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Chapter Three: Writer in The Dark
After getting back to Allendale and dropping Vin back at his house, I drove to Greta's, noticing that neither of her parents' vehicles were anywhere to be seen. I wondered if she was even home as I walked up to the front door and knocked; that thought expeditiously resolved when Greta answered the door in nothing but a bathrobe. I won't lie; she had that girl next door cuteness about her that I loved - unlike in the movies, where she'd stand depicted as some drop-dead gorgeous supermodel-esque stereotype.
"So, my rock star is leaving me with another woman?" Greta bit her lower lip as she glared at me.
"What? How..."
"Vin texted me."
I snickered with a paltry grin, tugging at the corner of my mouth, "That's what he was doing." I paused as I shook my head and looked down, "Well, I guess it wasn't a secret to begin with. That is what I was coming to tell you, babe."
"Like you were gonna tell me about dropping out?" Greta asked, seemingly suppressing a chortle of sorts.
I looked into her eyes, "I'm sorry that was kind of an impulsive decision to do it today - but that's not an excuse, and I should've waited around for you so we could've talked at the park after you got out."
Greta sighed, "It's okay, Johnny."
"Wait, are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Positive?"
Greta softly grinned as she suddenly grabbed me by the shirt, "Come here, you fucking idiot." There was a frolicsome nature to the tone of her voice as she pulled me to her and planted her lips to mine as though she felt the need to reclaim them. "Plus, I got some news today too." Departing from my lips only enough to give her space to speak.
"You did?" I wrapped my arms around her waist, playing with the belt of the bathrobe.
"They accepted my application."
"Grand Valley?"
"Nope."
"University of Michigan?"
"No."
"Michigan State?"
"Not there either."
"Umm, Wayne State?"
That one made her giggle as she subtly shook her head, "That's a nope too, babe."
"Where then?" I asked, genuinely curious as I felt her hands move up and begin playing with my hair.
"Well, my love, you haven't been the most vague about your want of migrating to L.A. for a better life. So I applied to UCLA at the beginning of the school year." She smiled happily, and before I could get a response out, she had her lips re-locked to mine.
As I reciprocated the kiss, she playfully pulled me into the house; I closed the door behind us. Then, once we were both wholly inside and without breaking the kiss, she both locked and deadbolted the door. Which, in turn, led to her pulling me deeper into the house in the direction of the bathroom; there were still no words as she slowly began to undress me, keeping us both in motion - leaving my leather jacket on the floor first.
"Take a bath with me?" Greta whispered bewitchingly against my lips, simultaneously reaching both of her hands up under my shirt almost as if playfully begging me to take it off.
"Yes," I kept my reply short, and as I took off my shirt, she was already fumbling with my belt. Then, as we made it to the threshold of the bathroom door, I kicked off my thrift store Doc Martens, and we together pushed my crimson skinny jeans and Hello Kitty boxer briefs off; now only in my socks as we entered the bathroom, I pulled on the belt of her bathrobe: untying it.
"Baby." Greta seductively giggled, allowing the robe to fall to the floor. We turned as she pressed her soft pulchritudinous body firmly to mine; my heartbeat began to flutter and quicken - which I'm perfectly sure she could feel - and before I knew it, I was sitting on the edge of the tub. I'm not even sure as to why, but this oddly was starting to seem like it was our first time again; well, then again, it had been bout two months since we'd been intimate last.
At this moment, I quickly removed my socks, tossing them across the bathroom before she stood overtop of me, leaning forward as she started the bath. While she paused there, I planted a tender kiss on the center of her chest between her breasts.
Greta looked down at me with a smile as she lowered herself onto my lap. The warmth of her velvet petals teased as they grazed the length of my now throbbing flesh, sending pleasant shivers through my entire body. "Oh, yeah, baby; you like that?"
"Of course." The words danced from my lips almost as a moan as a bit of cyprine slowly flowed from 'tween her velvet petals dripping like honey: warm and sticky down my shaft.
"In the tub," Greta said before again planting her soft lip against mine in a deep yet quick kiss, then lifting herself from my lap - the welcome warmth departing but leaving a string of sweet sap behind.
"Yes, ma'am," I said as I slid myself slowly into the tub, facing the faucet.
"Good boy." Once she was happy with the level the water was at - she turned it off and joined me, again lowering herself onto my lap, though this time, her eager velvet petals welcomed every inch of engorged flesh. The sensation shot shock waves up my spine; then I closed my eyes, lips slightly agape as my thoughts began to wander astray - but I was quickly pulled back into the moment when I felt Greta slip her tongue into my mouth.
Our tongues waltzed with each other, both swirling and sharing saliva in the process; as this was happening, I wrapped my hands around her waist, and she began to grind on me so slowly, keeping a deliberately beguiling pace.
"Baby, stop," I moaned into her mouth, gently squeezing her waist.
