Page 18 of Colossal
Yesterday, I might have thought so, but I’m itchy and restless without it.
I close my eyes on the way to the cafeteria and imagine the milky consistency of it dripping down my inner thighs, his facea mask of bliss above me, his body jerking, jerking with the utter satisfaction of putting a baby in my tummy.
More, Daddy. More.
“Hey, Fairy Tale,” Eric says now, coming up behind me. Taking my hand. I’m beaming up at him as we walk into the cafeteria together, aware that everyone is staring, as they’ve been doing in the hallways all day long. Good. Let them look. I couldn’t be prouder to be walking with Eric, the most beautiful man in all of creation.
He’s proud to walk beside me, too. The proof is right there, in the set of his shoulders, the puff of his chest, his confident walk.
Would he be proud of me if he spent five minutes listening to my stepmother?
I ignore the influx of nerves and focus on the positives in this moment. I’m adding food to my tray, aren’t I? A chocolate milk and pasta salad, so I won’t be hungry from the lack of breakfast soon. My boyfriend is carrying my backpack and standing behind me like a sentry, glaring at every boy who gets too close. Now, he’s walking me over to his table full of hockey teammates, holding both of our trays, because he’s proud of me.
For now, whispers a voice in the back of my head.
“Hey everyone, you already know this is Marlow, my girlfriend. She’s sitting withus, but she’s withme. I suggest none of you forget that.”
“Hey Marlow,” they say as one, but all of them keep their eyes on the table.
Eric leads me over to the other side of the group, setting down our trays side by side, before pulling me down into his lap. While my breath is catching over the turgidness of his shaft against my butt, he proceeds to open my carton of chocolate milk and hand me my pasta salad fork. Taking care of me. Valuing me.
It’s such a warm feeling, I fumble with the pasta salad before I manage to get one of the soft pieces of fusilli on my fork. Forgoing my bite for the moment, I turn slightly and lever myself up to leave a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you.”
“Getting to hold you while you eat is thanks enough, Marlow.”
My face warms.Allof me warms.
Boy, I wish we were alone so we could kiss. Deep kisses. Leading kisses.
He tugs on the spaghetti strap on my shoulder, his attention straying to my breasts where they’re pushed up in the tight yellow bodice. “You look so pretty in your dress.”
I’ll look pretty out of it, too.
That’s what I want to say, because I hesitate.
Eric narrows his gaze. “What were you going to say?”
“Nothing. It was too forward.”
His eyes start to twinkle with humor. “I think we’re past worrying about being forward.” Rumbling a laugh, he drops a kiss onto my head. “That parking lot is never going to recover. And believe me, neither am I.”
I chew my lip hard. “We only just met, though. Did I…do you think I’m…”
His amusement is beginning to disappear. “Do I think you’re what? The most perfect girl on earth? Yeah. I do.” He gathers me closer, visibly concerned. “What’s up with you today? Are you sure nothing happened when you got home last night?”
“Nothing happened. I just laid there and missed you.”
One or both of us must have moved closer, because we’re breathing against each other’s mouths now, his erection swelling more insistently against my bottom. “I missed you more, baby.”
We’re speaking quietly so the rest of his teammates, who are carrying on their own conversation, don’t hear us. But I leanin closer, anyway, to make sure. “Do you have hockey practice today?”
“No. Not until tomorrow.”
I nod, trying to rein in my considerable appetite for Eric, but I can’t. It’s got me by the throat, my underwear sopping wet from a day of touching him and seeing him without getting the relief he showed me last night. “My parents don’t get home until six o’clock, if you want to hang out.”
His chest starts to rise and fall faster, his heartbeat knocking against my shoulder. “I’ll be home alone until six, too. Do you want to come over after school?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
