Seeds of Tomorrow

Five

"My parents are sleeping and you know Mark lives like a ten-minute walk from my house," Evie texted him after he'd told her about the night he'd had. Rocco's feet hurt from walking but the invitation to sneak into her room was far too tempting to decline.

"She wants to fuck dumb ass," Mark told him as he heated jarred cheese in the microwave.

"No way," Rocco told him, fighting back a smirk.

"Why else is she trying to have you come over?"

"To kick it?"

The microwave chirped, Mark reached for the and winced as hot melty fake cheese dripped onto his finger, "Come on, you really ain't that stupid," he told him, shaking his hand, "Only one way to find out."

Rocco felt himself fill with a mix of excitement and apprehension, "So, like...do you have condoms?" he wanted to know, cheeks flushing.

Mark clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth the same way his dad did, "Shit, you know I be raw doggin' them hoes," he laughed, loudly chewing his chips, "I got you. Hol' on."

Rocco left his uncle's house on a borrowed bicycle with a few rubbers. Fuck, he should have taken a shower before he left. Too late at that point, he was nearly to her house.

She had let him know her room was the last window on the right and that it would be open so he could climb through. He texted her that he'd arrived, hiding Mark's bike in a small cluster of trees, heart racing.

Evie poked her head out of the window, giving him a "shh" as he crawled into the window. Even though her tiny bedroom was dark, he could see how pretty she looked in the illumination of her laptop light, not that she wasn't pretty all the time.

She wore thick brown hair down that night in loose waves that framed her soft, heart-shaped face. She was dressed in a loose-fitting camisole with matching shorts, braless.

"You look so beautiful," he told her, his fingertips grazing her bare skin, unsure if he should mention that he had brought condoms or if he should follow her lead.

A tinkling laugh escaped her glossy lips, "You look good too," She said, gazing down at her lap, "I'm glad you came over, I didn't think you would."

"Why wouldn't I?"

Evie shrugged, "I thought you were going to be too busy hanging out with Mark."

"Hell no, I'm still mad at him," Rocco told her with a laugh, "And because of him, Victor is making me go over there when he gets off work tomorrow to mow his lawn."

She laid back on the bed, smiling, "Fun times, at least he didn't call your dad."

"Victor isn't much better with the lecturing," Rocco chuckled, lying down next to her and bringing her close. She rested her head on his chest, the scent of her perfumed hair filled his nostrils as they lay there quiet for a long while.

Evie had kissed him first, lots of tongue, something he liked. She looked all innocent but she was the one who took control. Rocco stripped off her camisole, before removing his shirt and bringing his mouth to her soft breasts. She brought his face back up to hers, kissing him again as he fit himself between her clothed thighs, grinding on her.

"I...have condoms," he whispered between kisses, immediately regretting it when she froze beneath him, "I'm sorry, like, I didn't come over just for...that."

Rocco pulled himself up into a knee sit, "You aren't mad at me, are you?"

"No, not at all," she told him, "I'm...on my period though."