SENSE: Part TWO (installment #4)
Sense: Part II I write. Most often it goes unread, only a lucky few get to skim. This is a piece I've been working on for some time now--not sure if it will be a short story or much longer. I suppose it could be categorized as adolescent lit. It's a work in progress. Suggestions and constructive criticism are welcome. Working title- Sense Installment # 4 (continued from September 1st )
Why do I dare her to kiss him?
During the time my prince charming and my new psycho friend are in the bathroom by the auditorium, I stand guard outside. I am the watchdog. I put my ear to the door and wait to hear something. No murmurs or voices, which means they aren’t talking. I get restless. He’s in there with her and I made it happen. I feel nauseous. At the same time I am too chicken shit to do it myself. I am fourteen years old and a virgin in all respects of the word. I’ve seen penises in porno magazines. I know what shaved pussies look like because of my friend’s stash. Andy’s grandparents own a little shop and coffee house in a touristy area in the mountains. Amidst the souvenir coasters and chocolate bars, is an extensive array of pornography. One weekend when I was up there he led me into the bathroom. He made me swear not to tell anyone. He swore on his dead grandmother he would cut my ponytail off while I slept if I did tell. My ponytail, my identity, there's no way I would have told. I promised and we spit on it. He stood on the toilet bowl, on his tippy toes stretching his torso up, his arm sneaking into the hallow ceiling. The few strands of hairs from under his arms peaked through his t-shirt. He pushed the ceiling up and over. It overlapped another board. His hand entombs a stack of magazines. Not dusty, arranged neatly in a plastic ziplock bag, all crisp and flat. The cover of the top one featured a girl with enormous breasts, the right nipple touching the tip of her tongue. I became intrigued. That day I learned what an uncircumcised penis looked like and the logistics of a boob job.
Why do I dare her to kiss him?
During the time my prince charming and my new psycho friend are in the bathroom by the auditorium, I stand guard outside. I am the watchdog. I put my ear to the door and wait to hear something. No murmurs or voices, which means they aren’t talking. I get restless. He’s in there with her and I made it happen. I feel nauseous. At the same time I am too chicken shit to do it myself. I am fourteen years old and a virgin in all respects of the word. I’ve seen penises in porno magazines. I know what shaved pussies look like because of my friend’s stash. Andy’s grandparents own a little shop and coffee house in a touristy area in the mountains. Amidst the souvenir coasters and chocolate bars, is an extensive array of pornography. One weekend when I was up there he led me into the bathroom. He made me swear not to tell anyone. He swore on his dead grandmother he would cut my ponytail off while I slept if I did tell. My ponytail, my identity, there's no way I would have told. I promised and we spit on it. He stood on the toilet bowl, on his tippy toes stretching his torso up, his arm sneaking into the hallow ceiling. The few strands of hairs from under his arms peaked through his t-shirt. He pushed the ceiling up and over. It overlapped another board. His hand entombs a stack of magazines. Not dusty, arranged neatly in a plastic ziplock bag, all crisp and flat. The cover of the top one featured a girl with enormous breasts, the right nipple touching the tip of her tongue. I became intrigued. That day I learned what an uncircumcised penis looked like and the logistics of a boob job.
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