French Kiss by Michelle Elvy

(Written a few days ago for 52|250’s Union of Opposites challenge, snatched up by SLEEP.SNORT.FUCK. Can’t help myself; this belongs here at VOICES, too. )

The date began badly. First, she turned up her nose at my suggestion of sushi: “Ew! I want real food!” So we found ourselves at a picnic table eating hamburgers and fries, hers dipped in a large pile of blubbery mayo.

Back in the car, she switched the radio from Waits to Madonna. I thought about kicking her out right then.

But I’m a gentleman, so I suggested wine at my place (she was French, after all), but she said, “No, that’s boring,” and next thing I know we’re down by the lake drinking Jaegermeister. Jaegermeister, for chrissakes! Haven’t drunk that stuff since college. I managed not to puke this time, even when she said, “I’m going to fuck you now, oui?” What could I say? I was powerless in her hands, her mouth, her cunt. She scared the hell out of me, from her rock-hard nipples to her abundant thighs to her curious tongue. I envisioned news flashes next day: Culture Clash: Carniverous Frenchie Fucks Shy Biology Teacher Dead. She was all energy, grinning and grinding, sound and sexual fury. I ached for days, especially where my knee wedged into the dashboard. How she fit all those ways I never did figure.

I kept her number for a long time. “Call me,” she said as she slipped the paper into my jeans pocket. Not a question, more a demand. I wanted to, I really did.

  1. July 20, 2010 at 11:03 pm

    OOOohh! Positively NAUGHTY! Can you email me her number… Jx

  2. deepee10
    July 21, 2010 at 8:50 am

    Funnier than hell!

  3. July 22, 2010 at 7:07 am

    Glad this made you both chuckle!

  4. August 7, 2010 at 3:45 pm

    Love the ending.

  5. November 28, 2015 at 9:32 am

    I love how you create characters and bring them to life. I particularly like the naughtiness; I swear. Jx

  6. November 28, 2015 at 9:34 am

    Michelle, where has everyone gone? There are no new posts…not that I can see. I’ve just noticed the dates…

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