Dweller - Jeff Strand [41]
She led him through the dark apartment into her bedroom, quickly shutting the door behind her. She turned on a black light, illuminating posters of Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, and Blue Oyster Cult.
The kiss happened so quickly that Toby nearly yelped in surprise. She threw her arms around him, kissing him with incredible fervor.
I can’t believe this is finally happening, Toby thought.
Don’t analyze it! Enjoy it!
They’d been kissing for less than thirty seconds before she took his hand and pressed it against her breast. He squeezed it.
“Ow. Not so hard.”
“Sorry.”
They kissed some more.
“Harder than that, though.”
He stroked her nipple with his thumb, feeling it quickly harden underneath her shirt. The shirt was gone seconds later, as she pulled it over her head, tossed it aside, then unfastened her bra.
“You gonna do it with your clothes on?” she asked as she began to tug down her jeans.
Toby shook his head and took off his shirt as well. His heart was racing and he was trembling a bit and he wished that things were moving a bit more slowly—not a lot more slowly, but enough to let him better take in the experience.
She sat down on her bed, naked. “Are you a virgin?” she asked.
Toby considered lying, but decided against it. “Yeah.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
“Wow. And you’re twenty-eight?”
“I’m a loser, I know.”
“Nah, you’re not a loser. I think it’s great. I’ve never deflowered anybody before. If you have any objections, you’d better get them out in the open now, because once I’m done with you, you will never find that cherry again.”
Toby had no objections.
“Stop looking so grumpy. I’m sorry I woke you up.” Toby continued shining the flashlight in Owen’s face. “This wasn’t something that could wait, and you don’t have a phone out here. I’ve got news to share!”
Owen waved him away.
“Guess what it is. Give up? I just had sex.”
Toby told him the whole story, leaving out the premature ejaculation but using gestures to make sure that Owen understood that they did it three times.
“I may be in love with her, I don’t know, but it was an incredible evening.”
Then he told the story to Owen again, from beginning to end. It was a great story.
The next evening they skipped the movie and went straight to her bedroom.
Mr. Zack explained that neither of them would be fired, this time, but that such indiscretions at work were completely unacceptable, and that he would never get the image out of his head.
“Mom loved her. I can’t tell what Dad thought. I’m sure he liked her, too. But we’re sitting in the living room talking, and Melissa says, ‘Hey, Toby, I think there’s something wrong with your toilet.’ And I knew exactly what she had in mind, because of the way she said it, you know? You wouldn’t think you could say something like that in an erotic way, but she did. And I’m almost positive that Mom knew what she had in mind, too. Isn’t that gross?”
“Toby.”
“Yep, I’m Toby. So I don’t really want to do anything with my parents in the house, but I can’t just ignore a broken toilet, right? I go in there, and Melissa drops down to her knees. Now keep in mind that the bathroom is only one door down the hall from the living room where they’re sitting, and the door isn’t closed all the way. So I’m trying to be quiet, but Melissa isn’t, she’s just slurping away, and I’m trying to finish quickly so we don’t get caught. Of course, when we go back Dad wants to know what was wrong with the toilet, and being the master liar that I am I said, ‘Oh, we just needed to jiggle the handle,’ and I guess that sounded dirty because Melissa went into complete hysterics. Then we all sat down and Mom told us about Aunt Jean’s hysterectomy.”
Owen signaled. Big fun.
“Yeah, it was fun. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look Mom and Dad in the eye again, though. I’m glad they’re leaving tomorrow.”
Toby lit the marijuana cigarette and stared at the rising curl of smoke. Melissa had brought up the subject multiple times in the past