Fallout (Crank 3)

kissing me again. Only this time,

his lips move across my neck,

down over my collarbone. To

the soft mounds beneath. I want

to say, “Wait.” But it won’t let me.

I can barely catch my breath, but

this time for all the right (wrong!)

reasons. My heart jackhammers

in my chest. Bryce must hear!

His lips stop traveling my torso,

long enough to encourage me

out of my jeans. His come off too,

and I might stop to fold everything

correctly, but it insists I just leave

our clothes heaped together

and take a good long look at Bryce.

Except for sex ed pictures, I’ve never

seen a penis before. But I’m def

seeing one now. “No,” I want

to say. But it reaches out. Touches

Bryce there. Likes how the skin

feels. Likes the heat. “Stop,”

I want to say, but it makes Autumn

(me?) do things she doesn’t know

how to do. I realize suddenly that

it means to make her go all the way.

This is like watching a movie, only

I can’t find the remote. No way

to pause

. No way to reverse.