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ds_flashfictionTwo alley!sex drabbles, fifteen years apart. Look for a sequel involving one of the parties (but not the other) sometime this weekend. *evil grin*
We are so young and clever/And things will never change.
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They stumbled out of the club, holding on to each other and giggling. Ray felt like he could just float up in the air and never, never come down. Stella tripped on a crack in the pavement, and they both fell onto the alley wall.
"Ow," Ray complained, grinning at Stella.
She laughed at him, all beautiful bright lips and he just had to kiss her. She let him slide his tongue into her mouth, but then she pushed him back, and whispered "You wanna do it? You wanna do it here?"
"Here?" Ray repeated stupidly, but Stella was already hooking her fingers into his belt loops, rolling her eyes. And yeah, it was a shocker, but hey, sex with Stella, he wasn't going to pass this up, alley or no. So he slid her skirt down the perfect curves of her body and, God, she wasn't wearing any underwear. She jerked his pants and boxers down in one savage pull and leaned into him, already wet. His dick slammed into overdrive and he thrust into her, and she moaned, pushed him on, until they came, one after another. And they were in each other's arms, sticky and panting in an alley, and he never wanted to let her go.
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Light flickered in the alley from the headlights of the passing cars. The wall was cold and dirt-smeared behind Ray's back. Stella pressed against him, moving her hands over his body from his face to his nipples to his belly with desperate half-caresses, half-slaps. His fingers grasped onto her hips, and he was pulling her closer, thinking stay, oh, please God, stay. His dick strained needy against his jeans, pressing into Stella's business suit skirt. Stella was rubbing up against it, almost automatically like this was one of the dozens of times before, the thrill just the same.
But Ray was floating, Ray was dying, looking down at his body, at Stella, at fifteen years worth of wreckage. And then his dick jerked once, twice, and he was screaming and he was plummeting back down and he was coming and Stella was crying. They collapsed into each other, falling slo-mo into the gravel, and Ray clung to Stella, still sobbing, and knew that it was finally over.
We are so young and clever/And things will never change.
*
They stumbled out of the club, holding on to each other and giggling. Ray felt like he could just float up in the air and never, never come down. Stella tripped on a crack in the pavement, and they both fell onto the alley wall.
"Ow," Ray complained, grinning at Stella.
She laughed at him, all beautiful bright lips and he just had to kiss her. She let him slide his tongue into her mouth, but then she pushed him back, and whispered "You wanna do it? You wanna do it here?"
"Here?" Ray repeated stupidly, but Stella was already hooking her fingers into his belt loops, rolling her eyes. And yeah, it was a shocker, but hey, sex with Stella, he wasn't going to pass this up, alley or no. So he slid her skirt down the perfect curves of her body and, God, she wasn't wearing any underwear. She jerked his pants and boxers down in one savage pull and leaned into him, already wet. His dick slammed into overdrive and he thrust into her, and she moaned, pushed him on, until they came, one after another. And they were in each other's arms, sticky and panting in an alley, and he never wanted to let her go.
*
Light flickered in the alley from the headlights of the passing cars. The wall was cold and dirt-smeared behind Ray's back. Stella pressed against him, moving her hands over his body from his face to his nipples to his belly with desperate half-caresses, half-slaps. His fingers grasped onto her hips, and he was pulling her closer, thinking stay, oh, please God, stay. His dick strained needy against his jeans, pressing into Stella's business suit skirt. Stella was rubbing up against it, almost automatically like this was one of the dozens of times before, the thrill just the same.
But Ray was floating, Ray was dying, looking down at his body, at Stella, at fifteen years worth of wreckage. And then his dick jerked once, twice, and he was screaming and he was plummeting back down and he was coming and Stella was crying. They collapsed into each other, falling slo-mo into the gravel, and Ray clung to Stella, still sobbing, and knew that it was finally over.
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Date: 2004-05-05 04:48 am (UTC)Very well done, very real!
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Date: 2004-05-05 06:01 am (UTC)Excellent!
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Date: 2004-05-05 07:05 am (UTC)Nice work.
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