Page 45 of The Sky in Summer
My mother said those things had nothing to do with her objection. It was because she didn’t see us together. Plain and simple. Gaston the sculptor, familiar with proportion and balance, pointed out it was the ginormous tits that would always interfere. He said they were hard to look away from and sort of dominated the room. Aurora agreed completely.
Across the table, my father laughs at something his wife is saying. He is into her. Still. Decades after meeting, she holds his attention. And vice versa. Relationship goals.
“Let’s go, people! It’s almost nine,” Dove says rising.
The last of the pie and homemade ice cream has been devoured. Now we all feel like the sated lion at the head of the table. I hear a few grunts, and someone exhaled loudly. Aargon reaches for his plate.
“Leave it all! We’ll clean up afterwards. Somebody make sure the TV is on loud enough for the dogs.”
As the family gets up, a hand touches my leg. I stay in my seat. Turning toward my beautiful molester, a devilish smile appears on her face.
“Higher,” I say.
No one is listening, as they move out of the room, encouraged forward by Nobel, who takes up the rear.
“It’s fireworks time, everybody out!”
He doesn’t include us, so I borrow his identity as The Invisible Man.Thanks bro. When we are alone at the table, I hear my father in the kitchen asking about our whereabouts. Three people tell him to shut the fuck up. Not in those words exactly, but with the same firm delivery. Followed by a whispered comment I can’t make out and the quiet laughter of the whole group.
“I said higher,” I say in a low tone. “Quit fucking around! Come on! This may be our only chance.”
The moment it touches my dick my brain melts. I lift my hips as her hand runs the length of me.
“Very friendly of you,” I say.
“I was missing you.”
“I’m right here.”
“I was missingyou,” she says, squeezing my dick.
I grab her hand and remove it.
“It’s getting too hard. Shit. I want to fuck you right here.”
“I don’t think your family would enjoy that.”
“Now we have to wait here for it to go down.”
Layla chuckles and keeps her hands on the table. “Go down,” she says under her breath.
“Quit looking at me like that!” I say.
“What? I’m just appreciating how your lips are shaped.”
We sit in the silence for a few beats.
“I may become a fool for you.”
It comes out without me knowing the words were even there.
In her eyes something changes, like how I felt something just change for me.
All I want is to stop time, break the laws of physics, and make this moment last.
Outside, the first of the fireworks explode, putting the right punctuation on the feel. The unexpected boom startles Layla.
“Oh!”
