part of a story, inspired by a phrase mercer wrote
“I need a fuck buddy and a cigarette.” She looked at me with hope in her eyes as we sat there in the television lit room. She crawled over to my end of the couch and laid her head on my lap, wrapping her arms around my leg. I pushed her hair away from her face, leaned in, and kissed her forehead. She moved her hand around my thigh, passing over my crouch. I shifted uneasily, afraid she was looking to me for the fuck buddy she had mentioned, but her hand kept moving and squeezed a lump in my pocket. “Ah,” she sighed heavily, “that’s what I’m looking for.” The curious digits clung to the rim of the pocket opening then slid themselves sweetly inside. They grabbed the object of desire and slid it slowly out of my pocket. My excitement rose as the feeling of her hand on my thigh traveled through my body. She pulled out a cigarette from the pack of Marlboro Reds in her hand. Rolling onto her back, she gave me a sweet look, pressing the paper covered tobacco between her lips. I grabbed a lighter off the table and lit her desire. She inhaled, the warm grip of nicotine holding on to her lungs, then exhaled, the puff of smoke rising up my nostrils filling my lungs with hers.
I took the pack from her hand and lit a cigarette for myself. “Cigarettes will kill you.” I was trying to quit.
“So will promiscuous sex.” She took a long drag and let the smoke escape her lips in one long stream. She inhaled deeply, taking in clean oxygen to cleanse her lungs for another long drag. “Why won’t you fuck me? Am I just that ugly?"
I laughed, choking out smoke as I did. I put the cigarette to my lips once more then snuffed the half that was left in the ashtray on the table. Putting my hand on her forehead, I felt the warmth of her youth. “I think you are on of the most beautiful creatures I have ever seen."
As soon as the words left my lips, she had moved from her laying position and was straddling me with her lips close to touching mine. She took one last drag off her tiny cigarette and forcibly snuffed it in the ash tray. Her hands look hold of the tufts of thick hair on the back of my head. The friction, caused by her grinding back and forth across my lap, filled me with a new sexual energy. “Then fuck me,” she moaned softly. “Fuck me like all those other girls. Right here, on this couch.”
“I’ve never fucked anyone on this couch.”
“Then fuck me in your bed, on your floor, in the shower, on the bathroom tile, on the kitchen table, in the back seat of your car, on my bed…”
“I’ve never fucked anyone on your bed.”
“Just fuck me,” she screamed, her voice cracking.
I pushed her off of me, letting her body fall against the empty couch space. “You don’t get it, do you? I fuck girls for fun. You are my roommate. There is a line I cannot and will not cross. I’m not going to hurt you. I respect you too much for that.”
She retreated to the other side of the couch and we watched the rest of the show in silence.
I took the pack from her hand and lit a cigarette for myself. “Cigarettes will kill you.” I was trying to quit.
“So will promiscuous sex.” She took a long drag and let the smoke escape her lips in one long stream. She inhaled deeply, taking in clean oxygen to cleanse her lungs for another long drag. “Why won’t you fuck me? Am I just that ugly?"
I laughed, choking out smoke as I did. I put the cigarette to my lips once more then snuffed the half that was left in the ashtray on the table. Putting my hand on her forehead, I felt the warmth of her youth. “I think you are on of the most beautiful creatures I have ever seen."
As soon as the words left my lips, she had moved from her laying position and was straddling me with her lips close to touching mine. She took one last drag off her tiny cigarette and forcibly snuffed it in the ash tray. Her hands look hold of the tufts of thick hair on the back of my head. The friction, caused by her grinding back and forth across my lap, filled me with a new sexual energy. “Then fuck me,” she moaned softly. “Fuck me like all those other girls. Right here, on this couch.”
“I’ve never fucked anyone on this couch.”
“Then fuck me in your bed, on your floor, in the shower, on the bathroom tile, on the kitchen table, in the back seat of your car, on my bed…”
“I’ve never fucked anyone on your bed.”
“Just fuck me,” she screamed, her voice cracking.
I pushed her off of me, letting her body fall against the empty couch space. “You don’t get it, do you? I fuck girls for fun. You are my roommate. There is a line I cannot and will not cross. I’m not going to hurt you. I respect you too much for that.”
She retreated to the other side of the couch and we watched the rest of the show in silence.