Maidenhead

‘Dad is a troll.’

My mom said nothing.

I went on in the void, through our dying line. ‘He sleeps in the basement and comes home from work early and then he’s on his computer all night. What do you think he’s doing down there?’

‘His problems are not your problems, okay?’

‘I still live here, right? You don’t. So you don’t know.’

‘I don’t want to hear about you babying your dad! He’s an adult, for god’s sake. I want to hear about you.’

‘I’m not babying him! He gives me and Jeff twenty bucks a week to get us out of the house and shut us up.’

‘I’m sending you guys money soon. Please. You don’t have to worry about your father. It’s disgusting ... ’

‘It’s not disgusting.’

‘Myra, I have to get off the phone, there’s someone waiting.’

‘Fine. Go.’

‘I’ll come back, you know.’ My mother’s voice was a pipsqueak.

‘No you won’t.’

‘I will.’

‘Well, I won’t need you anymore when you do.’

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Aaron staggered into my bedroom around five in the morning. He was jumping on one foot like a monkey in the rain. I shut the door tight.

‘It smells like Indian food in here, My.’

Aaron slid off his shirt and jeans. His chest was bony, the colour of a peach. His cock looked like a rag that he squeezed and let go.

‘I got here as fast as I could. I’m sorry, I’m just so fucking horny for you.’

Now his penis was a wire. He was searching on the floor in the pockets of his jeans. I watched him slide a condom on himself.

‘You’re so fucking sexy, Myra.’

I wasn’t doing anything. I was just standing there watching him, feeling cold.

‘Wils was laughing at me how fast I ditched him. Come on, you need help?’

I didn’t need help. I unzipped my jeans. I felt my hands under my armpits and I took off my T-shirt. Inside my head was Elijah, just Elijah. They made me leave them. My nipples were hard. I wanted to be at Filmore’s, my love hotel.

‘Oh man, I love your body, your breasts, I love all your hair.’

I shuffled over to Aaron who was now lying flat on my bed, just his cock standing up. I stretched my legs and climbed over him. Aaron kept closing his eyes and opening them. His lids were purple-red like his cock. It looked like he was falling asleep. But he was so hard. He was reaching up for me and I just did it. Easy. I climbed right on. Climbed on and slid down. Aaron yelped. My thighs swung out to each side in a squat. I felt like an orangutan. It didn’t even hurt. The flute hurt. I was good for a second when Aaron held my waist and started rocking me around. I got into it and I closed my eyes and kind of danced and bounced on top of him. I put my hands on the wall ov

er his head. Aaron was rocking into me pretty hard when suddenly he sat up like an ironing board, one of those ones just popped out of a wall. He buried his head in my tits and jerked up so hard that my bed moved a foot away from the wall.

‘I’m gonna come,’ he said. ‘Is it okay if I come?’

‘Yes.’