Maladroit
By J. Bradley
Courting Blaze Fielding was easy. I cooed Whitney Houston's "I Will Always Love You" and her halter top fluttered to the floor. Blaze always liked to tease her hair high so I could weed the moans. I didn't mind wearing her Aqua Net like mittens after.
She was always picky about the where. Blaze hated bathrooms, how the tiled floors chewed checkerboards into her back. She didn't like bringing food into the mix so the kitchen was out. The thought of being caught rotted her lust so public places were out, too. It always came back to my daybed.
I waited until my little brother watched t.v. downstairs before I closed the door of our bedroom. I folded open the GamePro, held it steady in my left hand; I could see in Blaze's eyes how much she missed me. We were always careful to not let the bed springs bloom.
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J. Bradley is the author of Dodging Traffic (Ampersand Books, 2009). He lives at iheartfailure.net.
By J. Bradley
Courting Blaze Fielding was easy. I cooed Whitney Houston's "I Will Always Love You" and her halter top fluttered to the floor. Blaze always liked to tease her hair high so I could weed the moans. I didn't mind wearing her Aqua Net like mittens after.
She was always picky about the where. Blaze hated bathrooms, how the tiled floors chewed checkerboards into her back. She didn't like bringing food into the mix so the kitchen was out. The thought of being caught rotted her lust so public places were out, too. It always came back to my daybed.
I waited until my little brother watched t.v. downstairs before I closed the door of our bedroom. I folded open the GamePro, held it steady in my left hand; I could see in Blaze's eyes how much she missed me. We were always careful to not let the bed springs bloom.
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J. Bradley is the author of Dodging Traffic (Ampersand Books, 2009). He lives at iheartfailure.net.
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