โItโs all in the feeling, in how real it seemed, and Iโm only at the beginning anyway.โ In the darkness of the car she flicked her eyes to him for a moment, wondering if they were both playing the same game, and if it was a game either of them should be playing. They kept doing this, kept going too close to whatever line theyโd each decided on without even admitting it. They both knew what they were doing was so close to becoming a transgression.
But Luna had justified it: if they never touched, surely it didnโt count? Oh, a held hand here, a brushed cheek there- those things werenโt anything. Friends did those sorts of things all the time. And they had always been done for some other reason: comfort, support, a joke.
She licked her lips. โSo... he grabs me and he drags me up the stairs, shoving me against a wall while his hand starts roaming under my skirts. We canโt stop touching each other, canโt stop kissing, itโs like an electric charge between us. His tongue tastes like bourbon against mine. In the bedroom he rips the skirt away and pushes me down onto the bed, onto my hands and knees. And then his voice is behind, right in my ear. His breath is hot and I can feel his erection already digging into my thigh. โIโm going to fuck you,โ he tells me, and heโs grabbed my breast in his hand. โIโm going to fuck you so hard that youโll be crying my name, and no other man is ever gonna make it feel so good.โโ
She paused and focused on the road. Her breathing had grown a little quicker, her tongue a little drier. โUh,โ she said, trying to get her voice back to easy and casual, โI think weโre getting close now. To the place,โ she added, because she was certainly getting close to something but it wasnโt just their destination.
Luna had pulled off the highway and onto a smaller road that went through the township and then into the suburbs. There wasnโt much town here at all, and it wouldnโt take long to reach the house.