Page 7 of Defined and Defiled
I can not help but laugh,
“What, it's a very normal name!”
I continue with my laughter. “It's just normally you get Dick from Richard, but we got a Dictionary instead.”
“Very funny - not.” He deadpans. “And you’re Shirley, if I heard the paramedics right.”
“You did. So, Richard I'm assuming- or hoping- that you worked at the school. So we can work from there.”
His forehead glows again, and he floats down to me.
“While you were walking your-” He pauses to look down at Melon, who has busied herself with chewing on my blanket while we talk, “dog. I realized I could float, but I have afeeling I can do more than that. Would you mind flipping me open?”
He floats down to rest in my lap. He's a sturdy book, as evidenced by the weight of him on my thighs.
“Where will your head go when I open you?”
“I will either be smashed against your leg, or, if my suspicions are correct, my face will move to the page you open up.”
I run my fingers up and down his pages, trying to decide where to start, and he shivers.
“Can you please stop that?” The cover turns a slight pink, and I move my fingers away.
“I'm sorry.” I take a deep breath and open him up.
What did I expect to find in a dictionary other than definitions? The inside of Richard is standard for the first couple of pages. His suspicions were not correct, and his face remains mushed against my leg as I move through his pages. I can feel his hot breaththrough my skirt. Nothing happens until I reach Adore. (Verb 1. To worship 2. To love with one's entire heart and soul; regard with deep respect and affection.)
Next to the word, there's a little heart with the letters ‘ZB + CH 4EVA’ glowing gold.
Richard ruffles his pages.
“What's that? I feel something!”
“I don't know. There's a doodle here and it's glowing.”
“Booyah!” The drawing starts to brighten more, the glow hurting my eyes. “Let's try it.”
“I'm not so sure that's a good idea.” I start to protest, but lose the will to argue halfway through.
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Libidinous (adj.)
li·bid·i·nous : having or marked by lustful desires
There is a warm, light feeling that seems to take over the room. My chest suddenly feels too tight in my GFS Math-a-thon tee, and I would do anything to take it off. Richard's warm breath along my thighs is overwhelming. I have to squirm to draw his attention away. Melon jumps down and runs around the room, her tail wagging and tongue rolling out of her mouth like a red carpet.
“Is anything happening?” Richard yells, but his voice is muffled from where he is pressed down against me. I rub my legs together, trying to think past these sensations. Melon hops on her hind legs.
“Something's happening all right. Something is for sure happening.” It takes a lot of effort to close Richard, and I flip him over so I can see his face.
His pupils are as blown as I assume mine must be. The effect is not as strong now, but it is definitely there. My heart feels like I've run a marathon, all the aftermath of sex but none of the sweaty fun parts.
“So maybe we won't shoot the horny ray anymore?” I tease.
“What?” Richard's forehead creases. I gesture towards my hard nipples, and Melon barks in agreement. His eyes shift towards my breast and his face is more of an open book than he was a few seconds ago. He licks his lips before drawing his wide eyes back up to my face.
“Oh,” Richard mumbles. “That explains it.”
