Page 125 of Lovebug
With that, I grab his face with both hands and kiss the hell out of him. He responds in kind. After a minute or so, he comes up for air.
“Not that I’m complaining,” he pants, “but what’s happening right now? Whatareyou doing?”
“You, you sonofabitch, I’m doingyou.” I take a step away from him and start doing some light calisthenics.
“Oh wow, you’re stretching. And a moment ago you were rhyming.”
“Well, we don’t want a muscle getting torn. AndamI rhyming? I didn’t notice. All I noticed is your throbbing horn.” I dive for his belt buckle.
“My throbbing—There’s a lot of mixed metaphors happening here. Was there source material for this particular performance? I mean, the abominable final scene in Grease, clearly, but you’ve lost me on the horn talk.”
“I’ve been reading Calliope’s dino porn,” I admit. ”She’s all about the horn.” I give him a little shove in the center of his chest and fire off my demand, “Upstairs. Now.”
I have to say, it feels awesome to be this confident. This forceful.
“Yes ma’am,” he salutes, then turns and takes the stairs two at a time, with me trailing close behind him.
He hesitates at the top of the steps, not knowing which way to turn. I place my palm in the center of his back and shove him in the right direction. He responds with an “Oof. Geez, Mabel, what are you—”
“Welcome to my room, stud.” I whip around him and prop myself in the doorway of my bedroom. Gosh, I really am proud of how well I’m mimicking Miss Newton John’s breathy voice from the end of the movie right now.
“Holy. Shit.” Wally dips under my arm and marvels aloud as he enters the room, pink not-so-plush-anymore wall-to-wall carpeting squishing under his feet. The place is pretty much frozen in time. Trophies from science fairs line my child-size dresser. Animal and insect books are stacked on the shelves, and late nineties wallpaper wraps the room in floral splendor, speckled with framed posters of bug anatomy that I put up as a preteen. Nothing like diagrams of compound eyes, hindwings and Malpighian tubes to get a grown ass man in the mood, right? Right.
“You like what you see, stud?”
“I’m not… sure,” he says hesitantly. “Question though. Are you going to keep addressing me as ‘stud?’”
“Why? Do you not like being called stud,stud?”
“I don’tmind, per se. You just—Are you okay?”
“Better than okay, yeah,” I say as I push him toward my twin bed with the shiny pink comforter. It hits him in the back of the knees, causing him to land in a seated position on the mattress. The squeaks that reverberate through the room would be comical if this wasn’t such a serious and sexy situation.
A serious and sexy situation. The Mabel McGonigle Story.
I stand in front of him, my legs caging his, as I start slowly and meticulously unbuttoning his shirt. He tips his face up so his chin is basically resting in my cleavage—side note: I have cleavage today! Hooray for push-up bras!—and he says, “Are you sure? Because you’ve apparently never missed a day of work in your life according to the rest of the summer camp staff, and your CIT Chloe said –”
“Not interested in what Chloe has to say,” I scold and place my finger over his lips. “Not right now. Please don’t bring her up again.”
“You got it,” he says.
I release my touch from his perfect lips and I instantly miss the connection. I dive in for a kiss. His fingers shoot into my hair… and get stuck in the nearly full bottle of aqua net I unloaded into my strands to create the poof effect. “Ow!” I shout as he gently pries his fingers out.
“Sorry, sorry,” Wally murmurs. “Hey, can I clarify something you said a minute or so ago?” he says between kisses.
“Sure. Yeah. What.” Oh man, I’m losing my Newton John voice. I decide to give it another go with more breath this time. “I mean ‘Sure. Yeah. What.’” Nailed it.
“Your friend Calliope writes dino porn?” He asks as he slips my shirt off over my head.
“She does! Well, dinoromance.” I’ve had enough of fumbling with his buttons and bust through the last few like the boss bitch I am. Boss bitch. That’s a phrase people use, right?
“Whoa!” he exclaims as the buttons fly free. I slide the shirt down his shoulders. “You don’t say.”
“Idosay.Teasing Triceratops,Seducing StegosaurusandBoning Brachiosaurusare all USA Today Best Sellers.”
“Impressive.” He kisses down my neck.
“It is. I’m really happy for her.”
