Fen and Mara - Open Novella Contest 2019 Short List

Chapter 13

They really need to work on a plan, though not right now. Right now Fen has his favourite girl in the world within reach, he can taste her, he can feel her and she's all his.
He must taste awful, a mix of cheap beer and potato chips, yet Mara doesn't seem to care. She kisses him long and deep, pressing up against him on the couch. Her jacket is long gone and Fen is happy to discover she doesn't wear a bra underneath her sweater. He can fit a breast in each hand, two wonderfully warm and soft buns, even softer than the rest of Mara. She lets out a high-pitched squeak followed by a laugh when he pinches one of her nipples. He makes it up to her by kissing the tender skin of her throat. She's so soft everywhere, he just can't get enough of touching her, kissing her.

"There's a Ford with a nice wide back seat free if you want," Naz chuckles suddenly from behind Mara. "Didn't know you'd get so bored that you would get some company to come over."

His girlfriend freezes up against him, her lips still against his ear. Fen slowly lowers his hands and pulls her sweater down so she isn't showing skin anymore.
"It's okay, that's Nazreem," he whispers in her ear, his arms loosely circling her waist.
"I didn't know you would take so long," he calls out to Naz over her shoulder. "Usually you don't need more than a couple of minutes."

"That's the time per hole, my friend," Naz jokes. "It adds up."
He laughingly dodges an angry slap from the girl he brought with him tonight. "Just kidding, babe."
The boy grabs a handful of her ass and pulls her flush against him, saying something to her that Fen purposefully blocks out.

Instead, he focuses on Mara and helps her slide off his lap, tucking her in under his arm at his side. Now that she's here, the alcohol haze has cleared a bit. He's more aware of his surroundings, the break room of the garage owned by Nazreem's father. When he had called Naz earlier that evening the boy was in the car with Davy and they picked him up. There was a second car, with two boys of Davy's age and two girls whose names Fen already forgot. Everyone came here, to the auto shop. Fen had been here before, though never when Mr. Amrani sr. wasn't there. Naz had told him they did this more often and it was a miracle to Fen how Mr. Amrani didn't know that his son used his workplace as a clubhouse for his dubious friends. Those friends had left a little before Fen sent Mara a text, his drunk mind finally worked up enough to start confronting her.

The girl that stayed behind with Naz has helped herself to a beer and perches on the armrest of the old couch. She's wearing a short skirt, constantly trying to prevent it from riding up too far. When she introduces herself to Mara, Fen hears her name again: Jennifer. She had introduced herself to him too, unlike the other girl who only clung to her boyfriend's arm.

"Mara Prince, huh?" Naz says with a lift of his chin. "Your dad drives that black Lamborghini Huracán EVO, right?"
He is the son of a car mechanic all right, immediately launching into an appraising monologue about the car's specifications.

"Wanna get out of here?" Fen whispers quietly to Mara, who immediately nods.

She pulls a car key from the pocket of her jacket. "It's not a Lambo, but it has four wheels and a steering wheel."

Fen shrugs his hoodie over his shoulders. "You guys need a ride too?"

Naz shakes his head. "I have my scooter here."
Jennifer seems less enthusiastic about sitting on the back of a scooter in her short skirt, yet Fen doesn't bother to insist they can ride with him and Mara.

They leave Naz to close up, although Mara diligently cleaned away some of the trash on the floor. Outside Fen pulls her close, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pressing kisses to her temple, her ear, everywhere he can kiss her while they're moving.
They slip through the gate, where the little red car is waiting for them. Mara presses a button on the key, unlocking the doors and switching on the interior lights. A bright pair of headlights switches on too, from a car on the other side of the street.
Fen throws his head back, cursing at the sky. He doesn't need to look to know that his father is getting out of that car, his footsteps coming closer.