“Here? You have something to show me here?” Gabe
asked.
Lily just laughed and punched the button for the third
floor. He didn’t move.
“You coming?” she asked. He stumbled in as it was
closing and made the doors bounce open again. Finally, he
laughed. He was that ridiculous teenager again, not
knowing what the fuck to do with his body, with girls, with
elevators.
“That’s the first time I’ve heard you laugh,” Lily said.
Gabe had the question on his lips, but the warm buzz
in his skin told him the answer. Lily leaned against the rail,
dragging her eyes heavily over Gabe’s body.
Wait. WAIT. Don’t get off the elevator. Go back to the
movie. The preachers eyes hovered just behind his head,
oozing a tepid, conditional love. Must be a good man.
Must be perfect. Must not feel.
Lily took the last two fingers of his hand as the doors
opened. She pulled him gently, and he followed. She kept
looking back at him as she walked down the hall. She
looked at him with mischief, with acceptance of who he
was, and whoever he wanted to be.
***
“Fuck me. Fuck me hard and fast. Come as fast as you
can. I want you to get your first cum over with so we can
do it again before the movie ends.” Lily whipped the
blankets off the bed and stripped off her ill-fitting civilian
clothes.
Gabe couldn’t move.
Lily stood in front of him naked and pulled her hair
down. Her small breasts pointed at him. Her flat stomach
gave way to a dark and furry bush. Gabe’s cock hardened
and screamed to get in that cunt.
Gabe mumbled, “What if… sexual harassment… my
job… not right…condom?”