I asked her if she was a virgin. Almost, she said. Neat, I answered, you almost married a millionaire. Both of us were dreaming.
Should have gone like this:
"Are you on the pill?", I asked, running my fingers softly through her soft hair, and leaning close to her gentle face--our eyes locked tenderly, our hearts beating fast.
"Almost", she replied with a soft intake of breath, as she wet her pouting lips with her tongue. "Do you have a condom, Solon?". Her beauty was a wild bird calling me to the sky; I could taste her lipstick, just inches form my lips. Her tiny hands were powerful as they clutched at my chest. "Almost, I said"...and then her lips were crushed against mine, and both of us went tumbling down down down, into the softness and the heat of our dreams... |
