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Authors: Andrew Kane
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“What are you doing here?” he asked.
“Same as you.”
“But you’re supposed to be in school by now.”
“So are you,” she said, leaning her body into his.
Close enough to be slow dancing, or other things, Joshua thought as he felt an erection. She pushed her hip into his; it seemed she knew exactly what she was doing. He grabbed her and pulled her into an alleyway. He wedged her between himself and the wall, and kissed her hard, and long. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly.
“Let’s not go to school today,” she suggested as soon as they broke for air.
“So that’s why you’re here. You wanna play hooky.”
“Not just play hooky, but play it with you .”
“You planned this?”
She smiled.
“And I bet you got some other games in mind, too,” he said as she brought her lips back to his.
This time, a short kiss. It was too dangerous for them to stand there for long, even in the alley. Joshua’s apartment was empty, but they couldn’t go back to the building because her father might catch them. She grabbed his hand and pulled him across the street, toward the park.
They found a grassy spot, hidden within the trees. Joshua was about to sit when he noticed her reach into her bag for a sheet she just happened to have with her. “You sure did plan this,” he said, as she spread the sheet on the ground.
“We’re gonna have a picnic, a lo—ng picnic,” she said as she sat down and pulled him close to her.
A few passionate kisses eventually lead to her easing his hand up her shirt, and letting him play with her breasts. The next thing he realized, her hand was in his pants.
“Wow,” she said, “they sure ain’t calling you Peanut because of this.”
They both chuckled as he started returning the favor, and suddenly, Celeste became gun shy.
She froze up and looked at him. “I think we should just kiss.”
“Yeah, sure. Fine,” he said, concealing his disappointment. In truth, he was really okay with it. He knew that sooner or later things would happen. Many things, in fact, each with its own novelty and excitement, until eventually he would become a full-fledged man. He took it for granted that all this was destined to happen with Celeste. Hell, he believed that everything of importance for the rest of his life was going to happen with Celeste.
Jerome, for the most part, pretended not to notice what was going on. It was hard for him, because his sister and Joshua were spending a lot of time together. Joshua felt bad that Jerome and he were drifting apart, but couldn’t help himself. Luckily, this year there were three new black kids in their class with whom Jerome had become friendly. One in particular, Roy Sharp, was replacing Joshua as Jerome’s best friend. Roy, a well behaved and extremely bright fellow, was clean cut, short and thin, bespectacled, and always dressed like a black “Poindexter.” His father was the Reverend Jameson Sharp, pastor of the local Baptist Church which had recently opened in a store-front on Empire Boulevard. Jerome had begun frequenting the church, and also the Sharps’ home. The more time Jerome spent with Roy and the reverend, the more he disapproved of Celeste and Joshua.
That night, at three a.m., in the small bedroom they shared in the back of the their basement apartment, Celeste and Jerome were soundly asleep. All was quiet, except for Jerome’s snoring.
Awake in another room, just a few feet away, lay a beast, a creature with inhuman lusts and cravings, sweating, obsessing, hating himself for what he was about to do. He looked at the woman fast asleep beside him. He despised her too, blaming her for not stopping him, for turning a blind eye all these years. For no matter how hard he tried to stop himself, he couldn’t.
The door to the children’s bedroom opened slowly, creaking hinges breaking the cadence of the snoring. Celeste’s eyes opened, but she lay still. The snoring suddenly stopped, but Jerome’s
“Same as you.”
“But you’re supposed to be in school by now.”
“So are you,” she said, leaning her body into his.
Close enough to be slow dancing, or other things, Joshua thought as he felt an erection. She pushed her hip into his; it seemed she knew exactly what she was doing. He grabbed her and pulled her into an alleyway. He wedged her between himself and the wall, and kissed her hard, and long. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly.
“Let’s not go to school today,” she suggested as soon as they broke for air.
“So that’s why you’re here. You wanna play hooky.”
“Not just play hooky, but play it with you .”
“You planned this?”
She smiled.
“And I bet you got some other games in mind, too,” he said as she brought her lips back to his.
This time, a short kiss. It was too dangerous for them to stand there for long, even in the alley. Joshua’s apartment was empty, but they couldn’t go back to the building because her father might catch them. She grabbed his hand and pulled him across the street, toward the park.
They found a grassy spot, hidden within the trees. Joshua was about to sit when he noticed her reach into her bag for a sheet she just happened to have with her. “You sure did plan this,” he said, as she spread the sheet on the ground.
“We’re gonna have a picnic, a lo—ng picnic,” she said as she sat down and pulled him close to her.
A few passionate kisses eventually lead to her easing his hand up her shirt, and letting him play with her breasts. The next thing he realized, her hand was in his pants.
“Wow,” she said, “they sure ain’t calling you Peanut because of this.”
They both chuckled as he started returning the favor, and suddenly, Celeste became gun shy.
She froze up and looked at him. “I think we should just kiss.”
“Yeah, sure. Fine,” he said, concealing his disappointment. In truth, he was really okay with it. He knew that sooner or later things would happen. Many things, in fact, each with its own novelty and excitement, until eventually he would become a full-fledged man. He took it for granted that all this was destined to happen with Celeste. Hell, he believed that everything of importance for the rest of his life was going to happen with Celeste.
Jerome, for the most part, pretended not to notice what was going on. It was hard for him, because his sister and Joshua were spending a lot of time together. Joshua felt bad that Jerome and he were drifting apart, but couldn’t help himself. Luckily, this year there were three new black kids in their class with whom Jerome had become friendly. One in particular, Roy Sharp, was replacing Joshua as Jerome’s best friend. Roy, a well behaved and extremely bright fellow, was clean cut, short and thin, bespectacled, and always dressed like a black “Poindexter.” His father was the Reverend Jameson Sharp, pastor of the local Baptist Church which had recently opened in a store-front on Empire Boulevard. Jerome had begun frequenting the church, and also the Sharps’ home. The more time Jerome spent with Roy and the reverend, the more he disapproved of Celeste and Joshua.
That night, at three a.m., in the small bedroom they shared in the back of the their basement apartment, Celeste and Jerome were soundly asleep. All was quiet, except for Jerome’s snoring.
Awake in another room, just a few feet away, lay a beast, a creature with inhuman lusts and cravings, sweating, obsessing, hating himself for what he was about to do. He looked at the woman fast asleep beside him. He despised her too, blaming her for not stopping him, for turning a blind eye all these years. For no matter how hard he tried to stop himself, he couldn’t.
The door to the children’s bedroom opened slowly, creaking hinges breaking the cadence of the snoring. Celeste’s eyes opened, but she lay still. The snoring suddenly stopped, but Jerome’s
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