“I gotta write something,” I said, groaning.
I sat up in bed and reached for my bedside table. I pulled out another notebook and pen I kept stashed there, and my muse ran wild. I scratched down rudimentary poems and premises for short stories. I cranked them out, one after another, until the sun pierced through my blackout curtains. I ran my hand through my hair, flipping through the pages of nonsense I’d written down simply because Rae had refueled something inside me.
“What the fuck?” I asked breathlessly.
My cell phone vibrating on my bedside table pulled me from my trance. And for a good reason, because I
didn't want to think about shit like this anymore. I tossed my notebook and pen back into the bedside table, then reached for my phone. But my muse still hadn’t calmed down. Words rattled through my mind that I hoped I’d be able to recall later. Words that could have only described the beauty and the appeal that had been Rae last night.
I opened up the text message I had and saw it was from Roy. And as I read it, a cold bucket of ice water got tossed onto my muse.
Roy: Get your ass over to my place. I had a great time with Marina last night. And you’ll never guess what we did in her parents’ bed.
For some reason, I felt the need to roll my eyes. I tossed my phone onto the mattress and slid out of bed, resolving myself to a shower. Though I was hesitant to wash Rae’s scent off my body. I took an extra-long hot shower, allowing my mind to wander a little more one last time.
Then I got out and got ready to head to Roy’s.
Dad still wasn’t home when I got downstairs. Which didn’t shock me one bit. He and Cecilia had probably gotten a hotel room somewhere, where he could bang out his anger toward me with her body. I shook my head. That poor fucking woman. What girls like her wouldn't do for money astounded me. Money was useless. Money was almost nothing, despite what people wanted to believe. I grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl and peeled it open, eating it as I walked out to my bike.
I tossed the peel off to the side, threw my leg over my bike, and started for Roy’s.
With thoughts of Rae bombarding my mind.
Oh, Clint.
The way she said my voice so sweetly made my skin tingle. Unlike the squeals and the whimpers from most girls, hers were soft sighs. Guttural groans. Less of a porn video and more of a religious experience. I didn’t believe in God and all that shit. But I did believe in angels.
And Rae was one of them.
I need to write that down later.
I rode over to Roy’s and found him on the porch, waiting for me. And the second I took a look at his neck, I knew I was in for a long story. He had hickeys everywhere. Bite marks. Nail marks down his arms. I mean, he was fucking covered in evidence of her. And while I usually would’ve been interested in a story like this, I found myself not caring about the topic at all.
“So after you assholes left, her parents stayed downstairs,” Roy said.
I parked my bike in front of his porch and turned off the engine.
“Uh huh. I take it you two had sex in their bed?” I asked.
“Oh, not just their bed. Their shower. Their bathroom. Bent over their fucking dresser. It was hot, man. Marina was all like, ‘Mom, my television isn’t working. Can we watch a movie in your bedroom?’ And the second she looked at me with those ‘fuck me’ eyes, I knew it was on. We didn’t even get five minutes into the damn credits before she hopped on this dick.”
“Sounds like you had a good time,” I said, grinning.
“Oh, hell yeah. You know what she let me do?”
“I take it you convinced her to try anal.”
“Fuck yeah, I did! She gripped those bedsheets like such a good girl for me, too. I’ll never fucking go back. That was the tightest hole I’d ever experienced. I don’t even want her pussy anymore.”
I snickered. “Told you it was a great experience.”
“Great? This was a miraculous experience. I’ve never come that hard in my life, dude.”
While this would’ve been the part where I interjected with my nightly escapades, I found myself playing my cards close to my chest. I didn’t want to tell Roy what I’d gotten up to last night. I didn’t want to confide in him all the dirty, nasty secrets of the night. Usually, I did. The two of us went back and forth, until one of us outdid the other for the day. But I didn’t feel like I could confide in him with what happened between me and Rae.
It felt wrong, for some reason.
“So, please tell me you left some marks behind on her body, too. Because that’s a pretty bitch-ass thing for you to be marked up and for her to not be,” I said.