Creative Writing

Valentine’s Day

6:17 pm

The little girl appeared again. Under him, Adrienne’s body shrunk; her legs around his waist shortened; the heels pressing into his buttocks softened; he thickened as she tightened; and the hair fell from her, creating a desired friction. He closed his eyes and her hair turned from chocolate to vanilla, her mascara smeared across her face like indiscriminate bruises. Several propulsive thrusts—as if this were the last time they’d ever do it—and he was finished, letting loose on her stomach. Crawling up beside her, his panting ceased. He ran his fingers through his semen and dabbed them inside her playfully, surprised and disappointed that he hadn’t made her bleed too.

11:13 am

He couldn’t stop tapping on the table, keeping rhythm with the pounding blood in his ears. He checked his watch again. Looking around, he stood up, shoved his hands in his pockets, and walked to the door of the play area and scanned the McDonald’s entrance. He let out a sigh and was about to return to his impromptu drumming—until he heard his name called. Swinging around, he saw her in person for the first time and almost cried.

They embraced, her blonde head just under his sternum, until he thought they might crush each other. She smelled like raspberries. He didn’t look at her again until they were seated across from each other at the table he’d occupied all morning, right across from the ball pit.

“You’re even more beautiful in person.”

“So are you.” She giggled. “I mean, you’re even hotter than on the computer.”

He smiled. “Thanks. Are you hungry?”

“I’m starving.” She looked away from his staring eyes with a wide grin and a laugh. “Is a sundae okay?”

As he watched her put each spoonful of strawberries and ice cream between her barely parted lips, his erection throbbed. He looked around. “So who knows you’re here?”

“Nobody.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“You know, I could get into a lot of trouble—”

“Not if nobody knows,” she sang and held out her last spoonful of ice cream. He put his mouth around it and swore he could taste her saliva.

5:32 pm

Adrienne was standing in the bedroom’s doorway like a ghost who’d been haunting him all day. He jumped.

“What are you doing home?”

“I got off early today.”

“You never get off early.”

He nodded.

“You tore up the garden.”

“I did work on it a little bit.”

Her eyes narrowed at his waist. “What’s behind your back?”

His head dropped. For a moment, he thought he heard the tiniest of fairies buzzing around his ears. He looked up. And sighed. “Okay, you caught me.” He shook his head. “I was trying to do something nice for Valentine’s Day.” He looked into his wife’s eyes. “I got off early because I wanted to fix up the garden for you, but it took a lot longer than I thought it would. And here.” He brought out from behind his back a pair of pink underwear, blue bows at the hips, and held them out in both hands. “I stopped by the lingerie store.”

“I’ll never fit into those.”

“They stretch. See?”

“But they look so…juvenile.”

“You always said you wanted to role play. So I found the closest—”

Adrienne shook her head and looked away, staring at her antique doll collection. After a few moments, in which he heard his heart stop several times, deafening him, his wife looked back at him with a wide grin. “You are so bad.”

Laughing, they threw their arms around each other and settled into a deep kiss. She grabbed the panties from him, then took off for the bathroom, dropping her briefcase and purse on the floor by the bed. As she walked into the bathroom, she stopped, the panties out before her in her hands. “They look like they’ve been through the mill.”

“They’re brand new, believe me.”

She looked over her shoulder, her dimples as deep as ever. “Okay, daddy, your little girl’ll be back in a minute.”

12:02 pm

“So what are you gonna get me for my birthday?”

“What do you want?”

Her chin plopped against her collarbone and she looked down at her chest, where a nice set of boobies would hang someday if she got her wish. She looked up. “Have you ever heard of Polly Fashion?”

“I’ve seen the commercials.”

“That’s what I want.”

“Which one?”

“It doesn’t matter. Just get me a set though, not an individual doll. I always need replacement outfits.”

“All right, you got it.”

“And a necklace.”

“A necklace?”

“Yeah. A promise necklace.”

“What’s a promise necklace?”

“You give it to somebody you’re going with. It means you promise to be theirs forever—”

He leaned down over the kitchen counter, and their lips met. He pushed his tongue in her mouth. She recoiled with a giggle, then pulled herself closer to him and stuck her tongue in his mouth, swirling it around his as if she were eating a lollipop. Out of breath, she pulled away, his fingers sliding from her hair, and pointed down at his crotch. “What’s that?”

“You know what it is.”

“Let me see it.”

“Are you sure you want to?”

She nodded without taking her eyes off his zipper, which he slowly pulled down. It sprung from his fly like a diving board and she put her hand around it, her eyes growing as wide as her smile. It’d never looked so big before.

6:34 pm

“No!”

“Why not?”

“Why? Why would I want to bleach my fucking hair blonde and look like every other bimbo in the world? Besides, I like my hair the way it is.”

“I was just saying—”

“You can say all you want, I don’t have to dye my hair any color.”

“No, no, no, you don’t have to.”

“I know I don’t.”

“I was just saying—” He sighed. “What I meant was, that if you ever decided to color your hair, I think you’d look awesome with blonde hair.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

“As for the other thing—”

“No way. I’m not shaving down there. I keep it trimmed, that’s good enough.”

“I just thinking for role play—”

“Eww. It’d be too much like fucking a little girl. Is that what you want?” Adrienne looked at her husband, who looked away quickly. She slapped him across his shaved chest. “And after that little girl down the street went missing this morning, you fucking pervert?” She got up, slipped on her new pink panties, and made her way past her antique doll collection to the bathroom.

12:12 pm

He guided her hand over the head, smearing both with pre-ejaculate, the most he’d ever produced in his life. Pulling away from another long kiss, he secured his hand in the back of hair and pushed her head into his crotch. Until he felt resistance. He sat up. “What?”

Her head remained on his navel. “I don’t want to do that.”

“Or you don’t know how? I’ll show you.”

She shook her head.

“It’s just like when we were kissing, just put your mouth over it and wiggle your tongue around it. It’s just like eating a popsicle.”

She shook her head again.

He was shocked to find that his heart could beat faster than it had been the previous moment. He was dizzy, his eyes seemed to be floating in his face without control. So he shook his head too. “Well, there are other things we can do.”

“I don’t want to do anything else. I want to go home.”

“What? This was your idea.”

“I just want to go home.” She looked up at him, her eyes swelling. “Please take me home.”

“Fuck it,” he roared and jumped out of his bed, his erection flopping drops of pre-ejaculate onto the floor. He paced back and forth frantically, his hands ripping at his hair. He looked at Adrienne’s doll collection and wanted to smash every one to bits. Instead, he turned on the girl. And pulled his fist back as far as he could. “You little bitch!”

7:13 pm

He could hear her talking on the other side of the bathroom door. “Who are you talking to, Adrienne?” he yelled.

The door crept open a couple inches. “Shut the fuck up, you pervert!” And the pink panties flew through the air and landed on his cock before she slammed the door again and locked it.

He lay there for several minutes, crushing the panties into his face as he masturbated, until he heard a loud thumping and several voices downstairs. He opened his eyes and slid out of bed, crawling to the window, his cock losing all its blood as his heart pumped harder and louder than he could remember. He cracked the blinds and stared out, his body suddenly bloodless, as he watched the blue and red lights circle overhead.