In these hazy postclimactic moments, Alexis enjoyed just laying
alongside another, resting his tired head on her breast, like
an unholy satire of the virgin Mary. What was any less blissful
about her experiences? To acknowledge and act upon her inner
feelings for another was to recognize the truth, and she always
frowned upon the repression of the classic religions. Alexis
certainly lived an alternative lifestyle, however, it was one
where the emotional truth was not denied, warped, repressed,
or shunned into a little black box of sin in the center of one’s
resentfully chaste heart. They both knew what they were
doing, they both harmed no one, and at this phase in both of
their lives, they sought out what they truly wanted or needed -
a companion of the moment, gasoline poured on the urges
of unabashed carnality.
Some time later, she got up, gathered her clothes, and quietly
slipped them back on. The dull yellow glow of the light
illuminated her body gracefully as she put her sweater over
her arms, and pulled it down over her perky breasts. She sat
on the bed and laced up her Docs, then found her leather
jacket and put it on. At the sound of her doing up the zipper,
he awoke. “Leaving so soon?…” he murmured, half awake.
“Yup, I have school tomorrow.” she laughed, and he buried
his face in the pillow, grinning. After a pause, she walked
over to him. Poised there, she held out her hand and touched
his cheek. “I had a wonderful time. Thank you.” He took
her hand and held it for a long moment, their warmth
mingling. “No, thank you. It’s so refreshing to find someone
like you Alexis. I won’t soon forget it.” he murmured, letting
his fingers roam up her thigh and under her skirt for a moment.
She smiled, turned off the light, and slipped out like a breeze
out the door, which clicked closed behind her.
A soft nighttime rain was falling, and there was a misty
ring around the moon. She walked alone down the
dark, reflective streets, looking somber and downcast.
She hated feeling like a wet dog in the rain, as the
soft water dripped warmly down her hair and off the
tip of her nose. Something else dripped down the
inside of her leg, warm like the rain, but it soon
disappeared into the rivulets of water on her ivory legs.
Not a single car passed her as she purposefully made
her way across the sleeping town, and climbed back
into the window from whence she had arisen. Her
bed greeted her like a rewarding embrace as she fell
into it half-dressed.
The morning came too early, the sun was a curse that
peeked annoyingly through the basement window.
She didn’t get up until she heard her father’s voice
calling down to her from the kitchen. She sat up like a
bolt, and changed into something fresh. She looked at her
leather jacket, which still had a few beads of rain in the
crevices. Alexis smiled coquettishly to herself.
Upstairs as she made breakfast, her mind slowly began to
clear and she pushed aways thoughts of last night and tried
to concentrate on the upcoming mundane inanity of the
school day.
“Boy, you’ve got one bad case of bedhead today, Alex!”
her dad laughed from behind his paper. She wondered
how many people he had fucked in his life, how, when,
where….
“Yes. I had a rough night, kinda restless.” she turned away
from him and put the milk back in the fridge, smiling
at something only she knew about, in her little world.
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