing to let her assist him.
She slid it on, and then teased him for a bit.
She let out a breath and said, "Well, I guess this is it. Are....are you...ready?"
He wanted to say no. He didn't want it to happen like this.
"Yeah," he said.
She eased on top of him, slowly, letting out sighs of pain. She kept going, though, until he was completely inside of her.
She began to move up and down on his member, as he fondled her breasts. She lowered her head and they embraced in yet another kiss, this one a bit more sloppy than the others. She reached her hand under the pillow...
They continued, as if moving along to the sound of the rain outside. His hands rubbing against her skin. She then leaned in, close to his ear and whispered, "I love you."
"I love you too," he said. "I love you so much."
"I know you do, my love. I know"
With that, she reached her hand out from under the pillow, pressed the cold steel against his throat, and with one quick push and pull, slit it open, and watched the blood pour out like a cheap wine on a cool summer night.
End.
They both walked along, hand in hand. Not a sound being heard, except for the crunching of dead leaves on the ground beneath them. The house was not more than 15 minutes away, and reaching their destination was heavily anticipated. Not only because of the inevitable rainfall that was sure to come, but their minds were blank, and their lips remained sealed. They hoped that maybe, just maybe, conversation would spring when they got to her room.
He lit a cigarette. Through the rustling of the leaves, he could hear her sigh of dissapointment, with a splash of disgust. He waited for the usual, "Why do you do that? It's disgusting and you always smell like smoke", but alas, not a sound escaped her glossy lips. He knew she was right, though. He found it rather disgusting himself. Maybe he just liked pissing her off.
As they approached the front walk, he flicked his cigarette away. Although he had been to her house a few times before, he hadn't been there for awhile now, and he looked up at it as if it was his first visit. They got to the front door, and he watched her as she fumbled with her keys and unlocked the door.
Once inside, she instructed him to go upstairs to her room while she made a call to her mom, who was currently at work. He took of his shoes and placed them in the small, close to empty closet near her front door.
As he walked up her wooden stairs, that creaked with every step he took, he heard a crash of thunder, followed by the intense pounding of rain on the ground and the glass of her windows. He wondered if the rain would stop by the time he had to leave. Although he liked a walk in the rain, he wasn't really looking forward to it this particular afternoon.
When he walked into her room, he was greeted by her ever familiar fragrance, and looked around the room for a moment, curious to what that might be.
He was then, for some reason, drawn to the window. He stood there, watching the rain as it fell to the ground, admiring its abstract beauty. Watching the branches swaying back and forth as the wind blew violently, he wondered if he even deserved to see such a thing.
"You know, you could turn on the tv or something, instead of just standing there like a goof."
He turned around, as she greeted him with a smile. His eyes then met hers, and he stared directly into them. He always seemed to get lost in her eyes. Those beautiful, brown eyes.
"Stop doing that. God it creeps me out," she said cutely, the smile still on her face.
"Sorry," he responded. "You should be used to it by now, though. I do it often enough."
She then walked towards him, and bestowed a short kiss upon him, then pulled away. She then grabbed his hand, and lead him towards her unmade bed. Once there she lied down, and pulled him on top of her. He then planted his lips on hers. There on the bed, they made out, just like most teenagers in their position do. He pulled her shirt up over her head, as she then did to him.
They stopped after an hour or so. She got under the covers, as did he. She reached for the remote at the foot of her bed and turned on the tv. She started surfing through the channels, and stopped when she came upon a Good Charlotte video on Much Music. It was his turn to sigh with disgust. She gave him a look, then went back to watching the video.
They spent another hour and a half watching music videos. They said not one word to each other. It was these moments that caused his chest to hurt, and hot tears to form in his eyes. He hated when this happened. It scared him, especially because lately, it's been happening so often.
"So is this what were going to do all day? Lay here and watch tv? I could do that at home," he said, as he tried to swallow the lump in his throat.
"Well sorry if I'm too boring for you," she replied.
He hated when she said things like that. She never understood what he meant.
"I didn't mean that. It's just that this is the first time we've been together alone in a long time. We should be doing more than just laying here. Like I said, I could watch tv at home by myself. We should at least talk, or something."
"I guess we should. I mean lately you've been talking to my sister more than you've been talking to me. But, I've got something better than talking in mind," and with that she turned off the tv, leaned in, and kissed him.
This wasn't what he wanted to do. But he was a stupid teenage boy. A stupid, horny teenage boy. He couldn't say no to fooling around.
The rain had stopped, but the grey clouds still smothered the skies. Since the lights in her room were off, it was fairly dark. A suitable atmosphere.
She then pulled away for a moment, sat on top of him, and reached over to the dresser beside her bed. She opened it up, pulled something out, then closed it back up. He squinted to try and make out what she held in her hand. On the square, black packaging, in a neon blue print, he saw the word, Durex.
"I want you to be my first," she said.
He knew this wasn't the right moment. Not with the way things were going. He knew that he should just stop, and tell her that it wouldn't be right. He knew that he should just probably leave, and let things cool off. He pondered the though of that for a moment, but again, he was a stupid teenage boy. A stupid, horny, teenage boy.
He unbuttoned her pants then unziped them, as she fumbled with his belt buckle. They both slid off each others pants and underwear. There they were, completely naked, under the covers of her bed as the rain started to pour once again, while a streak of lightning ignited the sky and turned their skin a cool blue for a split second.
He then pulled her in close, and planted a kiss on her lips, while his hand moved over her breast, and made its way lower down her body, making delicated brush patterns along the way. He then paused from the kiss, and carressed her entire body with his tongue. Spending more time on some areas than others, he didn't stop until every inch of her skin had been covered.
She pulled him up by the hair and kissed him again. Then she leaned into him and in his ear she whispered, "I want you, now." This caused him to shiver, ever so slightly.
He ripped open the pack and pulled the condom out of it's wrapping.
"Here, let me," she said. He was more than willing to let her assist him.
She slid it on, and then teased him for a bit.
She let out a breath and said, "Well, I guess this is it. Are....are you...ready?"
He wanted to say no. He didn't want it to happen like this.
"Yeah," he said.
She eased on top of him, slowly, letting out sighs of pain. She kept going, though, until he was completely inside of her.
She began to move up and down on his member, as he fondled her breasts. She lowered her head and they embraced in yet another kiss, this one a bit more sloppy than the others. She reached her hand under the pillow...
They continued, as if moving along to the sound of the rain outside. His hands rubbing against her skin. She then leaned in, close to his ear and whispered, "I love you."
"I love you too," he said. "I love you so much."
"I know you do, my love. I know"
With that, she reached her hand out from under the pillow, pressed the cold steel against his throat, and with one quick push and pull, slit it open, and watched the blood pour out like a cheap wine on a cool summer night.
End.