Come With Me

Chapter 1, Part 2

Enjoy:)  ~Sam

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      By now the crickets were purring in the wet grass.  I pulled up in her yard; brakes hissing and tires crunching.  My hand was shaking as I turned the key, silencing My Embarrassment.  Jeez, why was I so nervous?  I should know what to do, (I’ve watched enough porn on TV,) and it’s instinctual, right?

     I blew a gust of hot air through my mouth, sniffled, (stupid cold air), and reached over to grab my offering.  I quickly shuffled them out of the Wal-Mart bag, and they fell stupidly on my lap. 

     Wow, Matt, all you could muster was a rinky-dink box of chocolates, a wilting rose, and a condom.  In some dumb way, I was pretty proud of my haul.  After all, it was nice and beneficial. 

     I tucked the box under my arm, stuck the rose in my mouth, (which was a terrible idea, by the way.  Jesus, how many pesticides did they put on that thing?), and slid the rubber in my pocket. 

     I jarred the door handle, hoping it would open for once, and stumbled out onto her lawn.  My right knee was throbbing – it’s messed up.  So for the next twenty seconds, I limped gloriously to the front door.  By the time I reached the top of her slippery porch, the pain numbed.  But God, do you have to be careful on these steps – her Grandmother was hobbling up these once and, well, never made it to the top. 

     With one final roll of my shoulders, I rang her doorbell.  It echoed in her seemingly-vacant house.  I could see no lights on, and immediately started to doubt myself.  Was this the right time? Did she forget about me?  Or did she decide to go shopping after coffee?  What if –

     I jumped as the door flung open.   A gust of musty, perfume-choked air hit me in the face like a beach ball.  I stumbled back a step, unprepared for what I was seeing.

     Tiffany, in her pink and black silk gown, swayed her hips in front of me, both hands gripping each door frame.  I hope she didn’t hear me swallow.

     “Matt; I thought you weren’t going to show up…”  She mixed sexy into dangerous.  I only caught the sexy side of her tone. 

     My tongue felt like a glob of meat in my mouth.  “I, um… picked these up-“  I stopped mid-sentence, realizing she was disregarding me with an impatient head-tilt. 

     “Matt. You shouldn’t have.”  She was very good at sarcasm.  She plucked the rose from my clammy fingers and tossed it on the couch.  A little red spot on my finger started to grow where one of the thorns nicked my skin.  I shoved it in my mouth, washing away the red.  The taste of iron coated my tongue. 

     She turned on her heels and retreated into her house.  “Come on, I don’t have all night!”   

     I brushed my dark brown hair off of my sweaty forehead and timidly stepped inside.  I held up the small chocolate box and waved it in front of me, trying to make it seem somewhat tempting.  “I brought chocolates…”  I called.  She turned to face me, made a cooing noise, plucked a truffle out of the paper-thin plastic and walked back to lock the door.  She had antique handles, so she actually had to use a key.  Then she did something I have only seen in movies; she swallowed it.