TWENTY-EIGHT

My sleep is broken into pieces of jumbled dreaming that don’t make sense, even to me. When I hear her stir, I open my eyes to discover that we’re alone in my bed together. The room’s light is muted. Dusky. The only sound in the apartment is the steady patter of heavy rain beating the windows into submission.

I slip from under the covers as gingerly as I can. Her eyes are closed. Her breathing is soft. She looks staggeringly beautiful with her head on my pillow. I realize with a pang that Barry is right. I am attracted to her.

The hot water of the shower wakes me up. I play idly with my body parts as I wash myself. I touch my hard, flat stomach and run my hands up to cup my small, round breasts. I slide a palm down my frame once more. Let it gloss over my hip bone. Curving around, my fingers find the plump lips between my legs slightly parted and dewy. Sweet fucking Christ… I want her.

In my mind’s eye, I can see Alannah’s fine ass quivering as she shakes it onstage at the club. She bends over to show the ring that pierces the hood of her clit. I want to touch it. Maybe I should get pierced there. I wish my pubes were as impossibly blonde as hers are. There isn’t a spot on her body that I don’t think is a work of art.

When I get out of the shower, I towel dry my hair and return to the bedroom, where I slip into a pair of flannel pajama bottoms. I hunt everywhere for the top. Maybe it’s in the bedclothes. I lift the covers gently, trying not to wake Alannah. I lean over her to see if my shirt is wedged between the bed and the wall. And I feel my nipple being pinched between two fingers.

“Fuck!” I bolt upright. “I thought you were sleeping, Alannah.”

Alannah giggles.

“Oh, you think it’s funny?”

We start to wrestle, gasping and laughing. It turns sort of savage, with her pinning my arms, her body pressed against mine. She looks at me dangerously from above. I can’t quite read the expression on her face.

“Stop,” I wheeze. “Uncle…”

“I ain’t yer uncle, missy,” Alannah says. “See, I got tits!” She unbuttons her shirt and sticks them in my face. “How ya like dem apples, eh? Eh?”

She slaps the side of my face with a small, taut breast. I go to bite her.

Instead I take one of her nipples into my mouth. Her whole body stiffens. She doesn’t stop me. I can’t tell if she likes it or not. It’s hard to know. She seems nervous but slightly eager. I take advantage of the moment to push her backwards, roll over on top of her, and pull her pajama top off her shoulders. I toss it into a corner. I kiss her other breast, flicking my tongue over her nipple.

Her hands come up over my back. Then they stop moving and she drops them back down to her sides. I run my tongue up from her breasts to her neck. She turns her head away from me, moaning slightly under her breath.

“Mama…”

“Wait, hold on,” I whisper, reaching into the drawer of the nightstand for my vibrator. I climb on top of her and I put my mouth on hers.

She doesn’t kiss back, but she lets me kiss her. I turn the vibrator on. I let it buzz over the crotch of her thin pajama pants. She moves her hips underneath me, back and forth to meet the vibrator.

I imagine her clit ring vibrating against the cloth. It’s almost too much. I want to eat her so badly that my own clit throbs. I watch her writhing underneath my hand, hypnotized. This goes on for a few minutes. She moans every now and then. Every time her eyes close, she forces them back open.

“Let me try,” Alannah whispers. She takes the vibrator from my hand.

She runs it over my crotch, looking up at me in a strange way. I can’t tell if she’s scared, enjoying herself, or both. I’m still on top of her. She’s so tentative that I can barely feel it. I want us to meld into each other. Body and soul. I want our pants off. I want her tongue between my legs. I want to come.

I snatch the toy away from her and kiss her, hard. I rub it against her crotch once more. Her hips shoot up quickly to meet the vibration. She starts writhing again. She gives in. A few more minutes go by, just short of eternity. Alannah bucks harder and harder.

“OhhHHHHHHhhhh…” she moans.

Her eyes squeeze shut, she tenses all over, and then her body goes slack with one more involuntary sigh.

She’s all flushed. She looks incredible.

I touch her face. I move to kiss her again.

“Stop,” she says abruptly, pulling away.

“What? Why?”

“Mama, I ain’t no dyke.”

I sit up, shocked. “Neither am I. So what?”

“Just… no more.”

“Didn’t you like it?” I accuse. “You fuckin’ came, for God’s sake. I wanna come, too.”

“No, I can’t.”

“Alannah… come on…”

If I had a dick, my balls would be the color of her eyes right now.

“I said, no more!” Alannah leaps out of bed and puts her shirt on. She looks morose all of a sudden. “And don’t you go telling no one at work about this!”

“Is that what you’re worried about? I’m not gonna tell anyone.”

“You told one of my customers that I was your girlfriend,” she fumes.

“Alannah, I say things like that about all the girls, to all the guys! It’s how I make money.”

“Well, don’t say it no more about me.” She buttons her shirt and walks out of the room.

I’m aghast and hurt. She’s the one who fucking started it. I throw Barry’s nasty sweatshirt on. I follow her into the living room.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay?”

She’s on the couch, cradling her dog. She doesn’t look at me.

“I thought you wanted to because you… ”

“Shut up!” Alannah cuts me off. “Just leave it alone, okay, mama? It never happened.”

“What are you talking about? It’s really no big deal, Alannah.”

She glares at me ferociously.

“I said, it never happened. I don’t want to talk about it no more.”

“Okay, but can I… ”

“No!”

“You don’t even know what I was about to say,” I murmur.

“I don’t care what you were gonna say,” Alannah says, her voice shaking. She turns on the TV and stares blankly at the screen.

The front door opens, and Barry walks into the apartment. He throws his jacket on a chair and tosses a pack of cigarettes onto the coffee table.

“A gift, from me to you,” he says, bowing. He pauses, looking at both of us as we rigidly pretend to watch Terminator. It’s a movie he knows I hate. “Hey, what’s the matter? Did you girls have a fight?”

“Fuck off,” I snap at him, and I storm out of the room.

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