Back by popular demand!
Well, maybe not.
Regardless, hello to all! I recently decided to try my hand at Flash Fiction, I guess to try and get the creative juices flowing again. Been in the usual rut. With that being said, the following is my attempt; I don’t know if I wanna keep it short or turn this into a longer piece. Would love to hear some critiques/opinions. Enjoy!
Lily watched his naked body writhe.
He was a tornado in bed, and not in a good way. He had been snoring more than an hour now, but the way he tossed and turned, you’d think he was trying to force the deep sleep he had already entered.
She had picked him up at 10, at Bourbon Street.
“D’you come here often?”
Why was that every guy’s opening line? “Do you come here often?” So what if she did? Would that make it easier to understand her, to break through the prototypical sheild he most definately figured her to have? And if she didn’t? Would he have given up trying to chat her up? Its a stupid question. She would have appreciated a better one, something like:
“Hey, I wanna fuck. D’you?”
But no. “D’you come here often?”
“No. Just came because I heard they have $1 martinis. I love martinis.”
He had asked the bartender for two martinis so quickly it was almost sad. But Victor was cute, cute in that “I-don’t-do-this-often-but-she-smiled-at-me-and-I’ve-been-drinking-so-why-not” way. Like he didn’t know his own potential. And, in his defense, Lily had smiled at him. She had also rubbed her cleavage against his arm, which was out in full bra-busting effect, but he looked like the type that needed a little help.
They had drank a few, talked a few. It was a blur. She had spent most of the night trying to hurry things up, but Victor, typical man that he was, wanted it slow. He was cute, yes, but as the night went on it began to fade. He wanted to woo her, to talk about his job and his skills. Men always want to conquer, not be conquered. She almost gave up on him, but it was already midnight so
Lily grabbed his inner thigh and said “Do you wanna get out of here? Its getting too packed. I don’t live to far.”
His eyes had widened, and she could feel a stirring in his pants. Already?
They had taken a cab to 43rd. She fucked him. It ended too quickly. He was too excited, too vigorous, not imaginative enough. But he had touched her. That was enough.