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    Everything and Nothing: 16.) Beautiful and Impossible

    Then, with a barely perceptible shift of her eyebrows, her look turns to fear. She quickly kisses me again.

    I turn away from her kiss. Unfazed, she bites my earlobe.

    Do I scare you? I whisper.

    She looks at me and grins. Thats a dumb question.

    So whats the answer?

    She licks her way down to my *****. I wait, and just when Im getting pissed that she doesnt answer, she says Yeah.

    She gently bites my nipple, and I hiss. Sweet pleasure pain. Why?

    She stops, and hovers above me, resting her weight on her arms. When our eyes meet it reminds me of two magnets that repel. Gazes quickly swerve in opposite directions. And its like the Medusa legend in reverse. I cant look for too long, because she will turn to stone.

    Why do you want to talk about this now?

    Because you look like youre afraid of me, and I really dont wanna be in bed with anyone like that. If you dont want to talk about it, just say so.

    She sighs and flops down onto her back beside me. We lay that way for a while.

    Is it because of what I did that night? I say, tears suddenly in my eyes. I know not to look at her while she formulates an answer. If she formulates an answer.

    Yeah, she says, in a low murmur.

    I close my eyes. It hurts so ***** much. I wish so much Id never hurt you. The tears flow over, as if no time has passed at all.

    You didnt hurt me.

    I look at her. She sees that I am crying, and reaches to wipe my tears away. She always says that she hates to see girls cry, but this is more than that. She really does care about me. Of course the sweetness of it makes more tears there, and I try to blink them back.

    I didnt? Then what was it? I dont want to ask that question. I dont want to know the answer.

    She sighs, and rolls away, facing the ceiling again, folding her hands on her stomach. I dont do stuff like that.

    And I should have respected that.

    She turns and gives me an unfathomable look.

    Comments

    1. “When our eyes meet it reminds me of two magnets that repel. Gazes quickly swerve in opposite directions. And it’s like the Medusa legend in reverse. I can’t look for too long, because she will turn to stone.”

      Damn! What a powerful image. The judges had their heads up their butts. Nobody writes this well on this site but you. And I think I broke a personal record for how long I could hold my breath because from that line on to the end, I’m not sure I breathed at all. Powerful powerful story!

    2. I agree. And I don’t know what the judges are thinking…you are, without a doubt, the best writer on this site. Your work reads like a professional’s. The storylines are mature, and real; your characterizations are perfect; your language is lovely.

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