"What's wrong, Johnny?"
"I was about to cum; that would've been embarrassing. Plus, we don't have any protection." I raised my right hand to gesture as I took a few deep breaths.
"Don't worry about it, baby."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm on the pill, Johnathan Edward Paganini. I do wanna have your babies, but not quite yet."
"Oh, that's good to hear, Margaret Antonia Eve," I said with a loving smile, looking into her honey-brown eyes before we locked lips again - and again, I closed my eyes. But this time, instead of my thoughts wandering astray, another set of amber eyes invaded them. After we broke the kiss, I pushed the image away and spoke, "Maybe we should take this to your bedroom, babe? Probably be better for your knees."
"Mmm, yeah, probably," she looked down at the limited space between her legs and the sides of the tub. "I did kind of overestimate the space we'd have for activities."
"It's okay, baby," I said as she slightly leaned forward, looking down - so I took that moment to plant a soft, small kiss on the tip of her adorable button nose.
As Greta leaned back, my hands gingerly danced up her body and along her chest, stopping at her delicate neck. She let out a petite moan as I slowly ran the tips of my fingers along her jawline. Once she returned to her original position, she bit her lower lip in a playfully devilish way before purposely - in the most pleasurable of tortuous ways, lifting herself, knowing every sensation would shoot through my body like waves just beneath the skin.
"Okay, baby; I won't tease you anymore, I promise." A playful yet mischievous grin accompanied her stretch of a promise.
"Sure, baby girl, whatever you say," I replied with a wink, then held her hand as she fully got up and out of the tub. Swiftly following out after and picking her up, surprisingly enough, not slipping and falling flat on my ass in the process - but I didn't, and in almost a blur of what felt like mere seconds lost in the rhythm of our heartbeats, I had her in her bedroom, over top of her on the bed. Then, without even a singular utterance shared between us, we wholly relinquished ourselves to the fever of the moment. But to keep my thoughts from drifting astray yet again, I need my best to maintain my focus on Greta, yet unfortunately, I did slip a few times, and she did drift back into my head; I also almost moaned her name as Greta and myself both finished: that would've been a fucking nightmare!
After my name left Greta's lips with a moan, she reached up, placed both her hands on my face, and then pulled me down for a kiss - which, of course, I matched her lip's eager hunger. "I love you, Johnny."
"I love you too, Greta, so much." I kissed her again before slowly pulling out of her, then seeing that it was now midnight, "Join me out back for a smoke?"
"Sure, baby." Greta nodded before we left her bedroom to retrieve our things.
I retrieved my clothes, only putting back on my Hello Kitty boxer briefs, Doc Martens, and Leather Jacket, and she merely got back into her bathrobe. Then we were in the backyard, and to my surprise, sharing a cigarette.
"Have I ever told you that you look like Remington Leith?" Greta asked with a giggle before taking a drag from the Marlboro and handing it over.
"No, not that I can recall." I accepted the cigarette.
"Well, you do." Greta giggled.
"Oh, do I," I chuckled, "So, either I look older than I am, or he looks younger than he is?" I took a long drag.
"Something like that... Your voices are pretty similar, too."
"Well, hey, I'll take it; at least I'm not ugly."
After that, there was a lull in the conversation until after we put out the cigarette. But as Greta got up, I pulled her back down onto my lap and playfully opened her robe.
"Honestly, Johnny, out here?" She shook her head.
"What, it's dark, not like anyone's gonna catch us, plus making love under the moonlight is romantic, ain't it?" I said, softly rubbing her sides.
Greta giggled playfully and rolled her eyes, "I guess I'm not going to school today."
"Round two?"
"Round two."
Adam Nowak
Fujifilm X-T3, Kamlan 50mm f/1.1
[EN] I went to a Raz Dwa Trzy concert. I debated whether to bring a better camera or stick with my daily compact setup. I chose the “daily.” Small. Discreet. I didn’t want to get in anyone’s way.
I took a few photos — the focus wasn’t always where it should’ve been. That’s okay. It’s enough to remember this wonderful evening.
Two albums, a full set of autographs, great lighting, and even better music. A truly pleasant night. And that’s exactly how I’ll remember it.
[PL] Byłem na koncercie zespołu Raz Dwa Trzy. Zastanawiałem się, czy zabrać ze sobą lepszy aparat, czy zostać przy moim codziennym, kompaktowym zestawie. Zostałem przy „daily”. Mały. Dyskretny. Nie chciałem nikomu przeszkadzać.
Zrobiłem kilka zdjęć — ostrość nie zawsze tam, gdzie powinna. To nic. Na pamiątkę tego cudownego wieczoru wystarczy.
Dwie płyty, komplet autografów, dobre światło i jeszcze lepsza muzyka. Całkiem przyjemny wieczór. I właśnie tak go zapamiętam.
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