Page 13 of Rock Me

“I think I’m out of autumn things,” she shrugs, and I can tell a thousand more are flooding her brain right now. I want to hear each and every one.

“How ‘bout I trade you for another one of mine,” I offer her. Any excuse to get her to open up more to me.

“Is it juicy?” Her eyes sparkle at the prospect.

“Like a lemonade stand on the first day of summer.”

“Ooooh! Spill!” She clasps her hands together, gleefully, and spreads her legs straight out in front of her again. I can’t help noticing how long and curvy they are, even jailed in those tights. I wonder how she would react if I offered to help her out of them right now.

Geez, focus, you bloody hound dog. I can’t help it, it’s like I’m suddenly in heat and I’ve caught a sniff of her scent and I won’t give up until I have a taste.

“Hey! Don’t leave me hanging!” Her voice infiltrates my dirty thoughts of her and I have to look away before I speak. I don’t even know why I’m sharing what I’m about to tell her. But now isn’t the time to be contemplating her sorcery. It’s the time to just trust and fall.

“Okay, okay. So, I’ve never admitted this to anyone before but… I’ve never, ever been in love. Not even close.”

Her eyes widen and her jaw drops a little. “Wow. Really?”

“Really.” I nod my head. “Have you?”

“Of course I have!” She exclaims like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. It makes me feel a little embarrassed of my confession. “Of course I’ve loved. It sucked!” She laughs. “No, it’s great. It just sucks when it’s over. Falling out of love is one of the worst things ever. You know, you expend so much time and energy, falling for some one. Then it happens and you’re so happy and you build this world and future together, and then one day, you wake up, and you’re looking at this face and… you just realize. I don’t love this person anymore. And you don’t know how to extract yourself from that life.”

“Wow. You just made love suck.”

She guffaws and there’s the tiniest snort at the end of it. She burns red and covers her face.

I bite my tongue trying not to tear her hands away. I wouldn’t be able to stop myself running my fingers over her flushed cheeks in the process.

“Your turn,” I remind her, once we’ve been quiet for a few seconds.

“You can’t handle my real secrets.”

“Try me.”

“Okay, I stole a handful of cheese from the falafel place and put it in my bag and when I go home, I’m going to have the best grilled cheese you’ve ever dreamt of.”

“Wow. Hardcore.”

“Told ya. Wanna hear another one?”

“Hit me with it.”

“I don’t know how to ride a stick.”

“Um, you’re going to have to be a little more specific…” Because I’m coming up with my own version of what she means. Stop thinking about her riding… anything, Jez. Just stop it.

“A manual! A car with gears you have to change yourself and stuff.”

“Oh! DRIVE a stick.”

“That’s what I said,” she glares at me.

“Toilet Girl, I can guarantee you, if you had said DRIVE a stick and not RIDE a stick, I would not be having issues with my own… er, stick right now.”

Her eyebrows raise and I know she’s doing everything in her power not to look at my crotch. Which is probably better for us both.

“I gave you two. It’s definitely your turn now.”

“Fine. Um, ok, how about this. I think I’m a fraud.” I let out a breath. One I’ve been holding all day.