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Authors: Ed Gorman
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voice in my head, and it said something that I couldn't understand, I couldn't understand at all. I thought maybe it was the wind—out here on the prairie, the wind gets pretty strange sometimes.
But mostly I just gave myself over to making love to Cindy.
There was passion, but there was tenderness, too. That was the part I liked.
She'd pause every once in a while and hold my face between her hands and look at me and say, "I'm really falling in love with you."
And then we'd start up again.
I held on as long as I could.
Every time I thought I was going to come, I'd slow down so I could hold out longer.
But then I couldn't help myself and I said, "I'm going to come," and she said "oh, yes; yes yes," and I came and it was sort of like dying, I don't know how else to describe it, it was like I was surrendering my entire being to her, and I wanted to, I wanted her to take me and control me the rest of my life.
And then we were done, spent.
I got down on my haunches and helped get the leg of her jeans back on. I couldn't help myself from touching her there again. I felt where I'd just been, felt where we commingled, and she must have sensed what I was feeling because she put her hand on mine and left it there for a long and tender moment.
On the way back to town, her driving her dad's nice new car, she said, "I wish you would've heard it."
"Maybe I did."
"God, really?"
I told her about the strange brief muffled words in my head as we'd been making love.
"That's how it was the first time for me, too," she said.
Then we were quiet for a time, there was just the heater blowing and a rock ballad playing, and the farm fields blue in the midnight moon ran on and on, flat and beautiful, for endless miles.
"I want to tell you something," I said.
She looked at me curiously. "All right."
"I was a virgin until tonight."
She smiled. "God, I wish I could say the same."
"I mean, you didn't guess?"
"Huh-uh. You did just fine."
I could feel myself grinning. Couldn't help it. "I was afraid I'd do something stupid."
"Like what?"
"Oh, I don't know. Come too fast or something like that."
"You did just great. Really. Just great."
Then she reached over and took my hand and gave it a quick squeeze. "I really am falling in love with you."
"I'm falling in love with you, too."
"I know," she smiled. "And that's what makes it so nice."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Summer came the following week.
That's a local joke, about how you can have summer and winter and summer again all within the same month. Sometimes within the same week.
But it really was sort of like summer, people walking around downtown in their shirtsleeves and dresses.
By noon, the temperature was in the seventies and the sunlight was very warm. Convertible tops went down and everywhere you went you heard loud rock and roll music. It was like the town was having this party.
On my lunch hour, I walked over to Taubman's Cigar Store. That's what it's always been called, but even though they sell cigarettes and cigars it's mostly a newsstand where I buy all my science fiction paperbacks.
The big thing at Taubman's is the skin magazines. Two or three times in the past few years, The Women Of Righteousness picketed the place, but Mr. Taubman didn't give in.
Mr. Taubman keeps the skin magazines in the back of his store, so that's where you usually find the crowd. It's always kind of fun to watch guys go back there. Some of them look kind of sneaky and furtive. Some kind of swagger, as if they're daring you to say anything about what they're doing. And some are just fast, shoot back there, thumb through a few pages, and then shoot back out into the street.
I spent twenty minutes going through the new paperbacks. I bought two of them, a Koontz and a King, them pretty much being my favorite writers.
I was just leaving when I saw Garrett coming
through the doorway.
Even though his shift didn't start for a couple of hours, he was already in uniform.
Any self-consciousness he'd
But mostly I just gave myself over to making love to Cindy.
There was passion, but there was tenderness, too. That was the part I liked.
She'd pause every once in a while and hold my face between her hands and look at me and say, "I'm really falling in love with you."
And then we'd start up again.
I held on as long as I could.
Every time I thought I was going to come, I'd slow down so I could hold out longer.
But then I couldn't help myself and I said, "I'm going to come," and she said "oh, yes; yes yes," and I came and it was sort of like dying, I don't know how else to describe it, it was like I was surrendering my entire being to her, and I wanted to, I wanted her to take me and control me the rest of my life.
And then we were done, spent.
I got down on my haunches and helped get the leg of her jeans back on. I couldn't help myself from touching her there again. I felt where I'd just been, felt where we commingled, and she must have sensed what I was feeling because she put her hand on mine and left it there for a long and tender moment.
On the way back to town, her driving her dad's nice new car, she said, "I wish you would've heard it."
"Maybe I did."
"God, really?"
I told her about the strange brief muffled words in my head as we'd been making love.
"That's how it was the first time for me, too," she said.
Then we were quiet for a time, there was just the heater blowing and a rock ballad playing, and the farm fields blue in the midnight moon ran on and on, flat and beautiful, for endless miles.
"I want to tell you something," I said.
She looked at me curiously. "All right."
"I was a virgin until tonight."
She smiled. "God, I wish I could say the same."
"I mean, you didn't guess?"
"Huh-uh. You did just fine."
I could feel myself grinning. Couldn't help it. "I was afraid I'd do something stupid."
"Like what?"
"Oh, I don't know. Come too fast or something like that."
"You did just great. Really. Just great."
Then she reached over and took my hand and gave it a quick squeeze. "I really am falling in love with you."
"I'm falling in love with you, too."
"I know," she smiled. "And that's what makes it so nice."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Summer came the following week.
That's a local joke, about how you can have summer and winter and summer again all within the same month. Sometimes within the same week.
But it really was sort of like summer, people walking around downtown in their shirtsleeves and dresses.
By noon, the temperature was in the seventies and the sunlight was very warm. Convertible tops went down and everywhere you went you heard loud rock and roll music. It was like the town was having this party.
On my lunch hour, I walked over to Taubman's Cigar Store. That's what it's always been called, but even though they sell cigarettes and cigars it's mostly a newsstand where I buy all my science fiction paperbacks.
The big thing at Taubman's is the skin magazines. Two or three times in the past few years, The Women Of Righteousness picketed the place, but Mr. Taubman didn't give in.
Mr. Taubman keeps the skin magazines in the back of his store, so that's where you usually find the crowd. It's always kind of fun to watch guys go back there. Some of them look kind of sneaky and furtive. Some kind of swagger, as if they're daring you to say anything about what they're doing. And some are just fast, shoot back there, thumb through a few pages, and then shoot back out into the street.
I spent twenty minutes going through the new paperbacks. I bought two of them, a Koontz and a King, them pretty much being my favorite writers.
I was just leaving when I saw Garrett coming
through the doorway.
Even though his shift didn't start for a couple of hours, he was already in uniform.
Any self-consciousness he'd
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